#Yume Writes

[yummyyume]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander Characters: Newt Scamander, Seraphina Picquery, Sudanese Obscurial Girl (Fantastic Beasts), Original Percival Graves, Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fix-It Summary:

Newt’s last letter from his husband is a longwinded rant about the incompetency of some criminals and a distracted account of a maybe-creature loose in New York’s back alleys.

[starstruckloves]

your f/o actually told me they want you to go to sleep. yep, they told me you were staying up pretty late again so they want you to head to bed. they’re a little worried, you know?

they wanna be able to help you get to sleep. like holding you close, singing a lullaby, anything you need that’ll help you relax. they wouldn’t want your sleep schedule to get too bad, right? they believe in you and simply want what’s best.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[realuityisntreal]

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

CLICHÉ!

❤︎‬ your boyfriend's reaction to your animanga/game favorites! ❤︎‬ chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, nanase nijiro, michael kaiser x gn! reader ‪ ❤��‬ wc: 2.5k/~500 words per character ❤︎‬ content warning(s): mentions of characters from other media (haikyuu, genshin, boku no hero academia, tokyo revengers, honkai star rail)

CHIGIRI HYOMA!

Objectively speaking, there’s very little that Chigiri hasn’t gained through his soccer career. He’s gotten noticed by a formidable club, earned himself an equally formidable salary for someone his age, and has the attention of the whole wide world tucked away squarely in his pocket.

And to top it all off, he even has someone as caring and lovely as you to call his romantic partner. Sure, he has to work incredibly hard and push himself to the limits of both his body and his ego to retain it all, but he’s passionate about soccer and has no issue doing so.

There’s just one small issue. 

A certain someone has beat him when it comes to being in a relationship with you. 

It’s hard for Chigiri to miss the anime character that’s taken up your phone’s wallpaper, the keychains on your bags, and the merchandise littering your room. He doesn’t like to think that he’s jealous, but if he’s being honest, he’s a little jealous that it’s not him.

“Sooooo…,” he decides to try his luck one day, “Is there a particular reason why you have that guy everywhere?”

You take one look at your boyfriend and then back at your phone. There’s a video playing, and it’s titled something along the lines of ‘Kuroo Tetsurou Anime Moments Compilation.’ There’s the hint of a giggle appearing at the corners of your lips.

“Oh!” You immediately light up. “You mean Tetsu here? Wanna watch with me? Here, there’s room.”

This… wasn’t quite the direction Chigiri was hoping this would take, but nonetheless, he joins you. You hand him an earphone, and now he’s physically stuck side-by-side to you as you squeal over your little anime crush’s volleyball moves. They’re impressively animated, but he knows he can do far cooler moves on the soccer field. And in real life, to boot.

But as he gazes at you, you look so giddy. You’re eagerly sharing all of your favorite moments and pointing out the details that you’ve only discovered after hours and hours of rewatching. Maybe it’s because he’s there to share double the joy with you, he doesn’t have it in his heart to interrupt your special moment. Even if it does make him a little jealous, this Kuroo guy means something special to you, and if watching this anime makes you happier than anything else, who is he to take that away from you? He wants to encourage your interests and hobbies, and it just so happens that you’re willing to share it with him too. 

So Chigiri decides there and then that he’s going to have to change his tactic. The solution is pretty simple. He’ll just up his game. He’ll become someone so captivating and impressive that you’ll have no choice but to look away from that Kuroo of yours and become smitten with him all over again. 

If he can’t beat that little anime crush of yours, Chigiri will simply have to join him instead. 

ITOSHI RIN!

“I can’t believe this, of all people, is who you choose to compare me to.”

Rin looks less than impressed as he sits next to you on the couch, arms crossed firmly over his broad chest and his cold gaze falling on the video game character displayed on the screen. You’re half-listening to him half-button mashing at your controller, too engrossed in the heat of immediate combat to warrant an instantaneous reply.

You shrug as the character on screen strikes a pose and a flurry of fiery red races across the screen. “Diluc? You have an issue with me comparing you to Diluc? Why? I think you two are pretty similar.”

The frown on Rin’s face only seems to deepen. It’s at times like this you’re reminded of just how boyish Rin can be—not quite fully grown, still clingy and desperate for your attention like the young man he is. “I don’t see it.”

“Well, you two are both rather brooding,” you point out matter-of-factly. You make sure Diluc is parked somewhere safe in the world of Teyvat before sneaking a glance at Rin. You reach over and place a hand on his thigh, squeezing him playfully. You always have to use a little more force than you expect due just how toned his legs are, and your palm is so ridiculously small in comparison to how big his thighs are. “And even though you’d never admit it, you work hard for good.”

You decide to conveniently leave out the part about both Rin and Diluc having an incredibly complicated and sometimes straight up hostile relationship with their brothers. It’s a touchy subject for Rin especially, and you know better than to provoke him into a bad mood.

Rin sticks his bottom lip out into a pout. “Me? Work for good? I don’t put myself through the wringer for you to describe me like I’m some kind of hero.”

He is 100% jealous and refuses to admit it with his own mouth. It’s your turn to surrender, and you pause the game and place the controller down. You scoot over to him and swing your legs over into his lap before wrapping your arms around your moody boyfriend. 

“You know what I mean, you big baby,” you coo, grabbing at his face gently and squishing his cheeks together. “Awwwwww, is widdwe Rinrin upset that I compared him to Diwuccy? Does baby want me all to himself? Googoo gaga?”

“Must you embarrass me at every chance you get?” Rin swats at you, gritting his teeth. You laugh loudly as you evade his sloppy blows, only aggravating him by continuing to purr at him as if he were a newborn infant. Despite his annoyance, you know deep down that there’s nothing Rin loves more than hogging your attention all to himself, and if this is what it takes to get you to tear your eyes away from that pixelated video game man that is absolutely nothing like him, then so be it.

KARASU TABITO!

“Huh. So this is what you’ve been sneaking off to do,” a heavy arm lands on your shoulders while you’re hunched over with your eyes glued to your phone. You let out a small yelp, completely caught off guard by the sudden motion, and your attention is ripped away from the anime you’re watching. Flashes of blue and loud Japanese dialogue emanate from your phone, and you can make out Karasu’s face observing the scene unfolding. 

“Jeez, you scared me half to death! Did you have to sneak up on me like that?” You try to reprimand him, but Karasu isn’t paying any attention to your scolding. If anything, he’s more fixated on the character on your screen.

“Is this the guy you like? Remind me of his name again… Dabi?” His sharp eyes are focused on the anime character. Judging from the way your eyes tremble and you bite at your lip, he must be right. He’s heard you gush about your favorite BNHA character for quite a while. True to his guess, it’s Dabi—blue fire glistening inside of his palms, his half-lidded eyes gazing back at Karasu as if he were a person challenging your boyfriend instead of a fictional character.

An unreadable grin spreads across Karasu’s face, and a slight shiver goes down your spine. It’s never a good sign to see your boyfriend make that face. The arm slung around your shoulder grows tighter as Karasu pulls you closer to your body, and he lowers his face so that you’re eye-to-eye with him. 

“Didn’t think you’d be into guys like that,” he laughs, his voice low and dangerous. “You like your men like that? A little rough around the edges? Looks like I gotta step up my game. Make sure I can keep up with your tastes. I’ve been playing up the nice guy act too much around you.”

Your cheeks burn, and you fight the urge to push his arm off. “Don’t tease me, Karasu. Let me watch my anime.”

“Hey, I’m just stating the facts.” He is so teasing you. His hand slinks towards your face to grab your chin, turning your face so that you can face him. His eyes are as keen and opportunistic as always, and you can’t help but feel as if you’ve somehow walked straight into a trap. “I can’t have your eyes wandering when I’m right here. I gotta know my competition. And if this Dabi fella’s the one that’s been stealing you away from me… Maybe I can pick up a thing or two from him.”

“I said quit it, Tabito!” Your heart skips a beat, and you huff your cheeks out, hoping a display of faux anger can cover up how easily he’s flustering you. At the mention of his first name, Karasu gives a hearty laugh, letting you glower at him as you hide your face in your hands. 

The anime—and by extension, Dabi—on your phone now long forgotten, you settle down in Karasu’s firm arms with a loud huff. Whatever his aim was, it looks like he succeeded: your attention is all on Karasu now. 

NANASE NIJIRO!

“You guys kind of share a name, if you think about it.” Your arm is wrapped tightly around Nanase’s as you curl up next to him. Nanase’s always been incredibly considerate about the things you like, and if he discovered something that caught your interest, he wanted to take part in it with you. An episode of your weekly anime is the result of his efforts, although he would have never expected someone as cheery as you would be into such an intense show.

A blond man smirks towards you inside the screen. Nanase squints, racking his head for the blond character’s name. What was the show’s title again….? Tokyo Revengers? He glances back at you, evidently confused. “What do you mean by sharing a name? Isn’t this guy’s name Mikey?”

“Well, yes,” you giggle, squeezing his arm. “It’s a nickname. His real name is Manjiro Sano. And you’re Nijiro. You’re both Jiros! Different characters but phonetically similar, don’t you think?”

Nanase nods, humming in understanding. He isn’t sure how he should feel towards this Mikey character, especially after having undergone weeks and weeks of you gushing over how handsome and cute the blond was, but he so desperately wants to believe he’s above feeling jealous.

But he’s only human, and hearing you fawn over a man that isn’t him does make him feel a little envious, as much as he hates to admit it. You deserve a kind, caring boyfriend, and feeling jealous over an anime character makes Nanase feel immature. 

He steals another peek at this Mikey character on the screen. Now that you’ve mentioned the similar name thing, he can’t help but think about it differently. Were you thinking about him whenever Mikey came on screen? Did you grow to like Mikey because the blond reminded you of himself? It’s all speculation, but just the thought of it makes him feel shy. 

“I still hope I’m the number one Jiro in your heart. Otherwise, I might die of heartbreak at the thought of you leaving me for a different Jiro,” Nanase pretends to swoon dramatically before collapsing on top of you. You playfully shove at his shoulder before his head pops up, smiling sweetly towards you. 

The screen grows dim as the ending OST plays, and You reach for the remote. You look at Nanase as if asking for his approval. “Oh, c’mon, Jiro. One more episode?”

He pretends to think before sticking his face in front of yours. “Only if you pay the kiss tax first and tell me I’m the better Jiro!”

You let out an exasperated laugh but oblige, pressing a quick peck to his expectant lips. “Fine, fine. Nanase Nijiro is the only Jiro for me. Happy now?”

He lights up like a kid in a candy shop, eagerly nodding before cheerfully settling down in a comfortable position, practically glued to your side. “So happy!” 

MICHAEL KAISER!

“For Idrila!”

“Pffft,” Kaiser huffs loudly. The prideful edge in his voice sounds sharper than usual today, and he makes no effort to conceal the fact that he’s leering the video game character on your phone screen as he watches you button smash from over your shoulder. He’s itching to hug you and hold you and annoy you for hours on end, but he knows better than to mess you up in the middle of your gaming session. “How lame. Is this the new rose guy you’re fixated on?”

You pause your game to stare at your boyfriend who’s perched his chin comfortably on your shoulder, and you stick your tongue out at him. “Argenti’s not lame! He’s so chivalrous and sweet!”

“And he’s fake.” Kaiser pouts childishly, and he juts his bottom lip out. He eyes up the redhead prancing around inside your screen and huffs again at the sight of his fancy armor and clothing. “Besides, I do the whole ‘rose’ thing better than he can.”

You try your best not to be too amused by Kaiser’s jealousy. Despite how high and mighty he likes to act, your boyfriend would drive himself insane if he ever thought his position as the sole recipient of your affections was threatened in any way. And as much as you adore your video games, nothing could replace his spot as number one in your heart. 

“He’s a knight, Mihya,” you hold your phone up so that your fickle boyfriend can get a better look at Argenti’s details, “Don’t you think that’s a little cool? He travels around on a spaceship and defeats monsters! He devotes himself to the god of beauty and tries to do good to spread his mission.”

It’s Kaiser’s turn to stick his tongue out, and he scrunches up his face in utter disgust. “A knight? That’s it? Why bothering with a fake knight when you can have your very own emperor? And why bother with him for anything beautiful? I’m right here. I think the choice is pretty obvious, darling. Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Fine, fine,” you resist the urge to roll your eyes dramatically. You bite back a laugh as you put the phone down, holding your hands up in mock defeat. Kaiser immediately lights up, the frown on his face dissolving away into one of mischievous glee as he wraps his arms around your midriff and yanks you as close as he can to his own body. His grip on you is tight, like he doesn’t want to let go, and he nuzzles his face against the back of your neck. Now with you flush against him, your phone forgotten and trapped in his arms, he has you right where he wants you. 

You turn your head a little to give him a kiss, and he melts into the touch. You ruffle his blond hair slightly. “Is this better? Happy now?”

“Much better,” he purrs, the happy glimmer in his eyes as bright as the peak of a sunny day. You really can’t win when it comes to him and his childish jealousy, but at the same time, these are little battles you’re more than willing to let him have.

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[raguiras]

POV: Deuce's very first kiss from his crush

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I'm finally officially introducing my Yuu/OC x canon/Yumeship here! (✿◕‿◕) Writing this post took me forever, but I'm super happy with it!

Reblogs are super appreciated hehehe

Please be kind & DO NOT take inspiration from this ship. ^^"

(While Allen isn't me, I'm calling them a Yumeship because he's based on my younger self/me when I first started playing TWST & because the ship gives me a ridiculous amount of comfort!)

Allen x Deuce (aka Spade of Storms) is my ultimate comfort ship and they mean a ton to me.

These two are best friends who become lovers and closely mirror each other. Deuce is the delinquent with rather bad self-control who tries to be a model student, while Allen is a former honor student who's now a very lowkey delinquent with stellar self-control and a mature attitude.

Due to the fact that Allen and Deuce are so similar and yet the opposite of each other, they're able to excellently understand and support the other, and they help each other accept themselves.

Their ship blog: @spade-of-storms (facts, drabbles & more est. May 2024)

Now why exactly are these two perfect for each other? Well...

LONG TEXT AHEAD!

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Deuce:

Allen supports Deuce with all his heart. Instead of believing that someone "as stupid and temperamental" as Deuce could never become an honor student, Allen fully believes in him and encourages him. In comparison to when other people say it, these words actually have an incredibly strong impact on Deuce and are believable to him because he knows that Allen has similar experiences and speaks from them.

Allen doesn't think that Deuce is stupid in the slightest and views him as genuinely smart. To Allen, intelligence isn't determined by grades or academic abilities, but by morals, attitude, logic, and willingness — all of which Deuce has.

Allen doesn't try to change Deuce. Rather than turning Deuce into a full-on honor student and role model, which he isn't by nature, Allen prefers for Deuce to stay true to himself and work towards his goal while not suppressing any aspect of who he is — Allen knows exactly that forcefully becoming someone you naturally aren't would cause more issues than it would fix. In order to assist Deuce with staying true to himself while working towards his desired self, Allen does several things:

Allen lets Deuce be his 100% authentic self when they're together. Deuce tries extremely hard to always be polite and serious in order to maintain his reputation and not resort to old habits, but Allen, being very impulsive and easily angered himself, knows just too well that suppressing one's feelings and true nature isn't the way to go. When they're together, Deuce can openly rant about topics, use insults towards the people who angered him, and show his emotions without having to worry about how others perceive him or about how it might mess up his reputation — Allen would never judge Deuce nor share his secrets with others. This way, Deuce can be himself without restraints while also maintaining the way he wants others to perceive him.

Allen allows Deuce to be a delinquent in a safe, harmless way. If Deuce ever feels like doing something forbidden without breaking rules or staining his reputation, Allen (a very lowkey delinquent) has just the ideas for him. This provides a comfortable space for Deuce to live out his tendencies without falling back into bad habits.

Allen is able to introduce Deuce to a wide range of healthy coping mechanisms that work for him. Allen is a much angrier person than Deuce and is equally impulsive, but has stellar self-control due to the methods he uses, and passes them down to Deuce. As a result, Deuce doesn't feel the need to immediately lash out at others anymore and manages to become calmer and much more mature, taking steps into his desired direction.

Allen helps Deuce channel his "negative traits" into positive/helpful ones. With Allen's assistance, methods, reassuring words and unique view on things, Deuce learns how to use the qualities that he used to hate about himself to his advantage. Suddenly Deuce's anger is no longer a hindrance, but a source of energy and motivation.

Allen admires the things Deuce hates about himself. While Deuce wishes he wasn't as hot-headed, Allen views it as an amazing trait and sees the passion and longing for justice behind Deuce's fiery attitude. Additionally, Allen is able to help Deuce see the positive side of these traits, and aids him in channelling them into something good to use to his advantage (see above).

Allen is the only person to fully get through to Deuce. Due to them essentially having the same experiences, opinions, wishes and morals, Deuce felt comfortable trusting Allen with every last bit of his heart (in comparison to other friends) — not to mention that the way Allen was able to help Deuce so intensely and actually talked to him the way he needed it also played a role! Allen has his way with words and knew exactly how to talk to Deuce from the beginning.

Deuce can genuinely open up about his self-esteem to Allen. It's been heavily hinted at in the game several times that Deuce thinks incredibly lowly of himself, but this topic is usually cut short and he doesn't talk about it further with the canon Yuu. With Allen, however, Deuce can open up all he wants to. He knows that Allen has similar experiences and struggles with self-worth related issues himself, therefore not only not judging Deuce, but also fully understanding him.

Allen perfectly understands Deuce's past. Having been feared, avoided and known to be a delinquent/bad kid himself, Allen even understands the details extremely well. Neither of the two ever had a proper friend until they met each other on their first day at NRC.

Allen successfully helps Deuce with his studies despite hating school. Seeing how Deuce needs help, Allen (the "gifted kid") gladly volunteers, even though he's no longer interested in class and has sworn to drop the "honor student" facade himself. Due to Allen's easy explanations, methods, photographic memory and capability to catch on quickly, Deuce actually manages to improve his test results by 1-2 grades.

Allen's study methods are unique, which helps Deuce & is necessary for him. Being a slow learner (I also hc him to have some sort of intellectual disability), Deuce requires rather unique approaches to topics. As Allen is well-versed with both studying and psychology and also keeps Deuce's exact issues in mind, he's able to perfectly tailor methods and mnemonic bridges that actually work out for Deuce.

Allen makes sure that Deuce's desire to be a model student is & stays healthy. A fair part of Allen's trauma stems from being an honor student himself and having unrealistically high expectations regarding grades and attitude shoved down his throat by everyone at school (including himself), so he pays a lot of attention that the same doesn't happen to Deuce.

Allen respects Deuce a ton. Not only is Deuce determined, passionate, loyal, honest and eager, but he has the same core values as Allen, too. In Allen's opinion, finding someone with these traits is not only rare, but immediately makes them endearing to him.

Allen is patient with Deuce. He understands that Deuce occasionally has a difficult time processing and understanding things, and he isn't bothered by it in the slightest. This means even more when you consider that Allen is generally a very impatient person and is only able to be patient with those he truly loves and trusts.

Allen fills Deuce in when he doesn't understand something. Due to Allen being able to catch on extremely quickly, he can immediately explain things and situations to Deuce, helping him out and allowing him to get everything right from the beginning.

Allen indirectly protects Deuce. Known for being intimidating (in a good way), quick-witted, sly and a skilled schemer, most people — including those who enjoy picking on Deuce — shy away from Allen and avoid getting in trouble with his friends.

Allen stops Deuce from getting into fights. Whenever Deuce is about to get into a fight anyway, Allen gently but sternly reminds him of both his goal and the healthier coping mechanisms.

Allen understands that Deuce dislikes being picked on. Allen, being a sensitive person, hates it himself, and he actively tells off everyone who dares to make fun of Deuce or call him "Loosey Deucey". At times, Allen even gets snappy because of the inappropriate nicknames or insults directed at Deuce.

Allen inspires Deuce. Him being skilled at a variety of things and just logical in general gives Deuce the motivation to achieve the same. Deuce doesn't compare himself to Allen, either, and views him as an inspiration. If Allen can control himself and get positive things out of his negative traits, so can Deuce, right?! Not to mention that Allen is extremely tough and pulls through no matter what despite his mental and physical state...

Allen's maturity subconsciously wears off on Deuce. Even outside of the fact that Allen helps him grow and improve a lot through all the ways mentioned before, Deuce sometimes also subconsciously copies his boyfriend's mature attitude or asks himself what Allen would do in certain situations.

Allen is an advisor to Deuce. Deuce struggles with planning ahead, and Allen — a big-time overthinker who's extremely competent at scheming — is able to assist him. As a result, Deuce makes less bad decisions.

Allen loves blastcycles. Deuce can rant about them to Allen for hours, and the two often go on blastcycle dates together. Nothing is more fun than clinging onto your partner while driving at full speed!

Allen values Deuce's company like no other. Deuce regularly feels like a nobody, and Allen takes that feeling from him due to how much he connects with him and likes having him around.

BONUS: Allen is not only beautiful but also has an incredibly strong personality, drive, and determination and hasn't given up despite everything that happened to him. Deuce is a massive simp and his humongous crush on Allen has always been obvious due to how Deuce just can't shut up about him.

Allen:

Deuce loves and accepts Allen's body. As we have seen through his interactions with Azul and Epel, Deuce is very protective of people who don't fit the norm, and Allen is another such person — an intersex boy who was bullied for his unconventional body. Deuce has not only sworn to protect Allen from any possible discrimination, but also loves his body dearly and thinks he's super hot.

Deuce gives Allen a sense of stability. Allen's life was all about short-lived fake joys and prevailing negativity prior to coming to Twisted Wonderland, which made him feel disconnected from many things and people and gave him the feeling that everything is temporary anyway. However, Deuce's fierce loyalty and the strength of their relationship prove Allen wrong — yes, there can indeed be things in life that last forever.

Deuce's utter affection warms Allen's empty heart. Allen was never loved by anyone but his parents, who he thinks only love him because he's their son. Other than that, he never experienced love, affection, ... or even mere friendship. He was alone... until he met Deuce, who he somehow immediately connected with. It was as if their friendship was predestined by the universe... and with every day, Deuce's affection for Allen only grew.

Deuce genuinely admires Allen. Seeing how Allen always does his best, works hard, has ambitions and aims to improve impresses Deuce a ton. This is extremely healing for Allen, whose efforts were never properly recognized or rewarded before and who thinks that he needs to perfect at everything in order to be "someone".

Deuce makes Allen feel useful and resourceful. Allen often believes that he has no worth and could never make a change for the better no matter how much he tries, but seeing just how much he's able to help Deuce with a wide range of things proves Allen wrong — he's indeed capable of a lot of things. Not to mention that Deuce even passes some of Allen's tips down to Epel!

Deuce's honesty is refreshing to Allen. After being lied to and tricked by about anyone Allen ever knew before coming to Twisted Wonderland, Deuce's natural honesty and loyalty are an unfamiliar but utterly wonderful experience for Allen.

Deuce makes Allen feel understood. Allen often believes that others would view him as a monster if they were aware of his secret anger and opinions, but Deuce shares many of them. These two can openly talk about their values together and Allen feels extremely understood because of it — a feeling he barely ever experiences with other people.

Deuce helps Allen enjoy the moment. While he has some overthinking tendencies himself, Deuce is much more spontaneous than Allen and tends to act more on impulse. As a result, he can show his ways to Allen, allowing the overthinker to finally relax and think about his problems a little less.

Deuce doesn't hesitate to stand up for Allen. The fact that Allen was bullied for something he can't change in the past saddens and angers Deuce, and he has sworn to himself that he'll always protect his boyfriend. If there should ever be another situation where Allen gets bullied, Deuce won't hesitate to absolutely throw hands — this is not being a bad person and picking fights, it's standing up for an innocent person whose life was ruined by malice. Deuce wouldn't regret it in the slightest anymore, especially since Allen has helped him learn than anger isn't a bad thing.

Deuce helps Allen with becoming a proper mage. When Allen first gains magic during the final quarter of the school year, he has absolutely no control over it and is partially even avoided due to being a "walking health hazard". Deuce, however, sees this as the perfect time to pay Allen back for helping him study theory and decides to assist Allen with practical things. Through Deuce's determination and belief in him, Allen is able to improve much quicker than he would've without Deuce's help.

BONUS: Deuce is the warmth and honesty that Allen needs in his life. The boy's mere presence lights up Allen's day and Deuce's careful physical affection makes him feel like the most cherished person in the universe.

What else is there to them? (examples)

Both are extremely close with their families.

Due to being so similar and sharing many personality traits, loving each other so deeply allowed them to realize that they can easily love and accept themselves, too.

Deuce's previous incarnation had a crush on Allen's, who died way too early. In this life, the regrets of the past are being fixed.

Allen's the brain, Deuce is the brawn.

They're both extremely cuddly with each other.

LOTS OF COMPLIMENTS (from both sides).

Deuce often gifts Allen plushies.

Allen and Deuce are basically inseparable by now.

If you hang out with Deuce, you have to suffer through at least one tiny ramble about Allen.

...and much more that can be found on @spade-of-storms!

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like the art & ship and are looking forward to more of them! (✿◕‿◕)

EDIT: Please do not take inspiration from this ship. ;-;

[selfshiplightning]

imagine casually playing with your f/o's hair... maybe they lean against your shoulder or rest their head in your lap while you brush your fingers through their hair, or scratch along their scalp just a bit. they like it so much they snuggle closer to you, maybe even making a little noise of contentment.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

So for new year cards...

Jack SSR is actually so cool; I like it. Malleus SSR is beautiful and all, but he really reminds me of a bride in forced marriage tropes. 😭

[Referencing the Twst JP Jan 2025 schedule!]

Finally, some good fucking food for Jack stans 😭 Port Fest feels like so long ago… fbjssbdjjs I feel like I can’t appreciate his design as much as others can. I’m not into the skintight undershirt on a character as buff as Jack is, and I'm confused as to why his gloves are... like that??? But!! I do like his fluffly little boa thing and how enthusiastic his pose is. You can tell he’s really putting his all into the New Year Sale~!

Malleus got another new hairstyle (any hairstyle that's different than his default one is a win in my book www)!! I think it's a well-liked look among his fans; I already saw so many people commenting that he looks like a love interest in a reborn as a villainess isekai or something to that effect.

I also saw some chatter around the thin fabric that Malleus seems to have over himself. A common joke is that it's a "wedding veil", but given the traditional Japanese clothes everyone is wearing for the new year, it's more likely also a Japanese article of clothing. A friend theorized that it's a 被衣 (kazuki/katsugi), a garment worn over the head that fully covers the body. These are mostly donned by noblewomen to cover their faces when they go out--and that sort of makes sense, given that Malleus himself is a noble. How demure and mindful... I thought the veil could also be a frost blanket (you know, to protect the budding flowers from the cold)?? But I'm not entirely sure right now; maybe the vignettes will give us more context!

A friend and I were speculating as to what flowers might be featured in the initial card art and the conclusion we came to was ume (plum) blossoms. The color and shape are similar, and they're a classic flower in winter anime. Something else I noticed was that the same flowers seem to appear in Sebek's New Year Attire from two years ago! If you compare Malleus and Sebek, you'll notice that the lighting is much warmer in Sebek's too. In fact, all previous SSR cards are pretty much like that, save for maybe Trey but at least Trey is shown to be in front of the shop. It really makes Malleus's card "stick out", since he's the only one that appears to be in a lonely and isolated location, just him and the plum blossoms.

On the subject of clothing worn by Japanese women! The same friend and I talked about Jamil's New Year Attire too. (Figured I'd throw this in here since I'm already talking about the other three 2025 New Year boys. Don't wanna leave him out, y'know??)

You can see that he has his hood up in the initial card artwork; my friend joked that Jamil's a newlywed. Why? Brides that choose to dress traditionally for their wedding days wear a wide white headdress/hood called a 角隠し (tsunokakushi), which covers an elaborate hairstyle like Jamils'/j. The "tsuno" (horns, as I'm sure you're all familiar with) in the name refers to the "horns of jealousy"; the tsunokakushi is meant to blanket the jealousy so she can enter her new married life at peace.

Of course, the shape, color, and context of the tsunokakushi is very different than what Jamil's got going on and the Twst team most likely did not intend for this comparison to be drawn, but I thought that this was interesting to share ^^ (*feeds Jamuil yumes this delulu cultural trivia*)

Aaaand let's close out with Floyd! The answer to his question is simple, actually. To put one's arm inside the kimono is just a very casual or relaxed way to pose. It suits Floyd and his attitude, doesn't it?

[cicidarkarts]

Are You Busy, My Love?

Summary: Matthew Patel is a bit stressed at work and his beloved is so happy to help him relax.

Rating: PG-13 // contains: kissing (neck kissing, tongue kissing), mild cursing, references to drugs (weed), an egregious amount of sappy pet names

Word count: 1.3k

Backstage was always so hectic, even on practice days. Some actors and actresses didn't take things seriously until opening night. Today was one such day, where Matthew Patel thought he might rip his own hair out at the chaos and blasé faire attitudes dividing his fellow performers. A mixing of overenthusiasm and apathy lead to tripped over lazy feet and half-done props.

Even in his costume, a silky oversized shirt with billowing sleeves and an open chest, the hot air backstage stifled his lungs, made worse by all of the body odor and perfumes of the other actors. And a certain skunky smell lingered.

“Yo, Patel!” called one of the younger actors.

When Matthew turned around, he caught a tossed wig. With his face. The young actor and his friend—who was a girl but definitely not his girlfriend, seriously guys—bust out laughing. A stark odor wafted off them. Well, Matthew finally discerned who reeked of weed…

“A joke is supposed to be funny,” Matthew called, holding the short-haired wig out like he was scruffing the world's scraggliest cat.

He rolled his eyes and tossed the admittedly shitty wig in one of the many prop trunks littered around. He had to get away from all the noise. People around him yelled indecipherable things—laughter and shouting.

Matthew hurried toward the men's changing room, the air from his speed-walk chilling his legs from the loose, thin jeans of his costume. His boots clacked against the waxed hardwood like a jackhammer—yet more noise he wished didn't pound into his ears.

The men's room was thankfully empty, and he shut the door behind him to blot out sound. Muffled, but much better. The brightness of the changing room—full of lights and everyone's different colognes and clashing colors of costumes—presented a swirling cacophony to his senses.

He took a seat at one of the mirrors, facing cock-eyed so he could stare at the wall instead of lights or mirrors or brightly colored clothes. He brought his thumb and forefinger together on each hand, held them at either side of his body, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. In through his nose, out through pursed lips. In. Out. In…

A knock on the door made him clench. He brought his lips tightly together and tried not to let irritation show in his voice.

“What?” he snapped.

The door opened. A familiar pale face curtained in thick black hair poked inside. All of his anger melted away. 

“Babe!” he called, hopping off his seat.

Matthew sprinted up to her as she closed the door. He snatched her around the waist, twirled her through the air, and planted a huge kiss on her lips. When he broke their kiss, he realized he'd also dipped her at some point, though his overstimulated mind hadn't registered that.

“Changed your tune real fast, huh?” she teased as he helped her get steady on her feet again. His hand buried in her long hair, brushing against her warm skin to ground himself. “Sorry.” Her teasing broke into a sympathetic smile as she fixed her glasses. “I brought you some lunch.”

She lifted her black tote bag, opposite hand caressing his back and shoulders.

“It smells so good,” he said, taking her to sit on the small sofa. “Did you make the chutney yourself this time or…?” “Nah, I just got it from our usual spot. They make it way better than me.” “I think it's great when you make it, too,” he said, rolling some stools over to use as makeshift tables. “But it is a bit of a pain in the ass, isn't it?”

He sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her soft waist. They spread all the food out, letting the scents overtake the cologne that stuck to the corners of the room.

Matthew wasn’t sure how he got so lucky that his angel loved to cook. She'd really honed her craft over the years and the perfect crunch to the samosas was a testament to that. He didn't have the heart to tell her how much he preferred her cilantro chutney over the restaurant-bought stuff—last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like she had to make the chutney herself.

His muscles unclenched at her smiles and gentle, distracting chatter. Matthew knew he'd been in the dressing room for far too long. Once the Tupperware was empty of all her delicious labor-of-love food, he helped gather it from the stools and store the empty containers in the tote on the floor.

“Well,” she said, standing to leave, “guess I should let you get back to it. You guys looked busy out there.”

But he didn't want her to go. Sure, he’d love to go practice, but more importantly: he'd love to have his angel steal him away. Away from all the noise and lazy outstretched feet and chaos and weed stink. She faced him for a quick kiss, but he reached out and sunk his fingertips into her supple hips.

“Moonflower,” he spoke, her pet name caressing his lips. “I don’t want you to go yet.”

He led her close and her squishy, thick thighs straddled him. Her weight cradled his lap and he rested her across his chest, embracing her tight, letting her drape atop him like the most perfect weighted blanket. Her hair tickled his face and he breathed in her shampoo—that girly floral and herbal scent that he’d grown so used to. That scent which seemed to banish his anxiety just by existing. Her busty chest pressed against him as he tugged her closer and buried his face in her neck.

He kissed her sensitive skin, layering small, loving devotions upon her. Teasing fingertips brushed up the back of his hand, her hand weaving through his hair in such a way she left goosebumps in her wake.

“Oh, Matthew,” she murmured.

He hummed against her warmth, surrounded by her hair and her skin. Greed crept up on him. He wanted more. He couldn’t go back to the bustle of the stage just yet. He knew he should—people were probably looking for him—but his moonflower called.

His name had tumbled from her lips like a siren’s song. With her still firmly in his grasp, he lifted his face toward her tempting mouth. His lips took hers in a reverent, soulful kiss. But rather than stealing his life, her kiss reinvigorated him. Her murmurs and moans made that smoldered ember inside him grow hotter and wilder, flickering to life with each motion of their entwined tongues.

The flavor of their lunch mixed with her usual sweetness—intoxicating, addicting. One of his hands found home in her silky, messy locks while the other held her soft cheek, cupping her face to keep her close. He needed to have his fill. It felt too good rekindling the flame inside of him.

With every passing second, his tightly wound nerves came undone. His fingers loosened as they caressed her cheek and hair. His brow unknitted. His shoulders came off his neck. And the noise and footsteps outside didn’t bother him.

All that mattered was her. Scent more relaxing than a spa day. Tongue sweeter than his favorite dessert. Lips laced with his that softened his entire soul. 

[PG-13 cut // click here if you'd like to see the nsft version // 18+ only]

She kissed the tip of his nose, then placed her forehead against his. He looked into her gorgeous eyes. He was right where he was meant to be.

“Feeling better, Matthew?” “Much.” He embraced her and nuzzled against her neck, leaving a few kisses in his path. “Goddamn, I love you.” She giggled and snuggled against him. “I love you, too.”

Based off an Ask by @m00nbunny1

Thank you once more for this Ask! This was a ton of fun to make and I just really wanted an excuse to write more Matthew Patel fanfiction. Especially if that gives me an excuse to kiss him. I hope you like what I came up with!! 🖤🖤

So, in short: when Matthew is busy, he takes even more precious time and care to love me, to ground himself, to relieve stress, to feel present and loved amidst the maelstrom of obligations. Sorry my Asks take an entire era to complete, I often really want to do more than just yap, and enjoy flexing my creativity. But with a toddler, I find that I have very little time (or energy) to do such things. So thank you all for bearing with me while I work on these! They are seriously so much fun and I adore them.

[mitsundere]

do you think that sometimes gepard suddenly gets thoughts about his crush having the landau surname if they get married and he's giddy inside but he has to maintain his composure bc he's on patrol or something

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- mine all mine.

summary: kissing blurbs (gn!reader x daisy tonner, helen distortion, tim stoker, & jonathan sims)

tags: kisses, suggestive content & hunt-typical violence for daisy's, helen is manipulative, cleaning tim's worm holes (lol), jon finally gets a little bit of sleep.

-`♡´- daisy tonner

Daisy smells the blood that thrums just underneath your neck and hungers. Her teeth graze over the soft skin over your neck; she can feel your carotid pulse in response to her touches. So rhythmic, so alive, and she hungers so. It would only be a few centimeters beneath your skin, it would be so easy to bite down and taste.

And how delicious a meal you would be.

Daisy’s tongue darts out and drags just underneath your jaw. You tug gently at her hair, and her hands grip tighter at your sides. No, no, she would be gentle with you. She would try, at least, she thinks, nipping at the side of your neck as if to show you she could be restrained.

Bite inhibition was something she had never properly learned, but for you, she would try.

When you pull Daisy up for a proper kiss, she hopes you don’t taste the blood on her lips, on her teeth, on her tongue. She fears it lingers no matter how many times she brushes them clean. You bite her bottom lip, pulling the chapped skin between your teeth, and Daisy can’t help but press herself against you; a different form of hunger settling low in her gut. She lifts you onto the desk and thinks that this is a type of hunger she doesn’t mind sating. 

-`♡´- helen distortion

You had been wandering the corridors for hours… Or had it been days? Months perhaps? It’s easy to lose count when you’ve nothing to go off of. No phone to check the time, nor window to the outside world – if there even was one here – to see the setting sun or rising moon. Just an endless stretch of elastic corridors and doors that were locked tight.

Then, a figure. Tall and slender, and you can't help but stumble forward towards it. It had been so long since you saw anything but empty hallways, you nearly sob in relief.

As you get closer you realize that she looks… familiar. Like someone you once knew. Maybe you had once gone for coffee together? No, that wasn’t right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. Your heart hammers within your chest as she reaches out to you. 

“Poor thing…” She coos, bending at an unnatural angle to look down at you. “You seem lost, my darling. Do you need help finding your way?”

Oh, she was friendly. She wants to help. The Distortion smiles at you, with much too many sharp teeth, but you find she looks… kind. You nod, desperate, and approach her, gripping onto her sleeve.

“Yes.” You breathe out, frantic. “Yes, please. I’ve been lost here for… for a long time. Do you know the way out?”

Helen pulls you into her arms, her voice comforting in your ear as she reassures you everything would be okay. Those long, sharp fingers of hers gentle as she strokes your hair. It feels nice, so nice you can’t help but nuzzle closer into the Distortion that holds you tight, almost like a lover. 

Yes, yes, you had known her before. Helen, that’s right. You had been on a few dates before she had ghosted you. Why was she here now? She shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here. Perhaps you could escape together!

“Helen.” You say, the name sounding right on your tongue. “I knew you before… we…”

Helen looks a little taken aback that you remembered. Still, she smiles that same, wide smile. “You remember me, darling? How… cute.” Her dark pupils seem to swirl around and around inside her eyes, winding like the corridors themselves, and you can’t help but find comfort in that pattern. “Let's get you to the exit, you look like you need a rest, hm?"

She takes your hand in hers, her hand dwarfing your own in size, and leads you to an unassuming door. You're sure you tried that one before; you can even see the chips in the paint from where you had tried to pull off the handle. If Helen notices, she doesn't say anything.

"Here we are, darling." She says, in that same chipper tone. You can't help but feel a rush of relief as she pulls open the door. Through the frame you can see your room, as neat and tidy as you left it. You could almost cry.

"Thank you." You say, your voice choked up with relief. "Thank you." You wrap your arm around her neck and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek. Her skin is cold under your lips.

"No need to thank me. I'm just glad you're all safe now." She says, booping your nose with a finger. You can't help the way your heart races as she ushers you through the door. “I’ll be seeing you soon, my darling.” She gives you a once-over, and then closes the door behind her. It disappears into the darkness of your room.

As she closes the door, you can’t still your racing heart. You feel an overwhelming sense of dizziness, but all you can think about is that you need to see her again.

-`♡´- timothy stoker

“So… How do my worm holes look, doc?” 

You pull one of his bandages off, taking a peek at the wound just under his jaw. “Stop squirming.” You say, firmly, holding his jaw in place as he tries to move away from your prodding around the wound. It looks less angry than it had a few days ago, but it was still a bit red. You wrinkle your nose. “Does it hurt?”

Tim lets out a playful scoff. “Oh yeah, I feel just great. Nothing quite like being riddled with holes.” 

“Hm, deflecting again.” You say, brushing your thumb over his pulse point, just below the wound. Tim hums in response. “Adding that to your, uh, file.” 

“Oh, you’re keeping a file on me now?” He says, his eyes flicking down to your hand as you smear ointment onto your finger. Tim sucks in a breath, bouncing his leg anxiously as he awaits your touch.

“Yeah, it’s almost big enough to knock you over the head with when you’re being stubborn. Like now.” You say, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward. “Sit still.”

Tim dramatically throws up his hands, but he does as you say. You give the wound another once over, just to make sure it looked like it was healing, before smearing the antibiotic onto it. Tim tenses, his eyes closing as if in pain. You pull your hand back, wiping the excess ointment onto the closest towel.

“All done with this one. Just let me put a clean bandage on.”

“...You never did answer, you know.” He says, watching as you dump the box of bandages onto the table. It would probably take all of them, knowing how many open wounds were left on his skin in the aftermath of the attack. You fear you'll never rid yourself of the image of the worms wriggling underneath his skin; you were thankful he was high off his ass for the worst of it. “How do they look?”

“You’re still handsome, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You lean forward as if to prove a point and kiss the fresh bandage lightly, making an exaggerated ‘MWAH’ sound. Tim gives you the goofiest smile. 

“Hm… I might need a few more of those before I really believe it. I’m so insecure and all that.” Tim says, tilting his head up so you can reach the next spot.

"Sit still for me and I'll give you all the kisses you want, Stoker."

-`♡´- jonathan sims

You know better than to wake the Archivist.

It’s not often that Jon’s mind quiets enough for him to sleep, and even now as you watch him, you can tell he’s watching back. It’s eerie, the way you can see his eyes shift behind closed eyelids. You think it would be less creepy if he slept with his eyes open.

Still, you wish he would sleep in a more comfortable position. Slumped over his desk, head laid in the bend of his elbow, it’s a recipe for Jon complaining about his back when he wakes up. You reach over and pull his glasses off, folding them and setting them on top of one of the stacks of old statements on his desk. 

He looks so much older without his glasses on; the dark circles under his eyes and worry lines much more prominent. You almost want to reach over and smooth them out, but you resist, not wanting to wake him by accident. Still, you can’t help but brush back his bangs from his forehead and place a quick kiss to the now exposed skin. Jon stirs, mumbling something under his breath, but does not wake.

While he’s asleep, you take the time to clean his office a bit: putting books back on their correct shelves, taking half-empty tea cups to the break room’s sink, organizing the miscellaneous statements he has messily scattered around the room. It’s almost relaxing, working quietly while he sleeps. You feel like you can catch your breath for the first time in a long while. 

Before you leave, you take your jacket, warm from your body heat, off and place it onto Jon’s shoulders. You lean down and press one more kiss to his forehead, and swear you can see the corners of his lips twitch up.

[zaib-ot]

𝑖𝑖.　 ♡　 ✉️　

[starstruckloves]

Your f/o wants you to focus on yourself for once

I understand that you're worried about this and that but they don't want you to worry about them. They just want what's best for you. And if that means taking your attention away from something else for a bit, so be it. They just want you to be happy.

[rosemaze-reveries]

some yumetober drabbles ^_^ ft. richard & patricia

⚔️ Richard

“If only I could escape all these burdensome obligations,” he muses, sneaking an icy finger behind your collar. “Maybe we could’ve been in love.”

“Maybe,” you agree, and the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. You know him well enough to know that’s not a genuine smile. It’s not the response he wanted to hear, and you voiced it without a moment’s hesitation, as if you couldn’t indulge the thought for a second. He gently takes hold of the zipper on your back, dragging it down your bodice. As the chilly air hits your skin his palm catches the small of your back, as if even from the cold is something to shield you from.

You draw him into your arms, brushing delicate kisses along the shell of his ear.

“You're so warm,” you sigh out. “Is it real?”

What an odd question. But he only flashes another disarming smile, cold hands slipping up your skin. “You feel it, don’t you? So it must be.”

💀 Patricia

Patricia splits your thighs with her skirted knee, pinning you to the bed beneath her. Her eyes are not fixed on you but on the ferry ticket crumpled in your hand, set to depart in just a few hours. The solemn look on her face pierces straight through you. She’s trying to hide it, but you notice the strain in her brow, and the slight tremble of her fingers as they tighten around your wrists.

“I don’t do love,” she says, as if she’s entirely assured of this fact. “But I will do this once for you. No matter whose lips you touch, or who spreads themselves onto you, you will think only of me.”

With a threat like that, you don’t expect her touch to be gentle. But her lips are tender when they meet yours, as lush and sweet as any fairy tale would be. When she breaks away, it’s only to drive in another cruel lie: “Don’t forget—this means nothing to me.”

You respond with a small half-smile, pulling her back into you. “The first and only 'curse' you've given me means nothing to you?” You hope you struck a nerve. She quiets you with her lips again, and you begin to feel feverish as your breath is stolen from you.

[burning--past]

think about you and your f/o having an overtly affectionate night after a long and hard day. just lying down together, unable and uninterested to do anything but hold each other. their hands stroking your hair as they pull you a little closer, you burying your face into their chest and just breathing them in. you don't have to worry about anything as long as you're in their arms.

[raguiras]

One of Deuce's old delinquent "friends" was being weird with Yuu (Allen)...

Reblogs are extremely appreciated! 👉👈

Allen suffers from major insecurities and trauma caused by people commenting on him and bullying him for his rather feminine appearance, and Deuce, who's already quite protective over casual friends, DEFINITELY ain't taking it.... That said, these two have a massive "cute mutual protectors" dynamic and Allen protects/defends Deuce equally much!

YEAHHH the third part of my Allen x Deuce ship introduction is here!! I'm brainrotting so hard—

Previous parts: part 1 // part 2

Next up is most likely the ship event post I mentioned before 👀

Below is the second part of Allen & Deuce's relationship timeline! Its first part can be found here.

SPOILER WARNING for Book 5 & Book 6!

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BOOK 5:

Between Book 4 and 5, Allen finally had his top surgery (he's intersex & used to wear binders). Deuce not only accompanied him to the hospital, but also stayed in the next room for the entire duration of the surgery and made sure to immediately visit Allen once it was over. He sat by the blonde boy's bed, his mere presence comforting Allen and making him feel at peace. The following days, Deuce spent even more time at Ramshackle and strictly slept over every night as he wanted to be 100% attentive and take perfect care of Allen all around the clock. Needless to say, Allen constantly thanked Deuce for being there for him, and it only intensified his own feelings... Allen had never been taken care of this much before, and it was probably more than what an average friend would do for you, right...? Did this mean...? No, Deuce couldn't love him. Nobody could. That's what Allen had been taught all those years, after all. And if so many people had said it, it had to be the truth...

Unfortunately, the VDC got announced shortly after Allen's surgery, and his recovery included a strict prohibition from sports or anything exhausting. Allen, being an aspiring musician and good dancer, cursed to himself — this would've been THE opportunity to go viral — and the Heartslabyul freshman listened to him rant. That's when Deuce ultimately decided that he'd audition... he wanted to support his mom with the money and keep an eye on Epel anyway, and now, he could not only fulfill his recovering crush's dream for him by performing and hopefully promoting Allen through it, but also impress him...

Little did Deuce know that Allen didn't need to be impressed. Watching Deuce practice — yes, even when he didn't get a single step right and tripped over his own feet — was super cute and gradually attractive to Allen, not to mention that the blonde boy really liked Deuce's voice as well...

Training was hard for Deuce, but knowing that Allen was watching certainly helped... He did his absolute best and followed Kalim and Jamil's guidance as closely as possible. Couldn't mess up in front of his crush, right!?

When Deuce got selected to be a performer and Allen became the manager, both of them celebrated in joy. While neither of them mentioned it, this meant that they'd get to spend even more time together...

...and when Vil decided that everyone would stay at Ramshackle for the preparation period, these two mentally celebrated even more. Now they'd officially live together for a couple weeks...

In order to prevent shenanigans and an angry Vil, Allen searched for sugar-free alternatives of Deuce's favorite snacks as well as food tasting similar to them. However, Allen would occasionally let Deuce snack on his own secret reserves whenever the two were together in Allen's room, away from prying eyes.

Deuce had problems sticking to Vil's prescribed skincare routine, so Allen decided to help him with it. He reminded Deuce of the routine every morning and evening and also helped him apply the products.

Deuce also struggled with the set bedtime and asked Allen to remind him to go to bed early. Considering that Allen had been struggling with his own sleep schedule for some time and would often stay up until past 3 am on the worst nights, the two decided to simply share a bed on most days so they could "force" each other to sleep on time. Not only did this intensify their relationship even more and excite both of them, but it helped Allen fall asleep much sooner... Deuce's presence was soothing to him and distracted Allen just enough for him to not overthink his life prior to going to bed.

During the preparation period, Allen offered to help Deuce with his vocals, which the Heartslabyul student excitedly accepted. Not only could he improve his own singing through it, but spend even more time with Allen and listen to his beautiful singing voice a lot, too... Additionally, Allen was able to efficiently teach Deuce due to being a self-taught singer with little knowledge on technical terms and theory, resulting in extremely easy and comprehensible explanations that could actually be understood by Deuce.

On occasion, Allen also taught the blue-haired boy basic makeup skills and sometimes even did Deuce's makeup for him. Needless to say, there were TONS of eye contact and blushing involved...

In addition to this, Allen kept helping Deuce with his gradually improving self-control and school work. Deuce, too, assisted Allen with the rest of his recovery and was super attentive.

Due to the combination of the shared dorm, their close friendship, their study sessions and the intense VDC preparation, Allen and Deuce were quite literally spending the entirety of every day together by now. While they had always been around each other a ton, this was what ultimately made them come off as inseparable.

You would've thought it would be impossible for Deuce to fall any harder, but oh boy... with every passing day, it only got worse. Deuce basically had heart eyes like a lovesick puppy at the mere mention of Allen.

While Deuce tried to hide his ginormous crush, it was impossible to deny. Everyone could see the way Deuce looked at Allen with nothing but admiration and love in his eyes, and Ace even started getting concerned due to how down bad & out-of-character Deuce appeared to be.

Whenever Allen wasn't around, Deuce would even ask Vil and Rook for advice on his appearance and compliments. He was desperate to impress and woo Allen and awkwardly admitted this to the two Pomefiore housewardens, too. Neither were surprised as they had already Deuce's crush on Allen, and they ended up actually giving the boy some advice.

When Deuce once came over to visit friends and pick up some things at Heartslabyul, Cater was blown away by the strong scent of his cologne. The fact that Deuce had suddenly bought something like that sure was surprising, especially considering that the boy was usually more of an Axe guy...

Not only that, but Deuce practiced the dance in front of his mirror extremely often, too. It had to perfect... HE had to be perfect for Allen. After all, the blonde boy was way out of his league...

Being around Deuce so much made Allen's feelings grow quickly, too. However, unlike Deuce, Allen absolutely HATED them and tried to get rid of them out of fear of being rejected and hurt again. All those years, he had been taught that nobody could ever love him and that developing a crush on him was basically impossible, so why would Deuce of all people like him back?! Allen actively denied his feelings... he couldn't risk this friendship or the possibility of having a broken heart again. He'd just wait for this phase to pass...

Grim noticed that Allen was suddenly spending even more time with Deuce and that the two also got progressively touchy. He confronted Allen with something along the lines of "Why're ya spending SO much time with him?! Do you have a crush on him or somethin'? Myahaha!". Shit, Allen thought to himself. His cat knew.

Vil knew, too. So did Rook. So did Jamil, Kalim, Ace, Epel and even the ghosts! The only ones who somehow didn't know about each other's feelings were Allen and Deuce...

Allen tried his best to deny the way he felt whenever Deuce would flash him a smile during practice performances. Deuce, on the contrary, would melt internally at every proud grin Allen gave him...

The fact that Deuce was now a better singer allowed him to approach one of Allen's favorite impulsiveness control methods with more confidence: singing and rapping out one's feelings and frustration.

Additionally, Allen admired the fact that Deuce was now trying his hand at ballet in order to overcome the last few traces of his old internalized toxic masculinity. Allen, struggling with some toxic masculinity himself and having been ashamed of his curves and rather androgynous appearance all his life, saw this as an inspiration to try his hand at more feminine fashion. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but held back out of fear of being seen as even less of a man because of it... and now here Allen was, wearing more feminine clothing for the first time and making Deuce fanboy even harder than usual.

Deuce was not the only one fanboying, though. During the entire VDC performance, Allen was cheering like a madman and couldn't keep his eyes off Deuce. So what if they had Vil, Epel and Jamil? To Allen, Deuce was the star of the show.

When Deuce finally discovered his Unique Magic, Allen was not only incredibly proud and happy for the Heartslabyul student, but was also reminded of an old character he had created as a younger teenager who had had the exact same skill as Deuce. Was this a sign...? ...nah, he must've been delusional.

BOOK 6:

During the invasion, Deuce immediately jumped in front of Allen in order to protect him, but got hit himself instead. When he got injured and passed out as a result, Allen absolutely panicked. He wasn't even really concerned about how the dorm was being damaged — only Deuce's wellbeing was on Allen's mind. Additionally, he felt overwhelming guilt that this had only happened because Deuce had protected HIM...

Instead of going to S.T.Y.X., Allen decided to stay at NRC in order to take care of Deuce. He spent most of his time in the infirmary, sitting by Deuce's bed and waiting for him to wake up. Why was he doing this?! Out of guilt only? Certainly not... Was he crazy?! Deuce was just a friend... just a friend... just a friend who he loved a lot and had undeniable feelings for. No matter how much Allen tried to fall out of love, it was impossible. Deuce had given him so much and it was the most Allen had ever been cared for...

When Deuce finally woke up, Allen immediately pulled him into a relieved, loving lung-crushing hug and didn't want to ever let go. Deuce felt as if he was about to pass out again due to the happiness caused by Allen cherishing him so much.

Deuce and Allen kept doing their usual activities — hearing each other out, helping each other, spending fun time together — while hoping for Grim and the housewardens to finally return.

Considering how often Deuce stayed at Ramshackle anyway, him and Allen decided that he could simply leave some of his belongings from the VDC preparations at the dorm. This only prompted Deuce to visit Ramshackle and sleep over even more...

Every night before going to bed, Deuce wrote about Allen into a little diary. Hell forbid Ace found it, but at least it allowed Deuce to openly express his feelings without being judged or teased. As he kept reading through the words he had written already over and over again, Deuce realized even more just how much Allen had helped him with various highly important things over the past 5-6 months of knowing each other... and that's when he decided to buy the giant Shiba plushie Allen had recently mentioned as a thank-you gift. Sure, he had already occasionally gifted Allen stuffed animals before, but maybe this huge Shiba would convey his gratitude and crush even more...

Needless to say, Allen was blown away by the gift and pretty much jumped Deuce out of joy. He had wanted this Shiba plushie for weeks now, and receiving it as a surprise gift from his crush was an indescribable feeling. However, Allen strictly viewed it as a platonic thank-you gesture and didn't (want to) get the hint. After all, why would Deuce be pining after him...?

Near the end of Book 6 [= during the time when the game's canon Yuu is still at S.T.Y.X.], Deuce suddenly received a call accusing him of highly offensive vandalism in his hometown. Both Allen and Deuce were absolutely furious at this unreasonable accusation, and it was a no-brainer for Allen to prove Deuce innocent. While Deuce broke down and complained about never being able to escape his past no matter how much he tried, Allen not only encouraged him and told him that he had become a much better person, but was also determined and already had a plan. Having excellent manipulation skills and a way with words, Allen got Crowley to give him access to all private cameras around the school to prove that Deuce had been at NRC the entire time and couldn't possibly have been the culprit. He mailed the recordings to the police station in Deuce's hometown, managing to prove that the Heartslabyul student was innocent. Allen also suspected that the person blaming the vandalism on Deuce was likely the culprit or one of their friends, encouraging the police to continue their investigation with them. Deuce, on the other hand, couldn't have been more grateful that Allen had successfully cleared his name and stood up for him like that. A week later, a call informed the two boys that one of Deuce's former friends had admitted to the crime and had tried to blame it on Deuce out of anger that he had distanced himself from them. Hearing how his old "friend" had betrayed Deuce only made him cherish his current friendships and especially the relationship he had with Allen even more...

BOOK 7:

[I haven't played Book 7 yet, so I'll either update this section later or share it in a separate post! Until then, we're assuming that they realized just how much they loved each other even more.]

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That's everything for now! The final part of their relationship timeline (post book 7), including when they FINALLY get together, will be in my next Allen x Deuce introduction post!

However, my next overall post is likely going to be the announcement for my ship art/writing event 👀

Thank you for the support on my previous Allen x Deuce posts! It means ridiculously much to me 🥹🥹🥹

[rose-greenhouse]

for those who need to hear it,

your f/o is always there for you. they're there to listen to your struggles. they're there to give you comfort. they're there to give you a shoulder to lean on, to cry on; they're always there.

no matter what they're doing, no matter where they are, they will always stop to check up on you. they'll text, they'll call, they'll go out of their way just to see how you're doing.

so please... don't be down in the dumps. your f/o is always there for you to help lift you up. whether it's your romantic f/o, your platonic f/o, or your familial f/o, they'll always be there for you, always.

[no proship please and thank you]