#disclaimer it’s one thing if you don’t know it’s a big deal but honestly use critical thinking

[binders-and-beanies]

If you live in the u.s. and shop at any big retail chain and you say no when asked for a phone number or email (unless it’s very much presented as an optional thing) you’re straight up not a good person lol it’s the single worst thing u can do as a customer. Worse than screaming at the employee, worse than taking a shit in the fitting room (yes that happens too). If you frequently say no in situations where it’s obvious it’s a mandatory thing for the worker then u have likely gotten someone fired before. Not like a hypothetical “you could in theory” but you probably have gotten someone fired at some point, I’ve lost some of my fave coworkers to it. Literally give fake info like 123-456-7890 and joesmith@gmail if it’s that serious or if u genuinely don’t have one, it doesn’t have to be Yours but at the very least if you’re not gonna play along u can’t say anything abt being nice to retail workers. U have to embrace that u don’t care about being nice to retail workers. Friendly is different than kind and it’s not kind to risk someone getting written up or fired but slap a “thank you have a good day” on the end of the interaction so u can tell yourself u were friendly. And yes we agree it’s stupid we don’t like it either but it’s mildly annoying to you and actually Scary for us (we are scared of you when we’re trying to convince you into it. Do you like people being afraid of you) in conclusion if giving out your phone number and then receiving zero calls or texts is the worst possible thing you can imagine 1) I wish I was you 2) advocate for workers not getting punished for this instead of complaining to all your friends about how horrible we are for doing our jobs

[i-put-the-hot-in-psychotic]

Target Acquired Part 2 (NSFW)

Pairings: Keegan. P. Russ x Soldier! Reader

Enemies to Lovers Trope MDNI, NSFW

Summary: In a mission trying to find some important intel with Task Force 141, you are pulled into a dimly lit room, the heavy door slamming shut behind you. Sharp words exchanged, trying to assert dominance over the other, yet an unspoken connection that neither wants to admit, turns into something more intimate.

Disclaimer: MDNI!, NSFW, 18+ This story will contain curse words, war themes, and NSFW sexual themes. I know Keegan and the new game do not have anything to do with each other but for the plot and sexiness sake, no hate and enjoy reading! This is purely fictional!

Word Count: 3,888

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, sexual themes, curse words, sexual acts, blowjobs, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, female orgasm, male orgasm, slight m dom.

Part 1

Keeping your rifle close, you slowly make your way through the dark corridors of this middle of nowhere base. Laswell had said they had some intel on Makarov and needed to infiltrate this base, slowly, quietly, and surly enough Task Force 141 was the perfect fit to go.

Pacing slowly through the corridor, illuminated by only blue light, you had to keep an eye out on both sides, from your left, the windows to the inner base, to your right doors leading to IT rooms, security cameras, and most likely would contain enemies.

A sigh leaves your lips, you can’t let Laswell down, the Task Force.

It had been months since you had heard or seen Keegan. In all honestly what happened in that abandoned warehouse still finds a way to creep in your mind, especially in moments you don’t want to. Looking to your left to check if the coast is clear, a hand grabs your mouth applying pressure and pulling you in a nearby room.

You freeze when you feel a big hand over your mouth, not daring to make a sound. You keep absolutely still, not moving a muscle as your heart starts to race. Even though having years of training the initial shock and the increase of heart rate still settles deep down in your stomach. This is going to be fun you think besides yourself. How could you have not heard them creep behind you. You start evaluating what they might ask or worse getting ready for the Russian torture you were about to endure.

No.

Keeping calm and letting your anger stay contained, you elbow your aggressor with the butt of your rifle, turning on him and aiming. Upon looking at your aggressor, seeing him groaning in pain face in his hand he winces “Fuck Y/N”.

You straighten yourself upon hearing your voice you look at his ice-coloured eyes.

"Keegan?"

 No.

What is he doing here? How did he find you? For a moment, he stares at you in shock. He was.... surprised to say the least.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is Task 141’s deal not yours?"

His face remains unmoving but there is a hint of amusement in his eyes. He leans against the wall opposite you, placing his arms behind him. "I came because I wanted to see you." He said in a quiet voice.

"Right" you reply rolling your eyes. "You have seen me now, now let me go back to work before you get us both killed"

He raises an eyebrow. "Price asked me to come." he answers your question. "Why are you so cold?..." he whispers.

If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. Something else is at play here. Having enough of his bullshit you make you way out of this tech room you’re in.

"Can I ask you one more question before you go?"

You turn towards him, "What is it with you and your questions?"

"I just want to know one thing..."

There's a strange intensity in his eyes as he stares at you, almost like you are the most fascinating person he's ever seen.

"Do you still think we are enemies?"

With that you remain complete quiet, completely frozen. At this point in time, were we?

Your body wants to respond so desperately. Reason creeps through your skin. He hadn’t killed you, hadn’t hurt you last time nor now, as you would have thought. If he wanted to take advantage of you last time he easily would have. Biologically, he's completely stronger than you.

But enemies.

Your mind flashed to the dreams you had about him, how hot he made you feel. How his shoulders felt underneath your nails. How his mask scratched your cheeks. A shaky breath releases past your lips, still yet to respond.

He watches, seemingly transfixed by your response. He watches you as your mind lingers on those thoughts you tried to suppress.

He could tell what you were thinking...

Finally, he speaks again. There's a strange tenderness in his voice, as if he's afraid to ask what he's about to ask but he needs to know the answer.

"Have you been thinking about me?"

"No" acting childish. "Have you?" You ask wanting to know if he genuinely had.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. He's not used to people not being honest with him. Especially not people like you.

"Yes. A lot." He replies. "And I've been thinking how much I want to see you again."

Beat...

His gaze is steady and intense, like he knows you can see the honesty in his eyes. You weren't expecting that answer. He had been thinking about you. Wait. What if this was all part of a plan. To get into your head. All the compliments. What if-. He shakes his head slightly like he somehow knows what’s going through your mind.

"I'm not lying."

The intensity in his eyes only grows, but he's trying to conceal it. He's not trying to be intimidating. He wants you to see his vulnerability.

"Is this some sort of sick joke" you reply now getting hurt, angry. Was he playing you?

He takes a small step toward you, his eyes filling with genuine emotion.

"It's not a joke, it's not a trick or game. I'm as serious as I've ever been."

His lips curl into a slight smile. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice is laced with honesty and genuine feeling. He seems like he can't believe he is saying these words, but he can't stop.

"Why here? Now? During an OP?” you state voice rising letting frustration eat away at your skin. He got closer to you, intruding on your personal space. “Make me believe you" you say close to him, face serious. You felt like he was lying. "Next time you see me it better not be some kind of sick job or a bullet because I won’t hesitate to pull my trigger"

For a moment, he's taken aback by the boldness of your request. But he's not shocked. He steps forward again, this time closing the distance completely between you two. He stares you down, a small grin spreading across his lips.

"I promise you... when I next see you, you won't be holding a gun. Or anything else for that matter." He speaks as if you are a part of his very soul, as if you already know exactly what he means.

You look at his eyes. Captivating. You had only seen his face through the briefing never in real life. Curiosity killing you wanting to know what he looks like. Want to lift his mask up feel his skin. Sensing your eyes trying to take every detail, he can tell right away that you're curious about what he looks like beneath his mask.

He's not used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like you. Normally, you're so bold and confident, yet here you are, studying every aspect of him as if you're drawn to him.

He's not used to this kind of vulnerability coming from someone like you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Mm" you respond with a whisper.

"What if you saw me again but without the mask?" He asks.

His eyes are fixed on yours and you sense the intensity of his gaze even from behind the mask. Its as if he's studying you, trying to see inside of you, hoping you'll let him.

Hesitating to lift your hand towards his face. You were so close. You touch your fingers against his cheek feeling the warmth radiating from the mask. Holding his full cheek in your palm you slowly glide your finger where his lips rest underneath the mask. Eyes getting heavy, breathing non-existent. His eyes bore into yours watching you study him.

His breath catches as your touch meets his skin. He doesn't pull away or try to stop you, on the contrary, it feels like he's allowing you to study every aspect of him.

There is a calmness in his eyes that you've never seen before. He is vulnerable at this moment, exposing his entire being to you.

A small smile spreads across his lips as your finger traces his mouth.

He doesn't blink as he looks into your eyes. He is waiting for you to make the next move.

Your hand fingers his mask underneath his shirt pulling it up slowly. He doesn’t move to stop you, but instead he takes in small inhale of air as you pull the mask up. Finally, edge of the mask in your hand. You stop and think.

Beat...

You pull the mask up until it reaches his nose finally seeing his lips. Plump lips with a sharp jaw. Clean shaven and a few scars adorn his face. In a trance you touch his skin and both of you let out a breath you both have been holding but he doesn't move, even though you can see his entire body tremble. He is breathing hard, and he is enjoying this. He closes his eyes, and he lets out another deep inhale as you touch his skin. You trace your finger down his Adams apple and finally graze your thumb on his bottom lip.

As he had his eyes closed, your hand wrapped around his throat applying just the right pressure, making him release a staggered deep groan. Fuck, your eyes flutter slightly. That sounded...hot.

"Oh god... "

Your touch is electrifying, causing him to tremble all over his body. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can barely catch his breath. The slight pressure around his throat feels good somehow. He opens his eyes and looks back at you. The moment his eyes meet yours, the entire tension is doubled.

His hand wrap around your waist wanting to pull you closer, dick straining against his pants. He wants to ravage you, but he loves the small teasing you’re providing him. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. Your body is pressed up against his, and he can feel your heart racing.

He can't help but stare into your eyes, enjoying the moment, enjoying the way you make him feel. His hands move up your sides gradually, moving ever closer to the waist of your uniformed pants.

As his fingers fondle the waist or your cargos, your thumb traces his bottom lip as he opens his mouth and grabs your thumb in between his teeth, slowly closing his lips around it and sucking on it. His lips are soft and warm, and you can't help but let out a small groan of pleasure. His hands are exploring your body, getting ever closer to the bottom of your jeans.

"Fuck Keegan" you whisper.

He pauses for a moment, his breath catching in his throat.

He looks into your eyes, his own now filled with such desire and need.

"Say my name again..." he whispers.

You moan his name "Keegan" small heavy breaths leaving your lips. His own meeting your neck. His body tenses slightly at the sound of your voice.

He is overwhelmed with desire, and you can feel it in every part of his frame. Every move he makes now is calculated, as if he's going slowly on purpose to not lose the feeling.

"Again..." his voice is barely audible, and you can feel his body trembling.

"Keegan" you straight up moan now. Getting lost in his voice, in your desires.

His desires.

"Again..." he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. Your body quivers and he press’ up against you even closer, feeling every inch of your body against his.

Warmth was spreading all throughout your body, as he pushed you even closer towards him, chest plates hitting, making you feel his thickness rub against your thigh. Fuck he was hard. You rubbed your thigh against him as he leaned against a cabinet that was just behind you, on the left side of the room. The heat between your bodies is so intense, it's almost unbearable. The feeling of it is driving you both wild.

His hands travel even higher, inching up your thighs. His touch is incredibly soft and tender at first then becoming more forceful. He's enjoying the teasing, letting the intensity build up slowly and not even trying to hide the fact that he is getting turned on.

Getting the courage your hand travels towards his bulge and you wrap your hand around it. He hisses at the feeling of your small hand. Grabbing your wrist, you stop shocked at what might have been an overstep. Holding your wrist he unbuttons his black cargo pants, unzipping them, eyes intensely on your face, eyes heavy lidded wanting to see how you might react. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

He freed himself from his restraint, adjusting himself now to being free. Your mouth instantly watered at the sight of how big he was. He stroked himself before placing your hand, that was still bound by his wrist, around him wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He released a staggered breath as you begun to stroke him. His eyes closed head dropping towards his chest.

Upon stroking your thumb felt his wetness on his tip, which you took as a sign to spread it around his head, lip between your teeth. Moaning under your ministrations you couldn’t help but look at him.

Still with his helmet on, eyes closed, panting, dick in your hand stroking him and shamelessly mask atop his face not concealing his identity well, at least the lower part of his face, as the deep soft groans leave his lips.

"That’s it baby" he whispers. "Just like that" he encourages, making you want to please him more. You couldn’t take it anymore. Eyes now full of lust, mouth thick to the brim with salvia you made you way down on your knees and kissed his head. He opened his eyes at the soft feeling of your lips against his cock.

He couldn’t believe it; his mind was playing tricks on him. He saw you kissing his cock making your way down to his base than licking your way up to this shaft. “Fuck” he whispered. If you kept teasing him like that he was about to -

"Ah" he groans eyes tightly closing upon feeling your wet, warm mouth sucking him off. "Jesus Y/N". Eyes closed you take him in deeper in your mouth wanting to feel him at the back of your throat, but he was so thick it was seeming to be difficult.

Your mouth parts, pussy clenching into nothing, clit screaming for just the right of amount of pressure. Slick now dripping down your thighs.

You continue wetting his cock with your tongue, going up and down, his hand now wrapped in your hair bun, although with how tight he’s holding it, it won’t remain a bun much longer. He angles his hips to go in deeper, but you hold him in your fist as you start to feel consumed by him, air refusing to enter your lungs.

"Take it baby. That's it. Good girl." he pushes his hips toward your face. You felt him hit your gag reflex holding your head with his hands until finally pulling away, a line of spit still hanging from your lips to his cock, eyes watery.

He pulls you up standing on your feet and quickly goes to unbutton your pants. Pushing them of your legs you hesitate, as you were both still on a mission. He reassures you that no one is going to enter, and if so, those who do see would leave as they would see what you were doing. They would think that a guard on duty just got lucky.

Turning sides, now you’re the one leaning against the metal cabinet. His lips meet the underside of your ear. "Y/N" he moans as he slightly nips your skin. "Can I touch you?" He asks hand resting on your hip, tracing your navel wanting to go down, and feel how wet you have gotten and gather it on his fingers. "Please" you whisper. "Please Keegan. I need you"

Your pleading drove him crazy, pushing himself towards you. Bare cock rubbing against your stomach. As he couldn’t tease himself enough, he asked "Where do you need me?" lips just inches away from your lips. You hesitate. Is he really going to make you tell him.

"Y/N" he whispers using his other hand to lift your face, meeting your heavy-lidded watery eyes. He looks serious. "I asked you a question. Where do you need me?".

He rubs your folds not wanting to waste anymore time away from you. He slowly pushes his finger inside you, wet and ready for him your pussy takes his finger with ease. You both moan at the intrusion. Keeping his finger there, he breathes hard against you, feeling your warmth wrapping around him.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, feeling like you’re going crazy. Never in your years have you ever felt like this. Felt warm like this or gotten wet like this. It was driving you insane.

"I need you in me. I need to feel you stretch me. I need to feel how thick you are inside of me" you confess. Upon your confession he pushes himself harder against you, your ass hitting deeper against the cabinet his fingers finally pushing on the bundle of nerves between your legs earning a moan from your lips. He feels how wet you are and nearly looses himself, his cock twitching.

Finally, his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, both mouths slightly agape, his eyebrows furrowed at your heat as he starts to move his fingers back out, then pushing them back in. He increases his pace, fingers now dripping wet and inserts another.

His fingers are thick, long, and strong not compared to your small ones, filling you up in all the right places. You grab his arm feeling the bulging muscle of his biceps. "Keegan" you moan. "You like that Y/N?" he asks as his pace continues to increase. "You like my fingers stretching you out, fingering you huh?"

"Yes" you exclaim "Good girl" he kisses you. "Getting ready to take me inside you."

You nod at that wanting to take his cock. He lifts you up on the cabinet and aligns himself to your entrance. Fuck he was thick, the sight alone with his head stroking your pussy nearly made you cum right than and there. "Ready princess?" he asks, and he moves you closer to him if that was even possible. "Yes" you say as you wrap your hands around his neck.

The initial push was electrifying. He was thick and it made you feel like you were on fire. Hot moans coming from you meet his ear, not until he grabs your face in his hand and kisses you again. He continues to push into you as his lips are against yours breathing deeply. The stretch was nothing compared to his fingers. You couldn’t help but call out to him.

"Shh, its ok" he replies. "You’re doing so good for me. You’re taking it so well." He says as he finally pushes all the way into you. You felt like you couldn’t move. He begun to pull out and push back in. Looking at you he saw his world. He wanted to savor the moment deep in his memory. How your eyebrows creased, how your lips were parted how he wanted to make you feel like this. Him. Only him.

His thrusts continued, wet sounds all over the room driving the both of you wild. "Keegan" you call to him. "Yes" he replies worried that he might have hurt you. "I’m close" you reveal to him. It was music to his ears. His thrusts continued with depth and rhythm edging you. "Cum for me. Cum for me princess. Let me feel you. That’s it" he continued to whisper for you.

A static sound was heard from the left side of your chest plate startling the both of you. It hit a second time.

"Y/N" now you hear your own name not your call sign.

" Bravo 8, you ok. Over?" You want to stop body going rigid. Fuck, it was Simon. Keegan continues to push into you. "Keegan wait".

"Bravo 8, Are you with us? Over" you hear again less patient from the radio com. Fuck it’s been a while since you replied or radioed your team. Keegan looks at you with a smirk, "Don’t worry it hasn’t even been 15 minuets. They worry for you too much".

At that Keegan thrust deep into you making your head roll back, making you forget your worries. "You’re going to make me cum, princess" he whispers in your ear. His thrusts increase in motion build up wanting finally to release.

Its Price. "Are you ok? Over."

You’re a whimpering mess around Keegan as he continues to thrust into you. He pulls slightly back, finger against his lips showing you to stay quiet. Confused your brows furrow, until you see the devilish look cast over his eyes as he grabs the button of your radio com, and he pushes into you, deep, feeling his cock hit your cervix keeping you in place. He smirks as he waits for you to reply to your captain.

You bite your lip trying to regain some composure for your voice not to give away of your activities.

This was your captain, your team. "All good Captain. Over" you say as Keegan smirks and releases the button sending your message.

Fuck that was hot. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you clench around Keegan. You moaned as he whispers in your ear "You want me to fill you up?"

Your radio com responds "Fuck, where are you?" The captain states leaving the honorifics behind.

"Fuck" this can’t be happening, not now. Not when you’re so close to cumming. Keegan's statement makes you go feral, imaging his thick cum painting your walls, dripping out of you. Keegan presses the com button,

"You’re way over than ok." He pushes deeper. "You will meet them at the south wing nearing the backdoor of the grounds”.  You repeat breathless what he says to you.

"West Wing" you reply breathlessly.

"You’re going to cum for me huh, going to get filled up with my cum in the west wing" he taunts in your ear.

"I’m coming for you. Over" Keegan laughs at your captain’s message.

"Captains’ join’ in on the fun huh." he smirks, before feeling you clench against him. "Fuck Y/N." His thrust continues, panting heavily as he grabs your hips and presses your com. "Tell him you’re doing just fine." He whispers in your ear as he fucks deeper into you, jealousy laced through his teeth.

"Cause at the moment, you are about to come around my cock" Keegan taunts as he gives one last big push, cock pulsating in you. You feel his hot warm cum hit deep inside you and he releases his load into you. You can’t help but moan with pleasure as you clench around him, your own orgasm hitting you, releasing. His hips still deep in you his heavy breathing meets yours.

"Meet you there" is heard over the comms.

"You sure you’re ok?" captains voice asks again

"Never better" you reply breathlessly.

[minisugakoobies]

Timezones | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: a little angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, Non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of illness (not specified), mentions of ill parent, a very soft Jungkook and reader dealing with sudden long distance, special guest appearance by Bam, yes there is a noraebang and fried chicken because last week's lives honestly felt like something a fanfic writer wrote, sorry if this makes you sad but I needed to write it

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Only thing that keeps us apart / Is a different timezone

A/N: I'm never getting over Jungkook's lives from last week. The absolute boyfriend vibes, combined with me listening to "Timezones" by Måneskin today, led me to write this. Thank you @sugalaritae for lending me your talented eyes!

I didn't specify what country reader is meant to be from, just that their family at one point while they were a child lived several time zones from where they lives now, long enough for them to think of it as their childhood home.

There are some things going on in my life that have inspired some of the plot, so… I hope when the time comes that you have to deal with such things, you have someone like Jungkook here to support you. It makes all the difference in the world. 💕

The notification comes in at a little past noon. You stare at it for a second before tapping the screen. A familiar pair of brown eyes come into frame, blinking slowly beneath a cloud of dark fluffy hair.

"Koo? Why are you awake?"

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grins, deflecting your question with the sweetness of his smile. His head rests on his tattooed forearm as he gazes at you. "Miss you."

The words make you sigh, releasing a tension you didn't even realize you were holding. Carrying your phone into your bedroom, you sink down onto the mattress of your childhood bed. "I miss you, too."

It's been over a week since you said goodbye at the airport. Eight days, six hours, and thirteen minutes, to be precise. Every tick of the clock sends that number higher and higher.

"I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check in. How're you feeling?"

You shrug, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I'm okay. Woke up late. Just killing some time before the appointment this afternoon."

He hums, nodding. Your boyfriend opens his mouth and then closes it again. You know what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. You know he'd be here with you if he could.

This trip came up unexpectedly. But that's how it always goes when a parent gets sick. Everything's fine until it's not. It was easy enough for you to drop everything and fly halfway around the world, but Jungkook's just starting his career now, after a long period of false starts and dead ends. He didn't have the time banked and you weren't about to ask him to give up his job to come home with you.

Home. There's that word again. It's disorienting, being back in the place where you grew up, and feeling like you're somewhere new. So little has changed here, yet it feels completely unfamiliar. Home is now several time zones away.

Home is where he is.

Jungkook's voice pulls you back to the tiny device in your hand. "What time is it there?"

"Just past noon." You don't ask him what time it is, fully aware that it's the middle of the night there. "Why are you still up?"

"Eh, got home a while ago from drinks with Jin-hyung and was hungry, so I got fried chicken. Now I'm too full to sleep."

You give him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you, you can put some of that in the fridge? You don't need to eat it all in one sitting!"

Jungkook scrunches his nose in delight at your reaction. "I know I don't need to. I want to."

You just roll your eyes in defeat. It's not a new topic of discussion. Your boyfriend has a big appetite.

There's a gentle clicking sound from offscreen, nails tapping on hardwood, and then a big brown nose pops into frame as Bam puts his head on his dad's arm, wanting to know what he's looking at. Bam's technically your dog, too, since the two of you adopted him when you'd moved in together three months ago, but you're not a fool. He's Jungkook's baby.

"Bammy!" you coo, and Jungkook tilts the phone so Bam can see your face. His tail whips Jungkook's side in his frenzy. "Hi Bammy, I miss you!"

"Bam's been such a good boy, keeping me company while you're gone, haven't you?"

Jungkook buries his nose in Bam's face while planting kisses on the dog's snout, and you laugh when he sniffs the dog. Someone else might find it weird, but you're used to his sensitive nose. He's always sliding up behind you in the kitchen or bathroom and pressing his face against the back of your neck to inhale deeply. You stopped wearing perfume at his request, when he told you how much he loves your natural scent.

Right now, you'd give anything to feel his arms around you and hear that little snff snff up close. Your sigh is a little louder than you intend, because it draws Jungkook's focus away from his dog.

"You okay, baby?"

"I am. Really. I should… I should probably eat something." Food always helps. It's one of the things your father taught you. "Keep me company while I make lunch?"

Jungkook grins again, twirling something in his hand. "How about I do you one better?" he asks, and you realize he's holding his karaoke mic, and likely has been this whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. "Any requests?"

As you warm up your leftover takeout, Jungkook serenades you with a selection of your favorite songs. He incorporates little bits of choreo in some of the performances, like the risqué moves he does while crooning "Unholy" that make you choke on your rice. As always, his sweet tenor makes your heart flutter while he effortlessly riffs his way through a private little noraebang, just for you.

When your lunch is done, you sit in your father's old armchair, tucking your legs up on the sagging cushion. Jungkook's eyes are closed as he sings, and you know he's lost in the music. It's one of the things you love most about him, the way he gives his all to whatever he's doing. No matter what it is, he's always committed. Devoted.

You're so lucky to have him.

"Koo," you finally say when he pauses to pour himself a beer. "Baby. It's so late there. As much as I'm loving this concert, you should get some sleep." As a graphic designer, he works from home, so he doesn't have to wake early for a commute, but he's still human. He still needs sleep.

He fiddles with his frosted mug, pushing it back and forth on the table by where his phone is propped. "I know. I just… I don't like sleeping in our bed without you. It doesn't feel right." He frowns, dark brows knitting together in a look of anguish. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not here."

The last bit of tightness in your muscles dissipates as you melt at the heartache in his voice. "Oh, babe, I wish I could be home with you right now. Take you to bed, wrap my arms around you, and cuddle you to sleep."

"I wish you were here, too." The stars in his eyes seem dimmed by the sadness that hangs there. "And I'm - I'm sorry that I couldn't be ther-"

"I know, babe. I know." He falls silent at your gentle interruption. You've never hated the miles between you more than this very moment, wishing you could hold him close. Knowing he feels the same. "But this, you calling me like this to check in on me, singing to me - this means so much."

"Be better if I could hold you."

"Mmm. True." You smile playfully, chest warming when he smiles back just a little. "But don't worry. Even though you're there and I'm here, I still - I still feel your love." Of the two of you, he's the crier. But you find yourself swallowing thickly around your words. "So thank you."

Jungkook nods, letting his chin fall to his forearm again. "I'm always here, baby, any time you need some love. Time zones can't keep us apart."

"I know." You mirror Jungkook's position, watching his eyelashes flutter as exhaustion finally seems to hit him. "I love you, Koo."

"Love you too. Let me know how the appointment goes."

He yawns, and in the corner of the screen you see Bam curling up next to him on the couch. As soon as you end the call, you know they're going to fall asleep right there together.

"I will. Go get some sleep, babe."

He murmurs something that sounds like a very sleepy goodnight, and then the call disconnects. The screen fades to black, but in your mind you still see his soft smile.

Stretching, you peel yourself out of your father's chair. The appointment you have today is the one you've been dreading, but you'll be okay. In just a few more days, you'll be back home.

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[beeceit]

The Broken Leo

Disclaimer: I know I don't typically do angst for the Peepaw Multiverse (which is also why I typically don't involve itbotb Leo in it) but I got to thinking, and itbotb Leo would have... very complicated feelings about meeting so many other hims

(The itbotb canon self-worth issues, alcohol issues, and a brief mention of suicidal thoughts made it into this, so watch out for those) WMAS Leo belongs to @chiangyorange who also inspired this with this comic

Leo tapped his claws against his glass, looking around the room.

The situation was ridiculous and honestly a little frightening. (Seriously, what evil god would allow THIS many Leos to coexist in one room?! Something very very important would be breaking soon and the whole multiverse would explode because some idiot tried to make ramen without the water, or something equally stupid.)  But the scariest part for Leo was that every other version of himself he could see seemed so… 

Happy.

Why wasn’t he? What, because he was missing an arm? Big whoop, he’d already counted five other hims missing something. Coin with his amputated leg (and really, he should be grateful it was only an arm), 2 was missing an arm too, didn’t even really have a stump to speak of. Expendable was not only missing an arm, but his shell was in horrible shape and his eye looked enough like his own Raph’s that he’d bet real money that he was at least partially blind.

And he was feeling this way well before he lost it.

Because of the prison dimension, then? He was there an hour at most. Hourglass and Deal had both been there so much longer and got hurt so much worse. And yet there they were, just laughing and talking like old friends, and they’d only just met. Deal was even drinking soup out of his hands, Leo couldn’t even imagine going through trauma like he had and still managing to be able to be so silly. No, the problem was him.

The problem was always him.

What was wrong with him? His dad was finally there and opening up and listening, his family finally trusted him, he got along with Casey famously. Even his future self was there for him! Everybody was! He just needed to stop being such a self-obsessed dickhead and talk to them! Why was this so hard? Leo sighed and looked around to make sure no one was looking before reaching into his pouch and pulling out a bottle of calamine lotion. Well… it had been calamine lotion. Now it was just a cleaned out bottle he used to hide his emergency vodka in. It didn’t hold much (It couldn’t. He couldn’t afford his brothers getting suspicious, after all.) but it was enough. He poured a generous glug into his diet coke before concealing the bottle again. There was a bar in this place for the older Leos, it would be fine. If anyone got suspicious, he could just claim it was Blue’s and he stole a sip because he was curious. That was normal teenager behavior, right?

What a fucking mess he was.

It was bad enough, knowing how weak he was amongst his family, knowing he was the only one struggling like this, but this? This was so much worse. So many hims, going through so much worse, how was he the only one struggling this hard? How was he the only one who couldn’t handle it? This wasn’t just one universe calling him a failure, it was dozens.

“Should’ve just let Prime finish me off when he had the chance.” He muttered to himself, taking a long sip.

Leo felt a bump against his shoulder.

“Hey, you say something?” Leo jumped, turning to see another Leo sitting next to him. “Shit! Sorry, uh, spaced out. How long have you been there?” The other Leo snorted. “Just a minute, dude, don’t worry about it. You good?” Leo blinked before shrugging and putting on the carefree mask, hoping it wouldn’t fail him like it had done more and more lately. “Nah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Just, uh, just overwhelmed. This whole situation is wack as all hell.”

“Yeah, I get that. I still haven’t figured out how to get this name tag thing off. I mean, what does WMAS even mean?! And why is there an orange on it?”

“I’ve been saying it like Christmas in my head.” “Of course you would. Why is yours so long, anyways?”

“Dude, I have no idea. My Blue’s matches, so I guess our dimension is just itty-bot-buh with a… deer-bee thing? I don’t know, man.” WMAS snorted. “You call yours Blue, too?” “Dad picked it. It’s still weird, him actually calling me by my name without it meaning I’m in trouble.” “Yeah, I feel that. …you, uh… you wanna go pet the big scary magic dog with me?” Leo raised an eyebrow and looked over at Havoc, who was currently giving a death glare to a big Leo that had gotten too close to Hourglass for comfort. “I think that’s a fox.” “He’s fluffy, it makes him a dog.” Leo rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his drink before standing. “Eh, I’ll bite. I didn’t have anything better to do anyways.” Blue looked on from across the room with a frown.

I’m so sorry, kid.

[jewishbarbies]

One of the things I don’t understand/agree with when it comes to Biden is his handling of I/P. And disclaimer, this has nothing to do with voting, I already voted for Harris (early), this is a seperate issue.

The hostages. Besides their Jewish ethnic background, a lot of those people are first and foremost American citizens. Shouldn’t the government be doing everything in their power to find them (hopefully alive)?

From what I googled, the plan to get them back is to have a permanent ceasefire. I think it’s pretty clear that that’s not going to happen though. Biden said that Netanyahu is not cooperating when it comes to this, so I tried to understand why Bibi would not cooperate and honestly, I sort of get it.

And this is not me on Bibi’s side or anything of the sort, but assuming this is his line of thinking, if I was the leader of Israel, why the fuck would I make a deal with a terrorist organisation? Who the fuck makes deals with terrorists? Hamas is only going to accept a deal that favours them, and none of that would be good for the people of his country, so there’s obviously no ceasefire option.

So if that’s the situation, why doesn’t the US have a Plan B? It’s been over a year. Israel and Hamas have made it very clear that a permanent ceasefire is not possible (at this point), so what’s next? Are they just going to leave them there?

Is the plan to beg and plead for Netanyahu to agree to a deal (which he will not do)? Is that it?

Idk, I just feel like we used to do more for hostages and POW. I’m not expecting guns blazing, boots on the ground, Saving Private Ryan Call of Duty style type shit, but why is the US not acting? I’m just confused.

yeah, the way it’s framed as if the hostage situation is purely an israel problem when american citizen(s) are involved definitely feels like the Biden admin’s attempt at keeping blame/responsibility off of them, specifically leading up to the election while Biden was still running. now there’s less pressure with it just being Kamala, but it’s still so off to me compared to previous american hostage situations. it felt like Hersh dying was an afterthought not just to Biden but to most Americans. like the “yes very sad. anyway-“ meme. idek what to do differently as far as action, considering how touchy the whole situation is and Netanyahu purposely fucking up ceasefire talks, but at least ACT like you’re upset about it?? act like you’re trying to help negotiate on behalf of OUR CITIZENS?? it’s been a lackluster response as a whole since the beginning for me.

on the topic of “we don’t negotiate with terrorists”, that’s really fucking dumb. because you have to negotiate to at least some capacity if you want your citizens back alive. swallow your pride and come up with a compromise that will bring them home safely. I know it’s very complicated, but Netanyahu’s tough guy act is fucking annoying when literally everyone is screaming to bring them home. hamas is never going to let them go or give them back without a deal of some kind, that’s just a fact. so, do we want them back or not? we can’t continue to pretend we do when we’re actively refusing to negotiate and acting like it’s only the other guy’s fault. there’s been some rescues, but they killed hostages when then learned we were onto them. that’s too big of a risk. those deaths could’ve been avoided with a deal and if Netanyahu is admitting he’s not going to negotiate seriously, it’s on his hands, too.

[merverse]

just finished the sun and the star and im posting this from my phone but i have to write my feelings down so spoilers of course:

first of all, i get it. this is not a fanfic, this is an actually rick riordan book and i can't expect it to go dark even though the story and the characters on it totally deserve to be put into a more mature light, so i'm trying to be more open about all this, but..... i'm really disappointed.

the writing was flat. the only reason i had any sort of sympathy to the characters and what they were going through was because i already knew them beforehand, but even then they felt like.... strangers. i think rick needs to stick with first person povs, because (and this also something i struggled with when reading the heroes of olympus series) he can't do multi character stories that well. i thought mark could help with this, but it honestly felt all over the place.

and i was expecting some character inconsistency throughout the book and messed up timelines once again, but it still surprised me how obvious those mistakes were. for example, we have nico being an advocate for change: people change, they learn from their past experiences and evolve throughout their lives and this is the whole reason why we are going into this quest! the whole reason why nyx is after me! and not even a couple of chapters later he finds out one of the giants did just that and found love and acceptance and he just flat out refuses to accept this. uhm, what? will has to remind him he's all about change? nico: oh yeah! my bad! forgot we were doing that

( see: chapter 19: ‘You see the trogs,’ said Screech-Bling. ‘You see Bob the Titan.’ Will smiled and squeezed his hand. ‘Nyx hates what you represent – change.’ / and then, chapter 22: "Nico scoffed. ‘You didn’t meet Geryon. You don’t know what he’s like.’ ‘Was like,’ said Menoetes. ‘Was. Because now you don’t know what he is like.’ Nico was left speechless. ‘Maybe we should give him a chance,’ said Will. ‘We both know people who were once terrible and then turned things around.' )

and don't get me started of the morals on this book. we get it, it's a book for middle schoolers, but you don't have to state the message of it every single chapter for it to be obvious. we get it, this is about changing and owning up the past but trying to be better in the future. not everything is black and white. okay. oh, ur gonna mention it again? oh, ur gonna get a goddess to spell it out for no reason at all? okay.

and god.......... the whole solangelo situation, i'm so SAD. i love them together, i adore them. but those stories about how they got together........ nico somehow deciding he was gonna tell the entire camp he was gay........ will kissing him for the first time just when he was grieving jason after he died (why. why would any of them think this was okay. WHY)........ i know these situations "make sense" and are explained in the book, but i don't like them. i don't. and i refuse to acknowledge them.

well, no. i'm actually going to acknowledge the whole coming out scene and how the story treats the whole thing. (disclaimer: not every queer person has to agree on this, we all have different experiences and that's fine, this is just my opinion on the matter) i hated how it felt like they were using nico's character as this big pamphlet advertising the "gay is okay!". i know his sexuality is a Big part of his character, and he is the first gay character in the pjo universe, but why did it feel he was also the first queer demigod at the camp? why did it have to be a big deal? i think the whole scene about juniper messing it up and him "choosing" to ask will out and also come out to the entire camp at the same time was..... unnecessary. i didn't need him to say he was gay in front of the entire greek camp, he can be used as an inspiring story for any other demigod just choosing to hold will's hand at dinner.

(and is...... a greek camp...... i can understand internalized homophobia on nico bc of his upbringing, and also anyone can have it no matter their experiences, but..... a greek camp..... and a public coming out scene after the whole thing with cupid.......)

(side note: not even one mention of patroclus and achilles. NOT EVEN ONCE.)

and i think what really sealed the deal for me was hazel. well. THE LACK OF HER. does nico remember he has a sister? does mark knows he has a sister? does rick???????? me, throughout the book: oh so this is the chapter where i get some hazel and nico crumbs! no? okay so the next one! oh, still no mention of her? so the next chapt-

she's mentioned 6 times. 6 times. and only once he's allowed to actually think about her. i hated it. and it was worse with reyna.

(the fact nico thought about annabeth and percy AND JASON? (WHO HE WASNT CLOSE WITH AT THE MOMENT) WHEN HE WAS GOING THROUGH TARTARUS ALONE? BUT DIDN'T THINK ABOUT HAZEL? HELLO?)

and even thought the message of the book is about how light and darkness can coexist within one self (as we are... repeatedly told..... all over again...), it still rubs me the wrong way how, at the end, darkness is still portrayed as something.... bad.... that u have to live with. like will says "‘But now I know that it’s not about conquering, or vanquishing, or any of that kind of hero talk. Sometimes it’s better to learn to live with the darkness.’" uhmmmmmmmmmmmm

all that being said, it was a..... fun book. not life changing and I'm definitely ignoring its existence, but the plot was entertaining enough and i did cry when bianca, maria and hades showed up because i adore the di angelo family. also will has powers! that's cool! i guess!

oh, and nico's little demons/children/whatever they are..... cute. in my head they are like those dust bunnies from ghibli.

[sunriseverse]

tagged by @lucientelrunya to do a “twenty questions for fic writers” tag meme (thank you!!!!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

376. about 200 or so of those are pacrim promptfics though, which inflates the number.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,234,900. i unfortunately suffer from a chronic inability to shut up, and fanfic is basically my only non-academic hobby.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

as of march 2023, various adaptations and canons falling under the dmbj umbrella.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

strike it through (start again) (922)

do you feel the hunger (does it howl inside?) (616)

a love that echoes through the distance (472)

strokes of love (441)

chart a course for a better tomorrow (390)

(honestly i’m kind of annoyed my ofmd fics are so popular, since i got in at just the right time (a lot of fandom interest but comparatively few fanfics in comparison to demand) to get a decent amount of attention to them, but i don’t really care about the show anymore so seeing it skew my stats miffs me a bit. also, i think my recent works are just far better written because i’ve improved at my craft.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

probably 95% of the time, yeah! even if it’s just a “thanks for commenting, glad you liked the fic!” i think it’s important readers know that i’m not just some faceless set of hands posting—i am a real person, as much a part of whatever fandom i’m in as any lurkers.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhh well. there’s one i wrote that’s canon-compliant for cql? but i feel like canon-compliant mcd doesn’t count. other than that………i THINK i wrote a “newt dies” fanfic back in ‘19 or ‘20.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

no idea how to go at this question, honestly. with few exceptions, my writing is all either happy endings, or hopeful endings. i don’t have the emotional bandwidth to leave something an open wound, you know? but “the things in this forest have teeth and claws” was probably the most personally-settling things i’ve written.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yeah, sometimes. i haven’t had this problem since i migrated to ao3, but it did happen on ffnet. before i stopped crossposting to ffnet some time in ‘20/‘21, i got someone calling me a “fat f*g hag”, so. [shrug] i’m pretty used to just deleting comments and not letting them get to me, though, so it’s not a big deal.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

as a rule, no; it’s not really my thing. i prefer to explore interpersonal intimacy in other ways. that’s not to say i won’t imply smut, though—it’s something the characters i write about engage with as part of the course of their lives, and i don’t have any interest in ignoring that, either, even if i don’t explicitly write it out.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i used to write more crossovers, but now i mainly write fusions (dæmon/hdm fusions and pacrim fusions are some of my favourites). i think probably the wildest fusion i can think of is the tma/iasip fic i wrote one time. i read it the other day, and while it’s a little rough, most of it still holds up, and it’s pretty funny.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge, no. just in case, though, i have a disclaimer in my ao3 bio about any works appearing anywhere besides my ao3 or ffnet (same user) is stolen and i do not authorise it to be there.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone asked me years ago (in 2019, i believe) if they could translate one of my pacrim fics into russian. i haven’t heard from them since, though, so effectively the answer here is “no”.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

a couple times! it’s a bit hard because you have to do a lot of coordinating and planning, and that’s assuming the fanfic doesn’t just wind up languishing in the draft/idea phase forever.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

this is going to sound silly, but—ozma of oz/dorothy gale. look, i read all the oz books i could get my hands on as a child, and i was always fascinated with their “close friendship” (i wonder why!)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i have a wip that was grandfathered in from my friend emma, who wound up leaving fandom (good for her; as she tells it, her mental health improved because of this), that i sometimes stare longingly at with a deeply bittersweet fondness. it’s hannigram, and will probably never be finished because trying to rewatch the show just makes me incalculably angry at brian fuller.

16. What are your writing strengths?

description! i’ve been told i am able to paint the things i write so vividly they almost feel real. i also enjoy descriptive writing, which probably helps.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plots that aren’t character-driven. i’m a character writer first and foremost, and my projects generally are emotionally-driven, so i don’t have much chance to try and write action-driven plots. which is fine by me, i’m not terribly interested in them. if there’s action in my writing, it’s almost invariably in service to character.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

depends on how it’s handled. it can either be very good, or very bad.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

to absolutely no one’s surprise, warrior cats. this was back in the days of writing fanfic by hand and hiding it away. my oldest still-published fanfic, though, is a discontinued 2017 warrior cats fanfic that centres a deaf apprentice. it’s a pity i never kept any notes for this fanfic (or, if i did, they at some point got lost), because i think the concept is fascinating.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

self-indulgence is the rule here, so probably “best laid plans”, a very silly concept that accidentally acquired a lot of emotion to it. oops!

tagging…………… @lunarriviera , @butchybats , @fixaidea , and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!

[therubyreader]

My Review of The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater

See a full list of my book reviews here

*Disclaimer: there will be spoilers later on in the review*

Review Word Count, non-spoiler: 752 Review Word Count Total: 1,436

I have done it again folks, I’m writing the review of this book right after I finished it. Can I get a round of applause? Now I was kind of on the fence about writing this review, I honestly wasn’t sure how many people cared (myself included) but my friend who recommended me the series, [insert name here, don’t want them to get doxxed or anything], encouraged me to write this after reading my review of the first book (click here to read it if you’re interested). They did also say, and this is an exact quote, “I forget that you’re like a good writer dude,” so there is that. 

The Dream Thieves takes us back right, kind of, to where we left off in The Raven Boys after the boys plus Blue managed to wake up the ley line and Ronan has let the gang (real quick, do they have an official name because if not I'm going to keep finding new and creative ways to say “group”) know that he’s able to take stuff out of his dreams. Now that his secret is out Ronan starts to learn more about his powers, along with the consequences of using them, while hunters are looking for the Greywaren, believing it is an artifact that makes dreams a reality as opposed to a person. The squad are also experiencing the effects of waking the ley line, Adam is learning what his sacrifice means while they try to recover Cabeswater, the magic place in the middle of the woods, that has mysteriously disappeared.

While, in comparison to the first book, we don’t spend the entire first half waiting for something to happen, there were parts where I kind of sped through them since they weren’t directly linked to the plot until much later. I honestly should’ve learned my lesson and paid attention to everything because I know from the first book every detail was going to come back later, but I am known to have a horrible track record of not learning from my past mistakes, so I didn’t. But it wasn’t that big of a deal with this book because everything had already been established so most of what was going on was able to hold my attention while actively advancing the plot. 

I think that the biggest change from this book to the first one is that we see more into the mental state of the posse than we did in the first one. There are a lot of things going on in their lives along with the search for Glendower that is impacting their mental health, and it’s expected that a couple of breakdowns are bound to happen, especially when it comes to teenagers. We see this the most with Adam and Ronan, Adam because he has gone through a lot in a short amount of time, leaving an abusive home, the discovery of Cabeswater, and his financial issues on top of what his sacrifice really means. Ronan, on the other hand, same soup from the first book just reheated (we actually get a look into his mind). I think this was a wonderful addition to the book, usually the mental health and struggles of characters in books is overlooked or just not expanded on properly. These kids have to deal with this magical mystery on top of being kids with real problems and they are obviously going to take a toll on their mental health.  

I think my biggest complaint with this series is how drawn out everything is, and I get it, Gansey has been looking for Glendower for seven years, this is going to take a bit of time, but I just think everything could move slightly faster. And this is totally my own problem, and it’s the author’s writing style to add details and draw out story lines (which is very good writing by the way) but I, as you may have noticed, have the attention span and need of instant gratification of an iPad kid. I think since the plot is advancing and getting really juicy now leading into the third book (which I already have by the way, so if people (my friend) are still interested I’ll get that review up as soon as I finish it) I’m going to complain less about the pacing. Overall, a solid continuation of the series, again not my favorite book ever of all time but I’m enjoying the series as a whole and I’m going to finish it.  

Spoilers Below!!

One quick thing I’m going to say before I start talking about the plot points is that I read the scene where Ronan admits he’s gay to Kavinsky (who I’m pretty sure is gay too and has a crush on Ronan) on the first day of pride month, so happy pride everyone!  

There’s honestly a lot of the plot I want to mention so I’m going to rapid fire some of the smaller plot points right now before I get into the meat. First, the kiss between Blue and Noah was actually very cute and sad, shout out to Noah for being a good friend about it and letting Blue have a kiss that won’t kill anyone and shout out to Blue for managing to pull every single guy in that crew except for gay icon Ronan. The almost kiss between Blue and Gansey was cute and sad also but for different reasons mainly because she’s going to kill Gansey. Calla, Persephone, and Maura beloved. Matthew beloved. Literally everything in the Barns is so strange that I won’t even attempt to get into it in this post, but just know I’m thinking about it. The whole Kavinsky thing too, how many dreamers are there? Why him? How does dream land work? Did he really commit suicide? Was he in love with Ronan? What was up with that “with me or against me” nonsense? Also, what happened to the dragon and dream horror after their epic showdown?  

Ok, cool, now that that’s out of the way let’s talk about Adam. I know this is bad, I have to give props for the way that his mental health struggle is written. I mean the internal battle between the violence he inherited from his dad and his need to be better only being exacerbated by his sacrifice to the ley line was such a beautiful arc in like a twisted way. It felt really real and raw and I enjoyed reading his chapters and seeing his growth as a character from a scared boy to the magician was probably my favorite part of the book.  

Alongside that Ronan’s arc was also very similar with him learning his father was also a dreamer and his mother was a dream he brought to life which kind of reminds me of that old Reddit post about Ogtha the roach if anyone knows what I’m talking about. I also want to know if Declan is also a dreamer, because there is only one Graywaren and its Ronan, and maybe also Matthew as since they’re the products of a dreamer and a dream. That whole thing is bonkers and I’m excited to see how this plot point evolves over the course of the next two books.  

Lastly, I didn’t get the point of the Gray Man. I know he’s supposed to be strange and mysterious but he was too strange and mysterious to the point where I didn’t understand why he was needed in the book at all besides to be in love with Maura and talk about her feet too often, which like I get is supposed to be some sort of metaphor for them being opposites or whatever, but like dude, get some hobbies. Maybe this is because I speed read through his chapters because I didn’t like him so I didn’t get it or they’re going to expand on his character in future books but he was easily the worst part of the book. I hope for less of him in the future and if they give Maura a love acute angle (because its technically not a triangle if you think about it) with the Gray Man and Blue’s dad I will riot, on God.  

Anyways, if my friend commands it, I will be back for a book three review in the coming days, I will admit I did read the first chapter already because I have no self-control. Unfortunately, the fourth book is currently unavailable so I have it on hold which is going to make me slow my roll at least a little. Until the third book!  

[chaeyoungeeee]

why is love so hard?

summary- y/n and taehyung are dating. their girlfriend and boyfriend. with love comes many hardships and this couple struggles with all the issues especially because their fairly young. will it last forever or will they breakup?

rating- 16+

pairings- boyfriend taehyung, girlfriend y/n

genre- eventual smut ig, couple

warning- angst, arguments, grinding lol, breast play, light spanking lol

disclaimer- i don’t own taehyung! this is just a ff

A/N: heyy, this is my first ever ff so im not very used to what i’m supposed to do to make it a good one! please make sure to tell me if there is anything to do to improve. im planning on making a series. maybe every chapter can be a different argument concept! anyways i hope this is good <3 omg also pls ignore my punctuation and vocab their is not a range im sorry 😭 it will defo improve tho overtime just not rn

it was a saturday afternoon and there you sat at the coffee shop alone because your boyfriend left you to go talk to his childhood girl best friend. you cross your arms and sigh, you think its best to not look at him to avoid getting jealous. its not a big deal you think. but its annoying to be left alone for some prettier girl. you decide to distract yourself on your phone. you were planning not to say anything until you look up at them and their hugging. in what situation does it involve for her to hug him?? you thought they were just talking. you decide to ignore it. you dont wanna be known as a bitch you know? you get so fed up you stand up and gather your things and leave, choosing to be blind from the apparent flirting that is going on between them.

you decide to indulge in some self care. you have a warm bubble bath, you do a facemask, you make yourself some cookies and guess what? still taehyung isnt home. you scoff to yourself and go over to the couch, turning the tv on. you decide to put mean girls on. always a movie that distracts you but not right now. what if taehyung likes his best friend better now? you decide to just have a nap because it seems nothing is working to distract yourself. your slumber is soon interrupted by taehyung carrying you upstairs. you open your eyes and furrow your eyebrows. “tae..?” *you rub your eyes softly.* “what time is it..?” he licks his lips “its 7:43pm, baby. whyd you leave the coffee shop?” he puts you down on the bed. you scoff “are you being serious?? been at the coffee shop for 2 hours? what were you even doing with her, huh? i left because you clearly were having fun with your friend. why were you hugging her??” you question, frowning a little. were you just not good enough or something? he bites his lip in frustration and ruffles his hair. “listen, babe. we havent seen each other for 9 years. she was the one talking to me. did you think i wanted to talk to her for 2 hours? i wanted to talk to you only. i was just being polite.” you sigh “answer my question, taehyung. why were you guys hugging??” he sits at the edge of the bed, clearly fed up. “can i not hug my friends now? can you just stop crying about it? its not even a big deal, babe.” youre offended now. youre not making a big deal out of this. its just frustrating. “you know what? why dont you fuck off to her then if im making such a big deal about this, huh??” he glances over at you in disbelief. “baby- stop this. you know i dont want her. youre the only one i want.” you purse your lips. “clearly not.. i’m going out. dont even try and follow me.” and with that you begin to walk to the door. he raises his voice a little “you cant just walk away from this y/n! if youre genuinely jealous we need to talk about it.” you shake your head “im not talking about anything with you, fuck off.” and you open the door and slam it behind you. leaving taehyunf alone. you decide to get in your car and drive to your friends house. youre honestly so tired with all this.

5 hours later- 10:13.

you walk in the house, tired asf and youre sure taehyung has probably left until you walk into the kitchen. peonies on the counter..? your favourite flowers. you smile a little and turn to the dining table where taehyung sits, asleep on his arm. you see a paper folded beside him, being curious you go over to him and open it. ‘im so sorry babe. i didnt mean to make you jealous. i promise i wont leave you again without bringing you with me. i love you, princess.’ you blush. princess?? thats new. you feel taehyungs eyes on you and you put the paper down. hes awake now. taehyung yawns softly. “im sorry, jagiya…” you sigh and you find purchase on his lap, looping your arms around his neck. “im sorry to.. i might have made a big deal out of it but i was just.. mad.” you decide to connect your lips. taehyungs hands fall to your hips, squeezing softly as you mouth at his lips, you dart your tongue inside his mouth as he does the same. you have an idea. you slowly begin to grind on his crotch. he groans into your mouth as you do the same, savouring the feeling of his long thick clothed member against your sex that is already wet. you pull away. “fuck i need you so bad, baby..” you continue to grind harder. his hand falls onto your ass, slapping it harshly. you moan. “baby.. please just fuck me.” he smirks “not yet, jagiya.” he slides his hands up to your boobs that are spilling out off your dress. he slides the straps off your dress down and begins to fondle with your breasts, his fingers teasing the buds by pinching them. arousal dripping both of you, hot bodies rocking against each other. the sound of you guys moaning. this is the best thing you ever came up with to forget about an argument!

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^from prev @drop-of-infinity

So incredibly right and this is coming from someone who relates to Elphaba on an ungodly level.

DISCLAIMER THIS IS MY OPINION AND YOU ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE YOUR OWN OPINION!!!

I am very certain and up front about my morals and Justice and honestly I’d have the exact reaction Elphaba had if I was in her situation. This Wizard, who isn’t even a true wizard, just some country conman circus guy who flew in on a hot air balloon, a man she was lead to believe was a good man by and equally horrible and manipulative authority figure who drew her in with honeyed words of being special and important and talented and adored, had just found out she was LIED to and BETRAYED by said authority figure, and now has to deal with the fact that she almost joined someone who was committing mass genocide (not mentioned or expanded as much in the musical as it is in the book) on a minority she was dead set on helping, and that she caused pain to said minority! Of course, an incredibly blunt, hot tempered, honest, and passionate person like Elphaba is going to snap and crash out about this! I would too!

There’s something to be said about the whole thing being viewed through a neurodivergent lens:

Elphaba, with a mix of possible mental disorders (possibly adhd or autism, but that is me projecting) and trauma from past experiences (in the books, her father Frex is not the governor but instead a preist/holy man who traveled a lot and used her as an example, saying “if the old gods can love her, an abomination, they can love you”, her mother died after having her little brother, her second father figure was brutally murdered, not to mention bullying and general acts of racism/possible sexism/and absolutely queer phobia towards her), was likely untrusting of the world and had never heard kind words from anyone but her own family who STILL DON’T TREAT HER AS NORMAL, and then suddenly she’s being praised by her magical prowess and her intelligence and being told she belonged with someone in power, being told she was amazing and brilliant. She was basically speedrunning being a burnt out gifted kid! All of that, plus the new knowledge about the scum that Morrible and Oscar (Wizard) were, well…

Yeah.

In the moments she was speaking with the Wizard, she gets betrayed and lied to. For me, that would immediately get my temper to rear it’s head in honor of my morals. It’s likely the same for Elphaba.

In those situations, your brain clouds up, you see red, you can’t think clearly- so Elphie probably didn’t think things through.

And as prev says that’s why with Galinda, a more socially adept and accepted figure, she would be unlimited- Galinda would act as a voice of reason and logic for Elphie so that they could solve the issue at hand.

And I like how it’s portrayed in the book and the musical. How there WERE better ways to go through with this. How there was an easy way out.

But it’s realistic- we can’t always take the easy route. Our judgement gets clouded. We make mistakes. Big ones. And they can fuck up the rest of your life.

I don’t know. I’m rambling at this point. I just like talking about this woman a lot.

Okay so, I LOVE Wicked, and Defying Gravity is such a fucking good song. But can we all agree that Elphaba literally accomplished NOTHING by going out on her own to stop the Wizard. It would have been SO much smarter if she'd pretended to be on the Wizards side and taken him down from within.

[foxymoxynoona]

Hellooo good morning/night/afternoon! I got the email for flux this morning and my plan was to get up and study but no! I spent the whole morning reading cause that chapter was so loooong and that made me sooooo happy🥰 thank you 언니! No worries, I studied anyway eventually😫.

Okay so the feeling of stress from the events of last chapter is definitely still lingering. As soon as I started it I was like “oh god she has to do it all again💀💀💀” but it actually got better gradually! Tbh my feelings of uneasiness are mainly because of the whole foreigner thing. Based on what I gathered some Koreans actually make a big deal out of dating a foreigner and that just… I mean do each their own but it’s a bit stressing because it doesn’t feel like it’s coming from a place of curiosity most of the times🙁. But that’s probably why Sasha is stressing the fuck out too! Terrified of mortally offending somebody because she comes from a totally different background.

And talking about background! Eomma was determined to get to know in 5 minutes what us readers (and dear jk) got to know in 2 books, almost two years, more than a million words and many tears. Honestly it was so amazing to read about what’s going on in Sasha’s mind when she’s in this kinds of triggering situations. To read (once again) about how she sees the world, how she would randomly think of her sister, whether she lived or not, and witness that thought coming out of nowhere all of a sudden was so intense and real. That’s stupid lol but idk that part really got me! Makes you think of how many things she actually has to deal with on a daily basis.

Apart from the questions, I was so happy to see eomma warming up to Sasha! When jk told her to “be the mom she never had” I know for a fact eomma was right there with him. She was like “alright daughter! Come here and cut potatoes”. Basically like saying I love you🥰❤️. Can’t wait to see what else is there for them! And little Misuk too! She was so cute, PLEASE GO HUG SASHA FOR ME!😭

PS. the Russian thing about childbirth! 10 children!! It was removed this year??😶 when I was reading about it definitely sounded like something older. I think Italy had something similar during fascism, like families being exempted from taxation if they had more than 6/7 children. And they also had the help of the church that helped in banning contraception! What else could go wrong?🤡

PPS. This, right here foxy, I’m not forgiving you for editing this chapter and still leaving it in:

“The countdown for Jin-hyung’s enlistment was on and still no word of exemptions.”

DON’T. YOU CAN’T SAY THIS. APOLOGIZE WITH TEARS. RIGHT NOW.

(So this is long, as usual… Sorry?😭)

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"“oh god she has to do it all again💀💀💀”" yeah this is how I keep feeling for her too haha. It's why I felt like I wanted to take the chapters as needed to go through it all slowly so we're right there in this experience wiht her, really feeling how exhausting it is. It's so exhausting!!

Eomma will continue to be a lot of fun to develop and explore, that relationship between them won't necessarily be quick and easy (though nothing like The Mother in Lowlander haha) but it's SUCH an important one in the series. She definitely wanted to use to use Mother-in-law privilege and see what info she could get haha. She probably figures too that Jungkook may just not have asked/pressed much. She knows her son!

As for the Mother Heroine thing, from what I found in research is was active from the Soviet times until like the early 90s, and then it turned into just a title and medal for 7 kids but no money attached to it. But then this year they bumped it back up to 10 and put the money back on it. The disclaimer is so fucked up though: you get the payout on the first birthday of your tenth child as long as the other nine are either all alive or died in specifically sanctioned ways (like in the military.) CRAZY. Trying to avoid exactly what happened with Sasha's family though ooooops.

As for enlistment... I think a part of me had hoped that if I wrote it one way (assuming excemptions didn't come through) the opposite would happen IRL. Oops. :(

[the-glade-backrooms]

Ok, last post we’re making on Moon Knight for today. We have so much to say on this, holy shit.

TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of child neglect, verbal abuse/manipulation, emotional manipulation, and abuse in general. We talk a lot about our own trauma in comparison to Marc’s. (We know sharing trauma online is unsafe. This is a very small portion of our trauma that we are comfortable sharing.)

CONTENT WARNING: Moon Knight Episode 5 spoilers

DISCLAIMER: This is our personal experience! Not all systems will feel the same as us! We also may have some grammatical errors, this was a long post. We tried our best to correct what we found.

Ok. This episode? Big oof. We were not prepared for it. But let’s get into it.

I want to finish on a happier note, so straight into the trauma. Seeing a character we already relate to because of their disorder suddenly also have similar trauma to yours is oddly healing. We hate knowing that others have gone through what we have, but at the same time it makes feel like we’re not alone. We weren’t the only one to feel these terrible feelings about ourself. For a PG-14 show, Marvel wasn’t really holding anything back, and we actually appreciate that. A warning may have been nice, but they also kind of were warning us the because the whole episode was about uncovering trauma.

Anyways, seeing young Marc curled up on the floor as far as he could be from the door while covering his ears made us feel seen. That was us. We did that. It’s fucked up in so many ways, but fuck if we didn’t tear up because we saw ourself in him. Our abuser always blamed us for everything, even when it was other people’s fault or out of our control. They never showed up for important moments in our life because we just weren’t enough and they “had their own things to work through”. The violet shouting and the loud bangs of door slamming or walls being hit. Being told we were always a certain way and would never change because it was ingrained into us. We never dealt with a sibling dying, but we sure knew what it felt like to be compared to them in a negative way and told we were all of their worst flaws in one body. It’s disgusting to watch it happen to someone else, but we understand Marc on a very deep level because that was us. Seeing representation of similar trauma to ours is actually kind of healing.

We also want to (un)kindly say FUCK YOU Harrow and Khonshu! What the fuck. Never, ever, call someone with OSDDID “broken”. Just don’t call anyone “broken”. The amount of absolute rage we felt when they called the Moon Knight system “broken” probably wasn’t even healthy. The manipulation tactics and name calling was just, uncalled for. We know it’s fiction, but damn if it’s didn’t hurt. They didn’t deserve that. We are not our trauma. Having trauma doesn’t make you “broken”. It’s literally a coping mechanism. We honestly couldn’t care less about Khonshu after seeing that scene.

Now, I’m going to talk for a bit. I’m Tene, I’m the host of this system. Like Steven, I was made to be the “normal” alter, the one to do everyday things. This is called an Apparently Normal Part (ANP). I am a lot like Steven. I had a major meltdown when realizing I was part of a system. I either don’t remember trauma or I remember it differently than everyone else. I have fought with my trauma holders over trauma. But when I calm down and look at things with a clear mind, I can see denying it happened isn’t going to help. The line Steven said, something along the line of “you were a kid, it wasn’t your fault”? The whole system felt that one. We were all sobbing. And I realize that I feel the same way. Marc was trying to protect Steven, just like my protectors were trying to protect me. We were a fucking kid. We shouldn’t have gone through that. But we did and we deal with it every day, one step at a time. They did what they felt was needed to keep us safe and alive. I will eventually know what happened. I will eventually have the full picture. But having it all now would probably make us split more and we’d forget more and that’s just, unhealthy. Working through what I have now is enough as is.

I would also like to say that your should never do what Marc and Steven did!!! Working through trauma can take years! Please, do not rush through it! It will hurt you more than help you! The only reason they got through it so fast and with little consequence was because it was a TV show with limited time. Please please please don’t try to rush through your healing process.

On our final note, Steven being a fictive??! We are an introject heavy system, so we were ecstatic! Fictive representation on a big production such as Moon Knight is so important, especially because people think systems are faking if they have an introject/too many introjects. We are very real! Believe it or not, even singlets have moments of interjection where they act like someone they know. Maybe you have someone you really look up to, so you start copying their facial expressions or body language. Introjects are kind of like that, but an actual alter is formed because the brain though the system needed them. Seeing Steven being formed because Marc saw his source as fearless made us really happy because we did that. Most of our introjects were formed as protection or comfort, so we understood why Steven was split.

All in all, we actually enjoyed the representation in this episode. Yes, Moon Knight does not always get representation of OSDDID right, but this episode did a pretty damn good job. Props to the writers, and to Oscar Isaac for his absolutely phenomenal performance. We finally felt seen for once.

[synthetickitsune]

Yandere!SF9 Reaction: Being nice to them

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don’t support this kind of behavior and obviously this isn't meant to represent how the members are irl. This is just a piece of fiction meant for entertainment. Warnings: yandere themes, duh, abusive & obsessive behavior, stockholm syndrome

Youngbin

Things have been going rough for Youngbin. His co-workers were pretty much useless and annoying, he found out he’ll have to work some overtime next week, and as if that wasn’t enough, he even caught you breaking his rules. Honestly, that probably made him more mad than anything else. Then again, you’ve been behaving since he locked you up at home after you decided you just wouldn’t stay put and that you will fight against him. Why would you do that? Hasn’t he been treating you well? He took care of you, and by all means he wasn’t the most extreme of his kind out there. So why would you be like this? Was there anything he could’ve done differently?

As he pondered this, he arrived home. Silence welcomed him, which he was still getting used to. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t in the mood to talk anyway. So instead of visiting you in your room where you were no doubt sulking, he just unlocked your door and headed straight to his room as the front door was secured to prevent you from escaping. He took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable clothes. He thought that a short while of relaxing on the bed wouldn’t hurt but before he knew it, he dozed off. 

He had no way of knowing then that it worried you when he ignored you. Usually he’d come to check on you, even if it was just a short glance at you and simple hello. That he simply walked past your room today caused turmoil in your soul. On one hand you were still angry with him - it wasn’t even that big of a deal! A stranger asked for directions and thanked you, nothing more. It wasn’t important enough to mention it to him. You weren’t sure how he found out anyway. But whatever, on the other hand, you worried if everything was alright with him. He took care of you too, so it was only natural, right?

With a sigh, you got up and cautiously opened your door. Since they weren’t locked, you guessed you were allowed out of your room. Quietly you made your way to his bedroom and peeked inside just to see him fast asleep. Now that was most unusual. Something must have happened, although you had no idea what. But it was pretty safe to assume he wasn’t feeling too well. 

What should you do? You stood in the doorway and considered your options. You could just ignore him, sure, but you weren’t sure you wouldn’t feel guilty about it. So you only had one option really. With a sigh, you walked into the kitchen.

Youngbin hid many tools away from you - sharp knives and such, for your protection he claimed - but that hardly mattered. You knew how to make his comfort food and it wasn’t that hard to make and you would manage with what you had available so you got to work…

When he woke up from his nap, he felt disoriented and confused. He didn’t pass out unexpectedly like this in a while. He slowly sat up and took in his surroundings, his eyes immediately focusing on the one thing that changed in the room. On the nightstand there was a plate with one of his favorite foods to eat whenever he felt down. He smiled a little as his hand reached out to pick the small note that laid next to the plate.

I don’t know what’s going on, but please cheer up. Fighting!

His heart melted as he read those few words, already burning them into his memory. How lucky he was to have such a cute partner. He ate the meal, savoring the taste knowing you went through the trouble of preparing it just for him. Perhaps he could allow you some freedoms again. Maybe. Right now though, he had to see you.

He didn’t bother knocking on your door and went right in, seeing you curled on your bed. It was such a miserable sight that he wondered if maybe he could allow you access to tv at least so you’re not bored. Hearing him enter, you turned and he noticed your glassy eyes, rushing to your side.

“y/n?! What happened? Are you hurt?” he panicked, checking you all over. Does he need to prohibit you from entering the kitchen too? He calmed down when he didn’t notice a single injury on you and saw you shake your head.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, biting your lip and avoiding his eyes, “I was just really worried about you. It scared me that you just passed out like that.”

He cooed at your confession, pulling you into his chest despite your protests. You didn’t fight back too much, though, soon accepting the embrace. It was useless to defy him anyway. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist tightly while he patted your head with his other hand.

“You’re so cute,” he smiled into your hair, kissing your forehead. He was a lucky man indeed.

Inseong

Inseong prided himself on his professionalism and ability to stay calm even in the worst of situations. But he was just a human, and today he was exhausted and pissed off and if he could, he’d yell a few choice words at his boss. 

The exhibition he planned out so meticulously would be perfect. Everyone would love it and it’d bring the gallery the buzz it deserved. But no, his boss just had to decide based on his own preferences and so the wonderful event Inseong suggested would have to wait until… well, who knows when. Honestly, more than his wasted effort, it was the blatant disregard for lesser-known artists that his boss showed that made him so furious. And now he’ll have to take a nice, long walk so his precious darling doesn’t get scared when he comes home.

Coincidentally, you were just pondering whether you still feared him. Lying on your back, staring at the sloping ceiling that you just finished decorating, the thoughts rushed in your mind. No, you finally decided, you weren’t afraid of him - at least not all the time. You no longer began shaking uncontrollably whenever you’d hear him come closer to your room.

After all, as long as you obeyed his rules, he was quite nice. You missed your freedom, missed walking on the street alone, missed your friends and family, sure, but then again, Inseong was really amazing too. As time passed and your life before him became a blurry memory, you’ve grown to treasure the evenings you spent together in deep discussions about culture more than anything. Although you guessed that despite all that, you’ll be pretty nervous today.

Speaking of the devil, you could hear the front door slam shut across the house. With bated breath, you listened more. It was easy to listen in the silence. Not that you wouldn’t trade it for some music to distract you during the day, but you guessed he’ll return your mp3 soon if you behave. His steps were getting closer but their sound was pretty neutral. You hated that you could never tell what mood he’s in until it was too late.

You slipped from the bed, kneeling on the floor waiting for him. One good thing about Inseong was that a lot of what he demanded from you were just orders and rules for the sake of having rules, so you’d get used to being his perfect obedient doll. 

Your eyes met his as he opened the door and you gave him a small smile. Partly in hopes that he’d be surprised and wouldn’t immediately notice the changes you made to the room. But that would be a miracle.

“What’s that supposed to be?” he nodded towards your ceiling. You knew he was referring to the drawings and paintings you put up there, sticking them to the wall with a tape. What else could you do? He wouldn’t allow you to frame them or pin them there. Well, he probably didn’t like that you had them at all. You tried reading his mood but he was just as cold as he usually was, betraying nothing about his feelings. The only thing you knew is that he’d be pissed you stole his pictures.

“It was too empty here,” you replied meekly, “It felt too sterile.” And you weren’t lying. Some days when you felt most alone even your own room felt like the isolation room, his favorite way of punishing you.

“So you stole my art,” he hummed, “How did you do it?”

“I just took a few of the pictures I found the last time you let me watch you paint and hid them under my shirt,” you answered carefully, stressing the fact that you did it while he was present. The last thing you wanted was for him to start tying you up while he was away again. His silence and calmness unnerved you. He strolled closer to you, one hand gently wrapping around your throat, keeping you in place. You swallowed uneasily, making him chuckle.

“These are not all of them, are they?” he said, probably still looking at his works on your ceiling. 

“No, the rest are in the drawer at my desk,” you tried to stay calm but it was getting harder with the way his grip was tightening around your neck. And then he let go. You heard him take a seat on your bed and pat his thighs. You obeyed, climbing into his lap, straddling him. Your eyes met briefly before he gently tapped your chin, making you look up. 

“Why did you pick these then?” he sounded curious, which you took as a good sign.

You explained as he asked, slowly pointing at each of the pieces above and talking about why you liked that particular picture, be the reason the image or the style he used. You focused solely on talking and thinking, not paying him much attention. So you didn’t notice the thoughtful gaze on you, nor the gentle stroking across your back. At least not until you finished talking. Then you froze under his touch, only relaxing when he coaxed you into it, stroking your cheek equally softly. 

“Why couldn’t you just ask for them? Now I’ll have to punish you for breaking the rules, silly thing,” he scolded gently.

“I thought you’d refuse and get mad - but I also thought that if you saw them already hanging here, making me happy, you might allow it,” you said with an embarrassed smile, “I just wanted to have some reminder of you in my room, and I really liked these.” He was smiling too, still stroking your cheek, deep in thought.

“What to do with you, my love,” he sighed, “But you’re right, I will let you keep them. You still have to be punished, though.” You simply nodded, having already anticipated the outcome. He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

"Let's go then," he patted your thighs. You got up, patiently waiting for him. Not that it mattered, you were in trouble anyway. Then again, when he twisted your hair in his hand and pulled, guiding you forward, you wanted to believe that his painful grip was gentler than it usually is.

Jaeyoon

For the thousandth time this week, Jaeyoon wondered whether he could get away with murdering all his colleagues and superiors. Nothing big happened, a little scolding here and there for things that weren’t entirely under his control, sometimes his colleagues would tease him but it would rub him the wrong way, and most of all the unholy amount of overtime he had to do as the month was coming to an end. 

He didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to be working his ass off for an ungrateful bunch of assholes instead of being home with you safely curled in his arms. He knew that nothing could’ve happened to you, that you were probably sleeping soundly in your cage, warm and safe, but he still felt a little uneasy. Besides with all the extra work he knew he was severely neglecting you and it was breaking his heart.

And your state was indeed pitiful. You kept wishing that he’d leave you alone, if he really wouldn’t set you free, but during the last few weeks the reality finally hit you. You didn’t have anyone else anymore. Only Jaeyoon. If he didn’t pay attention to you and spend time with you, talk to you, nobody did and it left you deeply depressed. The isolation was slowly becoming more than you could take. Hell, you even started chatting with your plushies and playing out scenarios with them. Books weren’t enough anymore, you needed interaction. 

Gone were the days your skin was covered in goosebumps the moment you heard the door unlocking. No, today too, you jumped almost excitedly at the sound. Sitting up as best as you could in the limited space you had, you waited to see him.

He melted the second he saw you, cutely sitting in your cage, wrapped in a blanket, looking at him longingly. He took off his jacket and kneeled next to your cage, humming gently as he stuck his arms in, cupping your cheeks in his hands. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it did. Tears shouldn’t be pricking in your eyes. How pathetic you must’ve looked for him to be so bold? Usually he’d be careful to touch you in the cage, wary that you might try to hurt him.

“Awww, little one, did you miss me?” he asked softly, stroking your cheeks. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. You wouldn’t cry in front of him - definitely not because he’s talking to you so nicely and you have to fight against the impulse to lean into his touch. You tried to shake your head no, but somehow failed, nodding instead. Damn it. All your hard work to make yourself seem defiant and unbroken were ruined.

“Wait for me a little longer, okay, baby?” he sighed, withdrawing his hands again. He didn’t miss that you followed his touch for just a second. He bit back the smile as he turned to take a shower after work, leaving you to scold yourself, wondering what was wrong with you.

When he returned, fresh from the shower, he helped you climb out of the cage. He held your wrists in one hand as he guided you to his bed. He looked you up and down, thinking for a while before he let go of you and nodded for you to get on the bed. You were used to it at this point, glad that tonight you avoided being tied up. While he never did anything to you, yet, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to lay tied up next to a guy who kidnapped you and was clearly obsessed with you.

He climbed in after you, turning the tv on, more as a white noise in the background it seemed. He pulled you into his chest, whispering apology after apology, explaining that work’s been killing him and taking his time away from you. As he talked, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Seriously, what was going on with you.

“You’re working hard,” you hummed aloud suddenly without even realizing, “You’re doing great, thank you.” Your hands were folded on his chest, right above his heart. You’d swear it stopped for a beat before it began racing under your palms. His hand tilted your head up, his eyes staring right into yours.

“Say it again,” he whispered, leaning down until your foreheads touched. While it wasn’t the first time he got this close, you still weren’t used to it and you couldn’t say you enjoyed it.

“Y-You’re working hard, thank you,” you stammered, “I’m proud of you.” You didn’t know where the words were coming from, but you couldn’t stop them. Not with his eyes on you, looking so soft and loving and you were really, really touch starved and lonely.

Before you could do anything, his lips crashed into yours. Your eyes widened, body tensed as he kissed you. He pulled away just as suddenly. Your body began shivering in fear of what's he going to do next. He noticed, quickly reassuring you.

“Sorry, I just felt like I’d explode if I didn’t kiss you right now,” he chuckled, easily manhandling you into him, his face nuzzling into your neck. You were too shocked to react, to push him away. And then again, you didn’t want to all that much. Really? Was this how you’re going to submit to him? You felt like crying but the worst thing was you couldn’t tell whether it was because you worried it might be true or because someone was finally hugging you so tight.

Dawon

As always, the day dragged on endlessly. Or maybe it was just that most people he talked with today were rude and unnecessarily mean to him. As if he was responsible for every single bad thing that happened to them in their lives. He shook his head, it would end soon. Maybe he could fake feeling unwell and just run away? No. But perhaps if he did and faked it well enough, his darling would also get worried and would take care of him. The daydream instantly made him feel better, if only for a moment.

A short moment, unfortunately. His luck must’ve been especially bad today. Not only the customers yelled at him, he got scolded by the manager as well. He would accept that without a problem if it was his fault, but it wasn’t. But he couldn’t really fight back if he wanted to keep the job so he said nothing and just ground his teeth together. At long last, he finally left the hellhole and dragged himself home. 

It would be nice to be greeted by a warm dinner and maybe an offer of taking a hot shower together, but you couldn’t be trusted with a sharp knife, let alone access to the whole house. So he showered alone, prepared food alone and as for you, he settled for merely seeing you in your room in the attic. 

You were staring out through the barred window. You looked so ethereal he regretted not taking his camera with him. 

You turned to look at him after a while, unnerved by his starring. Usually he’d be all over you already, whether you liked it or not since you couldn’t fight back with your arms and legs restrained, nor could you tell him to get away with your mouth muzzled. That he took his time could mean a lot of things, none of them good.

He gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and despite everything, you felt worried about him. There were dark circles under his eyes, his shoulders were slumped and the corners of his lips were turned downwards. After living in captivity for so long, you learned it’s always better if he’s in a good mood and state of mind - and that it’s only for your benefit to make sure he feels good.

You lowered your head, carefully motioning for him to come closer. His eyes sparkled, finally looking more alive. Still, his walk was tense, scary, but you forced yourself to stay calm and relaxed. He could snap any moment, you knew you had to be careful. Some of the bruises from the last time he was in a foul mood still had to fade. 

You willed yourself to stay relaxed, even lean into him, as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He noticed and grinned brightly, petting your head softly. 

“Oh, somebody missed me,” he cooed, leaning down to press a long kiss to your cheek. You stayed still, humming quietly in response. He tsked, untying the uncomfortable fabric that was keeping you silent. You understood what he wanted.

“I missed you very much,” you said with a tiny hint of a smile. Fortunately even the tiniest signs of love were enough for him, his own grin growing.

“Such a cutie,” he praised as he sat down, inviting himself on your bed. Not that you could do anything about it. He looked out the window like you were doing before, laughing when he saw what caught your attention out there. He turned towards you, a malicious glint in his eyes.

“Would my precious also like to fly away? Like the tiny birds out there, hm?” his fingers brushed along your jaws, gently tracing the fading bruises. It didn’t hurt, yet, but you knew you had to be careful. Good thing Sanghyuk was secretly a softie.

“No, I’m happy here. I was watching the clouds - like we used to do, remember? I really enjoyed that,” you quickly came up with an excuse, remembering the old times - long ago when it seemed like you finally found the perfect man for you. Before he showed his true colors. He melted, the evil look in his eyes gone, replaced with pure affection.

“So cheesy,” he teased, but his voice was as soft as his touch. He stroked your cheek carefully, thumb rubbing against the sore skin around the corner of your lips where the fabric cut into your skin.

“If you keep behaving, I could take you outside to watch the clouds again. We could have a picnic in the garden!” he smiled brightly, almost bouncing on the spot. You tried to match his enthusiasm, nodding eagerly. You wouldn’t be able to run away then, but if it helps you avoid punishment now, what’s the harm in faking excitement.

“That would be great,” you offered another smile, leaning closer to him. He moved you so you could lay your head on his shoulder. He let you both fall on the bed, wrapping his body around yours. Again, you did not tense. You were becoming a great actress. 

“See, it’s much better when you’re being good for me, isn’t it? We can cuddle and you love cuddling,” he murmured happily, caressing your back and bound arms. You didn’t correct him.

Zuho

Watching the unruly kitten in front of him, he couldn’t help but think of you. You too, avoided his affection, disregarded his advice and attempts to protect you with disdain. He wondered as he watched the kitten playing with his toy mouse, who was the cat and who was the mouse in your relationship. Did you even realize how much power you held over him? And as he wondered, he worried. He will need to leave tomorrow, today being the last day of his vacation he took to help the kitty adjust and watch over its interactions with Huru.

It was already hard enough to leave you and the older cat here alone, but to abandon the newest addition to his family as well? He was overthinking, suddenly feeling sorry about you too. You, who was locked away in a dark room, all alone, probably still in pain after his punishment. He won’t be able to check on you until late in the evening tomorrow, neither will he be able to check on his cats, will all his precious darlings be alright? He didn’t sleep well that night.

Neither did you, unable to find a position that would be comfortable and wouldn’t hurt. But as much as you hated to admit it, it was his words that hurt you more than the physical injuries. You had to give props to him though, for having you so fucked up you actually cared about his opinion of you and that you wanted him to be satisfied with you, to love you even. 

Your body was exhausted from trying to heal itself, from crying, yet sleep just wouldn’t come. You kept dozing off without falling asleep properly, but you guessed you must’ve slept because when you opened your eyes again, you weren’t in the room alone as you should’ve been. You tensed. Something kept touching you, rubbing itself on you - but it definitely wasn’t Juho. It was too fluffy and soft. 

You opened your eyes, only to blink a few times rapidly. Then you tried pinching yourself to try if you’re really awake, and you were. You were awake, alive and there was a kitten snuggling into your stomach, as far as you could tell in the pitch darkness. You whined a little, gently pushing the furball away from the painful area. It leaned into your touch anyway, nuzzling against your palm. You smiled, your eyes tearing up. It felt like eternity since you’ve seen anything but your room, this dark hellhole and Juho. You knew he had a cat, but you guessed this must be a new addition to the household since you knew that the other cat was already an adult.

The time you spent happily cuddling with the kitten, Juho spent worrying about it. He was irritable and his coworkers avoided him the whole day as his temper only grew worse and worse. He was impatient and nervous, getting up from his place and leaving in a rush as soon as his work for the day was done. But all his rush was in vain, because when he arrived home, the little cat was nowhere to be found.

He searched everywhere, even going as far as asking Huru for help, the older feline only meowing cutely. He was panicking. He checked every room, even your room although there was no way the kitten could have gotten there - let alone somehow sneaking into the isolation room… Blood froze in his veins. He always made sure to keep Huru away from you, because he worried for his safety. After all, you could be stubborn, what if you decided to use the cat as a hostage or even worse, hurt Huru to hurt him?

He tried to calm himself before walking over to your solitary. With bated breath, he opened the door and watched as you covered from the sudden flood of light - the little kitten safely in your arms. 

You looked up, squinting through the brightness. You were able to make out his expression, the only important thing right now, and you swallowed dryly. Gently picking up the furball, you put it on the ground so it could run away, get away from the darkness and you, but it only jumped into your lap again, snuggling into your arms. You saw as Juho clenched his jaw, walking closer to you. You tried again, gently shooing the tiny cat away, closer to the man.

However, as he crouched down to pick the kitten up, it hissed at him, running back to you. You both watched the creature in surprise. And for the first time, you noticed that the man in front of you looked somehow nervous. 

You chuckled softly, picking up the kitty and with great difficulty, you stood up and stumbled over to Juho. He steadied you, one of his arms gently wrapping around your waist to bring you closer, while with his other hand he tried to pet the kitten again. And once more, the feisty thing hissed at him and tried to scratch his hand. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was fighting back a pout.

“You can’t do that, little one,” you scolded the floof gently, stroking its fur. You were anxious under Juho’s gaze but you tried to ignore it, focusing solely on the tiny creature. “Your master is nice to you, isn’t he? He takes care of you and I bet he even gives you delicious treats.” You smiled at the kitty, scratching behind its ear.

“And he loves you, so no more hissing, okay? Be good, little one. He can be really gentle and he deserves your love. So behave, alright?” you tapped its nose and finally looked up to see Juho smiling down at you affectionately. He leaned his forehead against yours. You did your best not to flinch at his proximity, not to shake in his hold.

“The same goes for you, kitten,” he whispered, looking into your eyes, but his gaze was soft. Then he looked down to the cat curled in your arms. He raised his hand again and this time he finally managed to pet it without the tiny thing fighting back. He sighed in awe, looking at you in wonder. You gave him a surprised smile as well. This was nice, you had to admit. Even nicer was that he carefully helped you out of the dark room and led you into the living room, Huru immediately rushing over to rub against your leg. His heart, and your heart, felt full of love for once.

Rowoon

Things couldn’t go more wrong. The filming went on endlessly, which he was used to and has long since accepted it, but he hurt his back pretty early on today and the pain only got worse and worse as the time went on. It wasn’t bad enough that he’d have to stop and ask for the shooting to end for today, but it was distracting and uncomfortable and made him wish he could return home soon enough. 

Home to his precious darling, who'd make all his worries dissipate. He couldn't wait to see you, to touch you. You were so good for him lately, it warmed his heart and gave him enough strength to get him through the day.

You were indeed waiting for him, impatient for his next visit. And you hated it. You hated that you were losing yourself. You hated that you were so weak. Weren't you always going on about how independent you were? Didn't you always say that you don't need anyone and just want to be left alone? Then why would you break down so easily? You hated yourself, cursed yourself even more than you were cursing him. Most of all though, you wished for him to be back already and to come see you.

Only with him around did you have some human contact, not to mention that under his supervision you were allowed to walk around the house and read books, watch tv with him, but yes, most importantly, you weren't alone in a basically empty room. You guessed it was just his way of breaking you - to leave you alone for days on end, watching you through the cameras rather than actually seeing you.

So when you heard steps approaching, your heartbeat skyrocketed. And you sat up on your bed, waiting for him to come through the door. Ever the gentleman, if you were to ignore, well, everything else he was doing, he knocked on the door before he went inside. 

You schooled your expression and merely nodded in greeting. He was happy enough with that though and invited himself into the room and into your personal space, sitting down next to you. That was when you noticed the slight twitch on his face. You flinched, worried that he was in one of his moods. But he just put a hand on your thigh, giving you a tight smile and you realized that the problem was something else. Could he possibly be in pain?

You asked about his day, how the shooting went, what he thinks so far, and listened to him talk. You were eager to hear anything, even if the answers should be just one word. You were lonely, depressed from the endless solitude. And he delivered, telling you everything with his calming voice, relishing in having your full attention on him. It was so cute how you nodded at his every sentence and shared your opinions.

But he couldn’t talk to you forever. He was hungry and needed to lay in a hot tub for a while, hopefully that would help with the pain in his back. It was hard to ignore the way you visibly slumped and your eyes lost their shine, but his will was strong. He pushed himself off the bed and choked on a hiss as he straightened his back. 

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, carefully reaching out to him. He squeezed your hand in his, giving you a little pained smile. 

“Nothing to worry about, love,” he reassured you. He knew well he shouldn’t show any weakness in front of you. It was a mistake that he came to see you in this condition. He turned to leave but you grabbed his sleeve, clinging to him like a little child.

“No, wait, please. Your back hurts, right? Let me help,” the words rushed out of your mind without permission, leaving both of you shocked. He studied your expression, inclining his head to the side as if he was thinking. He was searching for any kind of hint that this was just some smart plan to have him lower his guard. But you looked so genuinely concerned that his heart melted a tiny bit. In fact you were certainly slightly worried, but most importantly you just weren’t ready to be left alone for god knows how long again.

In the end, he nodded, sitting back down on your bed. After all, he was stronger and bigger than you, and confident that even if you tried to overpower him, you wouldn’t succeed.

You sat behind him and after rolling his shirt up with his permission, you rubbed warmth into his back first before carefully applying pressure along his spine. You moved your hands slowly, watching his reactions and responding to them. At first you thought you’d just do whatever but before you knew, you were actually trying to make him feel better and ease the pain. Apologizing every time he hissed as you worked on a particularly painful spot, you tried your best.

He was surprised too, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling - but most importantly, in the love. You had to love him, it was obvious! You cared so much about him and you were so careful with your touches too. Perhaps you were just too shy to admit your feelings to yourself? Well, maybe if he lets you think about it on your own for a few days, you’ll realize how foolish you’re being, and that you belong in his arms.

Yoo Taeyang

It was a hell of a week. Nothing went right, like absolutely nothing. The sudden and unexpected weather changes proved to be a challenge that many of the plants and flowers in his shop just couldn't conquer, the customers were rude and over all it just seemed like the world conspired against him and wanted to make him miserable.

None of that mattered though, since he had his sweetheart, his darling, carefully locked away. A safe haven to love him and reassure him that everything will be alright. As long as he had you, everything would be just fine…

"I hate you! Don't you get it? How could I ever love somebody like you, you delusional freak? I deserve better!" You screamed at him from the top of your lungs the moment he came into the room. He greeted you sweetly, cooing at your cuteness, begging you to say you love him. It wasn't the first time, or the second time - and your reaction was just about the same as it always was. No surprising change anywhere. Frankly, the only surprising thing about the occurrence would be his reaction to your rejection - would he laugh it off as a joke today? Would he get mad at you for "teasing" him? Would he just leave? Nothing could have prepared you for the reality.

Instead of the usual reactions, today the hopeful look in his eyes died down, his brown orbs dimming into two dark, lifeless pits. The bright smile he wore disappeared and he fell to the ground in despair, his knees hitting the ground. He kept staring on the floor, muttering under his breath that was getting faster and more ragged until tears began streaming down his cheeks and he began sobbing. He was used to you being harsh on him, he could take all the teasing since you were too embarrassed to admit your feelings to him (and to yourself!) but just today he hoped you’d see he really needed your love.

It freaked you out, never in all the months that he kept you here had you seen him like this. You stared at him in shock. At first you wondered if he was faking it to see how you'd react but your gut feeling told you that wasn't the case and with each passing minute it was more and more obvious. You knelt down against your better judgment and finally understood what he was muttering under his breath. 

"Why keep living if they don't want me? Maybe I should just disappear. No, they love me, they need me! Right? What if they really don’t?" 

Your hand reacted before you could think and your fingers brushed against his cheek. He didn't flinch, didn’t lean into the touch, only sobbed harder, crumbling before your eyes. There was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, something akin to guilt. You tried to reason against yourself, tried to hold on to your sanity and common sense but he was the only person you had seen and talked with since he abducted you and he cared for you, always provided for you… in some twisted way, it pained you to see him like this. Besides, if anything was to happen to him, you’d surely die too. It was only logical that you cared for him, right? An act of self-preservation.

You knew it wasn't smart even as your body moved. It was awkward, but your arms enveloped his shaking form and you laid your head on his shoulder. 

Finally, he moved and buried his face in your neck, hands clawing at your back. His tears were soaking your shirt and skin but at least there was some change, some sign that he was still there with you, not lost in his sick and twisted mind. But it wouldn't end there. He lost strength or he deliberately let himself fall forward, either way his weight pushed you to the ground and he laid half on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck, still crying and struggling to breathe.

You sighed heavily. No point in fighting or trying to push him off of you. Not that you'd have the heart to do so even if you had the strength. Resigned, you tangled your fingers into his hair and began stroking and brushing the soft locks. You're not going anywhere any time soon, after all, and he believes you love him no matter what. What's the harm in doing him this one small favor in time of need?

After what felt like hours, Taeyang came to himself. He smiled softly against your skin - of course his darling wouldn’t be as heartless as to ignore him and tease him when he felt so blue! He was overjoyed at the amount of affection he was receiving. He squeezed you tighter, savoring your closeness and warmth. How grateful he was to have such a loving partner!

Hwiyoung

Every single one of his muscles ached and only his ego was hurt more than his body. He kept cursing with each step, cursing his job, cursing the other participants of the kickboxing competition, and cursing the man who looked at you like you were a piece of meat yesterday. His blood boiled at the memory. If it wasn't for that, he wouldn't have been distracted the whole day and wouldn't get his ass literally kicked. Good thing he didn't allow you to come with him. There's no way you'd be proud of him and that would hurt him more than anything. Still, looking like this, you’ll know he lost miserably and you'll see him as a failure. His rage was flaring up again, but fortunately he just reached his home and his mind settled a little with the vision of having you in his arms soon. 

You tensed as soon as you heard the door open, sitting up on your - his - bed. Hands in your lap and gaze respectfully lowered to the ground. Guessing from the way the door slammed shut just a little too loud, today didn’t go well for him and you sure as hell didn’t need him to take it out on you.

He entered the room and you felt his eyes on you immediately. He walked over to you and petted your head. You noticed he was limping and frowned since he couldn’t see into your face. 

“So good for me,” he sighed, his voice hoarse. Now you were seriously getting concerned. You remembered him mentioning some competition or whatever but you haven’t been paying attention to what the thing was about and only cared about the opportunity to go out and maybe run away. You sort of regretted that now, especially since he didn’t bring you with him in the end. 

He tapped your chin and you looked up, barely managing to school your expression to hide your shock. His face was already changing color in various places, bruises blooming on his skin. His fingers held your face in place as he studied your expression, then clicked his tongue.

“Knew it,” he muttered to himself before suddenly turning away and strutting into the adjacent bathroom after unlocking it. The door slammed behind him and you breathed out slowly. 

In the back of your mind, a thought registered that you missed the warmth of his touch. It was never a good sign when he let go of you so harshly, besides something about his words made your stomach do anxious flips. And his appearance too… At least he still came to you instead of ignoring you and staying in the parts of the house that were off-limits for you. 

You chewed on your lower lip. You were worried about him, you wanted to follow him and check on him, take care of his injuries. Were those your real feelings though? Or were they in your head just because you were scared of punishment if you didn’t show concern for him? Lately your head’s been just a mess and you weren’t even sure what was real. Nonetheless, you couldn’t stay still and you kept worrying anyway. Whatever those feelings were, you decided to act on them. 

Quietly, you got to your feet and walked over to the bathroom door. A sound of water could be heard from the inside, like he was filling a tub. When there was no reaction to your careful knocks, you decided to open the door anyway, hoping he wouldn’t get angry with you.

The sight took your breath away. The room was filled with steam and Hwiyoung was leaning back in the tub, his body submerged in water, invisible under the layer of bubbles. Something about seeing him in a bubble bath made him seem so much more human. His head was resting against the back of the tub, hair cascading over the edge and he was beautiful. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone both annoyed and curious. 

“I want to help,” you said quietly, walking over and kneeling next to the tub, “May I?” You felt his questioning gaze and flinched when he sneered. 

“Suit yourself,” was all he said before he ducked his head under the water. Soon he emerged again and you found yourself shocked - not a long time ago you’d take the chance to try and drown him, this time it didn’t even cross your mind. He seemed to sense the change too and gave you another long stare.

You shied away from his eyes and instead took the bottle of shampoo from the corner of the tub and poured a little bit into your palm. He quickly caught on and straightened to allow you to wash his hair for him. You took your sweet time, massaging his scalp and brushing your fingers through his hair gently. His eyes were closed, you noticed, and a small smile played on his lips. He looked irresistible despite the bruises - then again, the handsomeness of your captor was something you’ve long since came to terms with.

You finished your task and he dove under the water again, washing the bubbles away. When he resurfaced, you waited for him to wipe the water away from his face, once again kneeling obediently by the tub. He smirked when he saw that.

“Come here, little one,” he motioned for you with his fingers. You did as you were told, your chin almost resting on the edge of the tub. Suddenly you felt his soft lips on your forehead, pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. 

“Thank you, I can take it from here. Wait for me in the room, you deserve a reward,” he murmured before he pulled away. You listened, walking out of the room with head spinning with the implications of his words, so you had no chance of seeing the lovesick smile painted on his lips that made his whole face glow.

Chani

The day’s been stressful to say the least. As soon as he sat down at the table to get some work done, an awful headache hit him like a truck and he discovered that not only was he all out of painkillers, but later he also found out that it didn’t matter. The medicine didn’t work. He was stuck the whole day with numbing pain inside his head and nausea that nearly drove him insane. Fortunately his boss let him leave early, seeing the state he was in. Nonetheless, he was quite discouraged. He still had you to deal with. As much as he loved you, you could be annoying. 

The disregard for his feelings he could ignore, but he wouldn’t tolerate disrespect and disobedience. He was nice enough as is, at least in his mind. After all, he had not once forced himself on you, any beatings he was forced to give you weren’t all that bad since you were still able to move afterwards and, of course, he wasn’t forcing you to feel the same way he did, although he would very much love to. However, he was certain you would come to love him with enough time and motivation. 

You, naturally, didn’t share this opinion, hence why for the past few days you’ve taken it upon yourself to scream and shout for help just to annoy him since there was no way another person would hear you. No, it was merely to make him angry enough to lock you up and gag you. He'd put you in your own room and leave you there alone. He refrained from the punishment until now because he had his pride and he wanted to show you that no matter what you do, he doesn't care. He won't do as you want. Well, luckily for you he might grant you your wish today after all. 

You saw him right as he stepped inside the house since he had locked you in the small cage by the door the day before. So close to freedom, yet so far. As he came in, you crawled as far from him as possible. Taking a deep breath, you prepared for today’s performance, ignoring the soreness of your throat and the very real risk that you might not even be able to produce sounds anymore. Your vocal chords were exhausted and overworked, unfortunately, and they hurt.

However, just as you were about to start screaming, he shot you a look that made you stop immediately. You knew that look. He wouldn’t be playing around today. It would be best to stay out of his way or you were in danger. Seeing he didn’t need to say more, he continued to his room without sparing you a second glance.

It wasn’t hard to catch on to what was happening. You’ve already noticed he suffered from headaches, migraines. Once it was bad enough you’ve heard him vomiting the whole night and he stayed away from you in his room the whole day, starving both himself and you. It got you a little worried, especially because he was already agitated and therefore it was possible for him to snap at you for any little thing. So just for today, you decided to behave. You weren't getting away from him anytime soon anyway, he made that crystal clear, so what's the difference if you try to make your life here more bearable for a day or however long his migraine lasts.

Despite his sorry state, he kept his routine. After he took a shower and prepared food, he came back to get you out of your cage. He gave you a curious look when you remained quiet and got out obediently, looking at the ground and waiting for him to unlock your handcuffs and to wrap an arm around your waist to escort you to the kitchen. When was the last time you followed the routine he wished for? You couldn’t even remember, perhaps it was during the first few weeks after he kidnapped you.

You sat down on your spot and waited for him to take his seat right next to yours and only then did you pick up your fork and knife. He was watching you with a hint of suspicion. Even as you ate, you remained silent, going as far as being careful not to make too much noise when cutting the meal into smaller bites. 

Eventually though his constant staring became too much and you turned to him and said carefully, although your voice was dripping with annoyance: “I’m not blind, I see you’re not feeling well and I have enough decency to respect that.”

“Who’d think you care about me this much, darling,” he smirked, finally focusing on his plate.

The dinner went fine and seeing you behaved, kneeling obediently by his leg while he did the dishes, he decided he might try something new with you. His aching head made him crave some form of comfort and while he usually wasn’t big on skinship, today he thought it might be the best medicine to calm his nerves at least.

He took you to the living room with him and turned on the tv, news channel in particular as a rare treat. You always seemed to be interested in what's going on in the world outside. He threw a pillow on the ground and let you kneel on it - again, more generous than he usually is. 

You did what he expected you to do and leaned your head on his knee as you watched the news, mind blown by how many important events and news you’ve missed. You were so invested in it that you almost failed to notice his fingers in your hair. 

You tensed, expecting him to pull and slip right into the phase where he torments you, but he didn’t. Instead, he ran his fingers through your hair gently, carefully untangling any knots he found. And even after he finished, he kept stroking your hair tenderly, being so loving you could almost forget about the crazy reality you lived in.

[honeypiehotchner]

Hey, Reid! I actually have an idea for a headcannon or one-shot. So, I love how realistic your writing is because you tackle a lot of topics (PTSD, sexual assault, etc.) Can you do one on how Hotch were to react if he gets into an argument with y/n and sees her flinch when he tries to raise his hand to rub his face because she thought she was gonna get hit? Like, I think he would be so concerned for her and tries to reassure her that he won't hurt her like her ex did. I saw this based on a tik tok on how each bau member would react if they see y/n flinch during an argument. If this is a too touchy subject to do, I will understand, and if you wanna do it with a gender neutral partner instead, that works too ^^

Thank you so much for this request bby!! I loved writing this dose of fluff xx.

Also I think this is pretty gender neutral, but he does call reader “Honey”!

Small disclaimer that everyone’s PTSD looks different and this is not the sole decider of how PTSD has to affect you to be “valid.” This is just a depiction and I did draw from my own personal symptoms (especially the “being okay right after a freak out” because lord knows I suppress shit and let it get me days later)

HOTCH MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

Down to Earth

You’ve been with Aaron for what feels like forever, but really has only been a little over a year. In this year, you’ve felt more at peace with him than you’ve felt in any other relationship.

But like every relationship, nothing is always perfect.

The two of you haven’t had a single argument -- until now.

You’re a fairly understanding person. When he has to leave suddenly for a case, you don’t mind. When he gets caught up in work and suddenly it’s almost nine at night and he’s still at the BAU, you just laugh. When he wants to go everywhere possible with you because he’s having a hard day with his anxiety (even if he won’t admit it), you let him follow you around like your personal bodyguard.

You knew what you signed up for when you took things further than a few dinner dates. You understand.

Which is why tonight’s argument is so stupid.

“I just need a straight answer. That’s all.”

“I don’t know what else you want me to say,” you shrug. “I literally don’t care, Aaron.”

“I don’t want to make all the decisions,” he replies. “I want you to have some say.”

“But I don’t mind it if you make the decisions.”

“It feels one-sided, and I don’t want that.”

“It’s fine, I swear.”

“I can see on your face that it’s not.”

“Don’t profile me, we talked about this.”

“I’m not profiling you, I’m just trying to get you to tell me the truth for once.”

“Well, I--”

Your sentence stops abruptly when you gasp, flinching, raising both of your arms in an X in front of your face.

And just like that, the argument is dropped.

All Aaron had done was raise his hand to run his fingers through his hair. But in the midst of an argument -- and on one of your worse days with your PTSD -- you legitimately thought he was pulling his hand back to hit you.

“Y/N…” He slowly lowers his hand, gaze softening when he hears you sniffling. “Honey…”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, your arms still raised. You know he would never, ever hurt you, but you can’t move them. You’re trying, but it’s like all your muscles have tensed, refusing to let you move. “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry,” you say, rushing your words now. “Just please, don’t…”

It’s not until Aaron hears these words leave your lips that he realizes you’re not here right now -- at least not in your mind.

He doesn’t know anything about your past relationship. He put a few pieces together and knew it wasn’t necessarily a happy relationship, but he had no idea it was that bad.

“Y/N, it’s Aaron,” he pauses, mind reeling, trying to figure out how to get you back. “Can you hear me?”

“I won’t-- I’m sorry, please--”

“Y/N, you’re at my apartment with me. Can you open your eyes?”

You hear his voice this time and you open your eyes, a gasp falling from your lips as you yank your arms down to your sides. “I’m so sorry--”

“What are you apologizing for?” He asks softly. “You have no reason to apologize, Y/N.”

“Okay…” You say, flexing your fingers to ease some tension. “Well, still, about--”

“No, no we don’t need to talk about that anymore,” he shakes his head. “It’s not a big deal and I think this is more important.” He pauses. “But if you don’t want to talk about it, I...I completely understand. No pressure.”

You exhale, balling your hands into fists. “We can talk.”

“Okay. Wanna sit down?” He gestures to the couch.

You nod.

“Can I sit next to you?” He asks, and you’re grateful for his ever kind heart.

“Of course,” you smile. “Please.” And when he still sits a little too far away, you tug him closer. “You’re not going to break me.”

“I know that,” he says, smiling when you take his hand. “Are you okay?”

You have no idea how, but you are. “I am. I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he says again, sandwiching your hand between both of his. “You can’t control your reactions.”

He’s right, even though you have suppressed them for a very long time. “I try to. I don’t want to scare you.”

“I don’t want to ever scare you,” he says, squeezing your hand. “I’m sorry that I did.”

“It wasn’t you.” He gives you a look with a hint of disbelief. “Okay, it was the sudden movement, I think. With your hand.”

“Okay,” he nods. He had already pieced that together, but now isn’t the time for him to talk about how he silently profiles you. “I’ll be more conscious of that.”

“Honestly,” you chuckle, “I’m not sure how you haven’t pieced it all together before now.” You pause, looking up from his hands. “Have you? Be honest.”

“Some things,” he admits. “Little things. Your problem with eye contact and agreement to everything -- and I should not have approached the topic that way. We’re both tired and that wasn’t the correct way to talk about it.”

“It’s…” He raises his eyebrows and you stop before you can say okay. “Right. I see now.”

“I gathered that the relationship, whatever it was, wasn’t healthy, but I never wanted to bring it up until you were ready. And I know it goes without saying, but I want to say it anyway. I will never lay a hand on you. I promise.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, lifting your free hand to stroke his cheek. “You have been so kind to me and I never know what to do with myself.” You shake your head slowly, smiling. “It’s like every time I start floating away, you’re right here, pulling me back down to earth.”

He lets go of your hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek so that when he turns his head, he kisses your open palm. “I’ll always be here to pull you back down.”

You let some silence pass before you say what you’ve been hiding all this time.

“He used to hit me,” you whisper. “It’s why it had been five years since I went on a date. Honestly, if Dave didn’t speak so highly of you, I don’t know that I would’ve even said yes that night. But I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did, too.”

You smile softly. “Everything about you is so different from what he was. You’re such a gentle giant, you know that?”

He chuckles at the new description. “I guess I do now.”

“I just want you to know your gentleness never goes unnoticed or unappreciated. I love it. It makes me feel safe and loved and cared for. And I’m not used to it at all yet, but...I hope I’ll get there.” You pause. “I was having a rough day today with flashbacks and things. Today was our anniversary, but none of them were ever good, so I’ve been on edge.”

“Honey…”

“Even though I know nothing will happen because he’s gone and nothing bad has happened on this day for six years, it still… I still can’t shake it.”

“Well, let’s do everything we can to make the rest of this day the best day,” he says. “Let’s order your favorite for dinner. You pick the movie, and we can sit on the couch until we want to go to bed.”

“And then?”

“And then…?” He waits for your answer.

“And then...you make sweet love to me all night and go into work late tomorrow?” You add a shy grin, hoping to convince him.

But he needs no convincing. “Gladly,” he says, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly, softly, pulling you back to earth, weighed down with all his love.

[divinefireangel]

Hey there!!! Can you please write a smut on SF9 finding out their partner reading smuts 🥺🌝 (I want to see how dirty they can go🌝) And if you don't want to write for all of them then maybe you can just do it for any member you're comfortable to write on. Literally, ANY MEMBER WOULD WORK. I really want to read something like this haha🤭

Also, I genuinely love your writings! I'm new to Tumblr but I'm literally binge reading your posts. Gosh you're talented as fuck😫💗✨

Lots of love, and thank youuuu💕

OMG YES YES YES YES

TMI: Not gonna lie, I was thinking about this when my mom came into my room to talk to me, and my recent story was literally right there just open and I was panicking. Although she doesn't know anything 💀. She's cute like that, my mom.

You are so sweet anon 🥺🥺. Go on make me cry with your lovely words 😭. I will try my best to write more and sorry this took so long 💞💖 LOVE YOU 💓

S/O reads Smuts 🤭

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). Rough sex (YB). Thigh riding (IS). Dick riding (JY). Marking. Biting. Humping. Dining table sex (DW). Low key strength kink? Idk (RW). Biting using teeth (ZH). Exhibitionism. Terrace sex (TY). Slight voyeurism. Oral - reader receiving (HY). Somehow I end up writing the filthiest things for Hwi. Cockwarming to sex (CH). It's really difficult to think of 9 different things for 9 different people😤. Also some may be unprotected sex, don't do it unless you want kids. Lmk if I need to add more!

Word Count: HAH jokes 😂

All members under the cut!

Youngbin

Doesn't understand at first 💀

But he isn't scared to ask so he'll just ask you

The panic on your face makes him panic

Apologizes 🥺

Then you explain that it's no big deal and that it's just a story

But he saw his name 💀💀💀

So he's curious and so he does research aka Googles it

Has a mixed reaction, doesn't know what to think

On one hand, he's flattered...?

Like, oh sweet, you are reading a story about him probably railing you to death

On the other hand, why are you reading it?

Did he not satisfy you enough? Should he do more? He wants to

So he will pick a random one, read it and be like, Okay. This is how it's gonna play tonight

So determined 🥺

Picks you up for your date and stuff

Timeskip to the bedroom by a steamed dumpling Dawon

So touchy and observant

Tries his best to remember what was in the story

Forgets but that's okay tho cause now he knows what you want

More Dom than usual

More vocal than usual

His grip on your skin leaves so many bruises and literal fingerprint shaped marks

Bites your neck a lot

Doesn't hold back one bit

Secretly satisfies his wishes too

Teases you for being so ready

Teases you for every reaction

Pulls your hair

Overstimulates you

Until you're tired and can't take it anymore

He could go for a round more

So he does

It's also like, he's lowkey angry at himself cause you were reading smut which made him think, maybe you thought he was too vanilla

But after you've both cooled down you ask him what happened and why he was so rough, not that you had a problem

Expresses his concerns and you tell him that you read those only cause you wanted to know what the fandom thinks of him and the way they think he likes to have sex

Blushy babyyyy

So cute 🥺

Inseong

Bro

Do I even need to 😂

He's probably written a few 💀

He seems like he's into roleplay 👀

So when he does find a tab open on your phone about literal PORN, in words

He doesn't think much of it tbh

But is curious

He'll tease you like you are both high schoolers

Holds you phone up high so you can't reach it

Satisfied when you whine and pout

Tucks your phone in his back pocket and grabs your face

" I think it's hot "

Peck's your lips and slaps your butt leaving you wide eyed

You need a minute to process what just happened lol

Running after him you pull him down on the couch, sitting on hids lap

Bite you lip and grab his face pls

Now he's wide eyed 😂

Kiss his neck and talk to him sexily

" Do you really like that I read smut? "

You look so innocent he would cum right there

Poor man is dumbfolded

So much that he doesn't even realize you were grinding down on his thigh the whole while

Grabbing your hips he nudges your hips to continue their movement

Loves having you so close

Especially after discovering your secret

Suck him off after and he'll do any and everything for you 😉

Jaeyoon

Oo this one is fun

He won't confront you immediately

He'll just think about it a lot

" How are they so cute when they read such things for fun? "

Stares at you from across the room

Smirks at your cute smiles

Timeskip this time by Baek Huru

Surprises you by kissing your neck

Humps your butt

Pecks you neck

Rolls your nipples in his fingers

Moans in your ear, deeply and hoarsely

Pulls away dragging you to the bed

Sits near the headboard

Beckons you to come closer and naked 👀

Forces your dick in you, slowly tho, don't worry

Doesn't give you a lot of time to react

But, all this seems familiar

Then you realize that he's trying to recreate the imagine you were reading before

The whole idea made you hot

Istg you've never finished so soon

He tells you that you don't need to read those stories when you have the real deal right there

Sanghyuk

Smug bastard

He's happy that you're thinking and reading about him even when he isn't with you

He will actually read the warnings and is mildly surprised lol

Wow you really into all that?

He has no shame so he will ask you directly

You stop doing what you're doing and just slowly turn towards him

He's scared lmao

Then explains himself and says sorry

Tbh, you're more shocked that he isn't angry

Blinking you slowly make him sit on the dining table chair

Pacing you start to think of and explanation now

Is there any explanation for reading smut? Idk 😂

Honestly, he asked you so that you could actually do what the warnings said in real life

Gets up, takes your hand pulling you close and lifts you, making you sit on the dining table

Removes his shirt before kissing you intensely

Tells you that he wants to fuck you on the table like in the smut

Nodding you let him take over

Makes you cum twice easily

It's more romantic than rough

Passionate, very passionate

Kisses you a lot

Hands on you all over you

Pulls you closer and closer by your thighs

Lays you down and fucks you till your back is no where on the table

Sweet reassuring smooches when you're done

Tells you to talk to him about such ideas rather than just reading them

Seokwoo

He is shocked™

Listen okay

He's tall

He's scared that he'll hurt you if he does what he wants without thinking

Reads multiple smuts 💀

Only the ones you've liked so far tho

Fuckin uses your account so yeah obviously

Now he'll be ready to talk to you about it

So shy omg

Stutters words out cause he's so flustered

You need to read his mind, literally

Once, somehow you are finally clear about what he was talking about

You'd just laugh at his cuteness

Boy is confused ??

Pushing him down on the bed you climb on top of him

Yes climb

Needy but still shy and shocked

Wastes no time in getting naked

Allows you to do whatever you want to him

No, really

Let's you take charge that is only until you tease him

Flips you and thrusts into you so hard the bed is shaking and you feel like it might break

Strong grips on your thighs and hips and belly and arms

Definitely sore for a few many days 💀

Juho

I'm not sure tbh

Either he won't care at all like

" Oh yeah this is just their thing "

Or he'd be so into it like hed wonder why you were reading it, was it for ideas?

He already has those so you don't need them from someone else

He won't ask you about it tho

But you will bring up an idea that was in one of them

And he's down

Or up, whichever you want

Asks you what you want more times than usual

But it doesn't make sense cause you're literally going crazy with the way his cock feels inside you and he asks you what you want?

Starts moving before you answer

Asks you again and again till all you can say out loud is " More "

He's fine with that answer

Hands above your head

Teeth scraping your the front of your throat drawing so many sounds from you

He's driving his dick in you so fast that you're moving away from him

Praises you with his deep ass voice

Gives you his Vampire stare™

That's all you need to cum undone

Keeps it a secret, won't ask you unless you bring up your little extracurricular activity 😌

Yoo Taeyang

SHY BABYYYYY

So pink when he realizes what you're reading lol

But he's so mesmerised that he goes on reading it 😂

You catch him looking at your phone, no big deal

But he's looking at it as though he saw a ghost

He's turned on but at the same time he's appalled

Do people see him like that? Do you want him to be that?

He's gonna need a lot of time to process the information

When you reassure him that he doesn't need to change anything at all, he's more calm then

But on a fine ass blue moon, his fine ass is gonna decide that he's gonna try something new

So there you are, on the terrace talking to someone on the phone. After ending the call he'll come and hug you from behind

It's all aww so cute till you feel his dick press into your butt

Forces your head back to rest on hius shoulder slowly but hotly

Unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down in one swift motion and his hands are all over you

Somehow the idea of having sex in the open night sky is so exciting

Stops just before you reach your high so that he can fuck you

You're leaning on the terrace wall

Face pressed slightly on it as your butt sticks out for him

Giving him permission to do anything to you

The orgasm hits you so fast but it's so fulfilling 🤤

And your pants are being pulled up even faster 💀

Maybe you should leave smut laying around

Youngkyun

You've found the saucuest lil smut about your boyfriend

He's sitting at the table, on his laptop composing and writing songs while you are here on the bed, blanket over your legs

Now see, you aren't really one to get off of smut but this particular one was so realistic

The description

The reaction

The dialogues

Reading it made you body move on instinct

Lower lip getting stck in your teeth

Hand travelling down to your privates

Your hips thrusting forward into your hand and fingers

Your breathy moans, that you tried your best to stick to, were louyd enough for him to hear

At first he thought you were doing a breathing practice or something

That is until he recognized the pattern

Lifting his blank phone up, he moved it to look at you through it

Boy is so shocked

It's like his own private porn show

Placing it back on the table gently, he moves the blanket slowly, getting under it

Licking his lips, he tucks his tongue out, licking the area that your fingers just slid over

Gasping at the sudden feeling you drop your phone and move your blanket off

You inevitably moan at the sinful sight below you

Your lovely boyfriend, looking up at you through his lashes, tongue coated with his saliva and your leaking juices

Holding your wrist, he nudges you to continue what you were doing, with his tongue never leaving you

Gripping your thighs, he bites your inner thigh as you work yourself closer to your high

After you cum, he'll lick off all your juices

Then he'll be all sweet asking you what you were reading

Round 2? 😉

Chanhee

He'll find it funny 💀

Why do people write these things

Why do people read these things

What is the use?

He is partly curious lol

When you tell him it stimulates the necessary regions, boy is shook

Then he's like nah

So you make him read one

He can't even make it halfway through lol

The foreplay itself made him hard enough to want you and to want to be in you

Grabs the phone and sits next to you

" I'm hard "

You look at him like boy what

Then he tell you that he now understood why people read them and that he's happy that people read them too help themselves

And you're like okay and what's the point

Pulls you on his lap

Whines at the feeling of to your butt on his arousal

Makes you stand now lol

Pulls his pants to his thighs and even yours

Places himself in you so that now when you sit on his lap again, not only is your back to his chest

Also his dick is in you

Somehow finishes the rest of the fic and just thrusts up into you

Cause you feel so heavently around him

Goes on and on and on till you're bouncing on his lap

Cums in you and just stays there till you finish your work

Still has mixed feeling now tho

Cause if reads them he wants you to be there near him and he wants to read more cause these fics are very addicting

[xx-ashes-xx]

Heyyy can I request a reaction of enhypen to how they would be with you around the members? Like how they would interact and blah blah blah? ♡

Of course!! This honestly took longer than expected but I had fun writing it. I don't think I'm going to be able to put pictures in all of my posts so please bear with the plain text ;-; (I wrote this on desktop so no emojis here)

How Enhypen would act with you around the members

Word Count: 903

Genre: Fluff and a bit of crack

Warnings: I don't think there's any but please be careful!

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction! Please don't become a delulu from fics!

Heeseung:

He would want to make everyone feel comfortable

So you guys wouldn’t do anything really intimate

The farthest he would go is giving you a peck on the cheek

His members saw how awkward he was acting

They would laugh and tell him that he could relax around them

So he went for something daring

He pulled you in by the waist and gave you a kiss on the lips

His members were shocked

You were shocked

“When we said that we didn’t mind we didn’t mean we were okay with you two making out!”

Jay:

Jay is just chill about it

He’ll have you on his lap

A hand wrapped around your waist while he was on his phone

The members didn’t mind at all

Since Jungwon sat in Jay’s lap before

Would still call you nicknames

“Babe, look at this TikTok”

You were a bit surprised but you didn’t mind it

The members were really surprised though

He was really comfortable about his relationship with you

No shame

“Jay hyung, are you confident in your relationship with Y/N?”

“Of course, we’re happy and I’m not embarrassed or shy about it.”

Jake:

Honestly, nothing really changed after you and Jake got together

You two were really affectionate while friends so the only thing that was added was handholding and kisses

The members were used to it

Jake would have his head on your shoulder as he talked to Sunghoon

They were arguing about something silly, probably about who's stronger now since they've been working out a lot

Jake suggested on arm-wrestling, whoever wins is the stronger one

In the end, Sunghoon won

Making Jake scream in frustration

He buried his head into your chest for comfort

Causing you to laugh

"It's alright Jakey, I think you're strong."

"Thank you, but I'm still sad from losing."

"Well, there's one thing you'll always beat Sunghoon in."

"Really? What is it?"

"Being the best, cutest, boyfriend ever."

Jake giggled and hid his face

"Yeah of course I'm always going to lose, I don't even have a s/o!"

Sunghoon:

He would show you off

A LOT

"Did you know that Y/N is really good at massaging? They would massage my back whenever it was sore. They might even be better than you Jay."

"Why am I brought into this-"

Brags about how good you are at everything.

But also gets jealous if one of the members compliments you

"Y/N, you're really good at this game!" Sunoo complimented

"Of course, they're my s/o after all." Sunghoon replied

I should mention he gets clingy when jealous

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he looked at Sunoo

His tongue against his cheek

Would whine if you're paying attention to someone else

"Y/N pay attention to me! I'm your boyfriend, not Jake!"

Would demand kisses if you didn't

Overall, he's adorable when the members are around you

Sunoo:

Shows you off pt. 2

You went to the arcade with him and the members

Ni-ki challenged you to the basketball game

Loser has to give winner all of their tickets

Ni-ki was in the lead

But near the end, he kept on missing while your score went up and up

When it was over, you won by 1 point

Making Sunoo scream his lungs out in happiness

"Wow!! Y/N is amazing!!"

He gave you a tight hug with a huge smile plastered on his face

Sunoo kept on praising you and showing you off for the rest of the day.

He would not let go of your hand and had a huge smile on his face

Clingy as well

Back hugs, side hugs, playing with your hair, playing with your fingers

He adores you to death

Literally cannot get enough

Even at the dorms, he'll lay his head on your lap and watch you do whatever

Clingy boyfriend Sunoo <3

Jungwon:

I think he's going to be like Jay

Casual about it

You'll be sitting on the couch and holding hands

Or out in public doing the same

He won't make a big deal about it

You would be the one who would get shy the most

He would say something that would make you flustered

"Honey, can you get me some ice cream while you're in the kitchen?"

You froze

He called you honey

IN FRONT OF HIS MEMBERS???

They would never let you two forget about it

They would tease you both

Especially Jungwon

"Honey?!" Sunoo exclaimed

Jay's eyes widen when he heard that

Endless teasing

"You two act like a married couple!"

"So cute!!"

Jungwon is now regretting his choice of words

But he still calls you honey in private.

Because he loves you <3

Ni-ki:

Does not care what the members think

Well, mainly.

He still gets shy from time to time

He would lay his head on your lap

Cuddle with you in one of the bedrooms

Chase you around the dorms

The members didn't say anything

But they thought you two were cute

While you and Ni-ki were taking a nap

The members came into the room and took a bunch of pictures

Later, when you two were awake

They started teasing the hell out of both of you

Especially Ni-ki

"Our maknae~"

"So cute!"

Ni-ki buried his face into your neck

"We're never acting like a couple in front of you guys again."

The next day you two didn't change one bit.