#do you ever think about the fact that they aren't able to let each other go

[valeriehalla]

thoughts about language-learning

i'm going to tell you something that you may find kind of cringe, especially coming from the mouth of a native english speaker. however, it's true. the trueness of this statement will become clear to you shortly. for now, you're just going to have to lay eyes upon it and accept it.

here it is:

"I like manga and anime" is actually a pretty good reason to learn Japanese.

okay. alright? are we good? let's talk about it.

maybe you read that sentence and your immediate thought was something like, "that seems like a shallow reason to learn a language." maybe you feel that learning a language for the fulfillment of mundane desires is in some way disrespectful. you might think of it as akin to becoming catholic just because you can't get enough of those little biscuits.

well: maybe it is? like, sure. it might be like that. i think that's a discussion you can have. language is, after all, culture.

but here's the thing:

the only way to acquire a language is through thousands of hours of exposure. and the only reason anyone commits to that sort of thing is if it gets them something that they really really want.

if you want to know what i mean, please follow me to my chambers.

listen:

nobody acquires a language out of pure academic curiosity.

did you know most linguists are monolingual? a linguist might know the grammar, history and even vocabulary of a half-dozen languages like the back of their hand, yet not necessarily be able to speak any of them in a way that's useful on a day-to-day basis. this is because there is a fundamental difference between having an academic understanding of a language and being fluent in a language.

some linguists distinguish between these two kinds of knowledge. they say that the former is the result of "learning" a language, and the latter is the result of "acquiring" a language.

language acquisition is the reason you can read this post and understand it without each sentence feeling like a mental sudoku puzzle. for most of the people reading this, including many of the ones for whom english is a second language, i'm willing to bet that you're not translating what i'm saying word-by-word as you read it. you simply read the words, and the meaning appears in your head, unbidden.

you just get it.

that's what fluency is. that's what it means to acquire a language.

but here's the thing, and it cannot be stressed enough: language acquisition only happens through long-term exposure.

and we're not talking about a little bit of exposure. we're talking about, like, a lot. how many words does a baby have to hear before they figure out how to say their first grammatically-correct sentence? how many before they can understand a whole bedtime story?

of course, your prospects as an adult aren't quite that grim. i mean, a baby also has to learn every single other thing about the world in addition to their first language. a baby has to learn what the hell a dog is before they can truly appreciate the majesty of a Big Red One Named Clifford. in this respect you already have a foot in the door of every language on earth.

still: you don't acquire a language without exposure. and the amount of exposure required is so huge that within a rounding error of zero people will ever get off their ass and do it—unless they have external motivation.

consider two guys:

guy A wants to learn Japanese because it's an interesting language with a rich history and it'll look great on his résumé.

guy B wants to learn Japanese so he can read untranslated yaoi.

maybe this will come as a surprise to you, but it's simply a fact: guy B is about 10,000× more likely to actually acquire Japanese.

if he does, guy B will definitely come to understand that japanese is an interesting language with a rich history, and it will look great on his résumé. but he'll get there because he's going to read millions of words' worth of raw japanese input, as much as he can possibly stuff his head with, and he's going to do so happily because it's what he wanted to do anyway.

nobody gets good at anything without a good reason. and if acquiring a language is your goal, then what counts for a "good reason" is just whatever gets you to use the language, as much as possible, as often as possible.

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one more analogy, just to really hammer it in:

i could stand to exercise more. i know that exercise is good for me, and i already own a bike and everything. but the fact of the matter is that abstract rewards like "it's healthy" aren't enough to motivate me to get on my bike.

you know what does get me on it?

the fact that i don't own a car!!

if i want to go somewhere, i gotta get on that freaking bike! the bike is the means by which i am able to fulfill my base desires, such as "food" and "beverages" and "being anywhere at all other than my house".

yet though my desires are base, the benefits of riding a bike nonetheless attend their fulfillment. my stamina is way up, my resting heart rate is down, and my pant legs keep getting caught on my big-ass calves.

as with the bike, so with japanese.

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over the past few weeks i've read a half dozen novels in japanese. for the most part, it's all stuff i would have been thrilled to read in english. but most of those books had no english editions; and for the ones that did—well, that would have amounted to Buying A Car.

i've been learning japanese for a long time, and almost 100% of that time has been spent on immersion. when i first started this process, it was like pulling teeth in a haystack. i understood maybe 10% of what i was reading at any given moment. but, i had important business to attend to that absolutely required that i read japanese. and yes, that business was untranslated yuri VNs.

it turns out that 10% is enough. that 10% is the working end of the crowbar. 10% becomes 20% easier than you'd think. many years later, i'd say i'm up to about 98% depending on what i'm reading. i couldn't tell you when it happened; it happens slowly and unconsciously. you never feel like you're making progress, the same way you never feel the earth spinning.

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anyway, that's all i wanted to say. if i were you, i wouldn't construe anything in this post as advice, per se. these are just observations of things i believe strongly (and from experience) to be true.

in particular, one thing i don't think you should take away from this post is the idea that academic language study is pointless. it's super pointful! it's just that it's step one of a multi-step process.

it's been my experience that a lot of people—most people—get stuck at that step and never move on. they study and study and study, but they never get to a point where they feel like they're "ready" to "move on" to reading "real stuff".

if you want my two cents, it's this: i don't think you can get to that point through study alone. i don't think most people are ever going to feel like they're "ready".

you just have to want to do it, and you have to be patient enough with yourself to put up with doing it badly for a long time.

so, like, you might as well be reading about boys kissing or whatever while you work on it, is what i'm saying.

[bloodbroox]

Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you

(You can run but you can't escape)

Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins

(You will open the yawning grave)

[minghaoes]

r: jealousy, jealousy | ot13 smau

pairing: ot13 x gn!reader (individual)

tags: jealous!svt, cheating allegations in jeonghan's (but like;; jokingly), nsfw-ish joke in jeonghans (don't even ask), jokes about dying in dk's and dino's

a/n: first time posting after *checks notes* about six months ?? here's my attempt at an apology: a jealous!seventeen smau one shot with some headcanons to match! don't forget to read the blurbs at the end of the post !! :)

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☆ choi seungcheol: cheol likes to think that he doesn't get jealous easily. he's secure in your relationship, after all. yet, when you're spending the day with one of your friends without replying to his texts as fast as you usually do, he can't help himself but feel a bit skittish at the thought of not having your attention on him - especially on a day off. he'll text you a little bit more than he usually does, updating you on what he's doing, and waiting for you to come back home as soon as you can.

☆ yoon jeonghan: if there's one thing jeonghan knows for sure, it's that you love him just as much as he loves you. there's no reason for him to be jealous in any capacity, but that doesn't mean that he won't pretend that he is. even if you're only leaving him to pick up snacks from the next best convenience store, he'll jokingly accuse you of going to see your secret lover behind his back - despite jeonghan being the one begging you to go out without him.

☆ hong jisoo: joshua is rarely jealous. he prides himself in being able to provide for you, in protecting you, and always making sure that your needs are met first and foremost. he's only ever feeling jealous whenever this sense of security for you comes from someone else instead of him. when he sees someone else offer you their jacket before he can, because he didn't notice right away that you were cold, he feels dejected; he's jealous that he wasn't first in line to assist you in times of need, no matter how trivial they may seem.

☆ wen junhui: jun is only jealous when he's overthinking. he feels a bit posessive of you and he doesn't mind admitting it when the situation allows it. when both of you decide to go out with your friends, jun is hesitant. he's not a fan of overcrowded space; overcrowded spaces with drunk men no less. yet, he doesn't want you to feel like he's holding you back in any way. so he let's you go out on your own, all while keeping an watching eye on you. and when some slightly tipsy guy approaches you, he doesn't interfere; but he cannot help himself and lets his jealousy slip, in the least dramatic way possible.

☆ kwon soonyoung: hoshi isn't jealous, he's only ... slightly territorial. he likes to be near you at all times and he enjoys physical touch a bit more than the average person. when his lips aren't on you, his hands are. he always yearns to be close to you, one way or another, preferably with his head buried in your neck. so when something someone else occupies his spot, he cannot help himself - and his jealous side is the cutest thing you've ever witnessed.

☆ jeon wonwoo: unlike what his mostly calm demeanor may suggest, wonwoo is the opposite of nonchalant. he can be very chalant, in fact, but only ever shows it when he's alone with you. when you're out together, wonwoo tends to be a little shy. he's not a fan of pda, nor does he think it's necessary for the both of you to show your love outright in public. that is, until someone else decides to flirt with you right in front of him. then, he'll do about everything to show the person in front of you that he's yours, even when it ends with you cooing at him.

☆ lee jihoon: similar, woozi doesn't need public affection to show you how much you mean to him. he always invites you out to wherever he's currently at, as quality time is one of his favoured love languages. body doubling while he's at the studio? you don't even have to ask. spotting each other at the gym? it was his idea. going out to eat together? his keys are already in his hand. so when you're focusing on someone else while he's trying to have his beloved quality time with you, he can't help himself but feel a little cranky in your presence.

☆ lee seokmin: seokmin's jealousy manifests itself openly. if his red ears aren't enough of an indicator, then the way he continuously touches you sure will be. he's gentle in his ways, his fingertips will barely graze the top of your thighs while you're focusing your attention elsewhere. he's almost shy in his affections, since he doesn't quite know yet how to approach this topic with you. he'll look at you with big eyes and a small pout on his lips, until your attention turns back to him for a brief moment. and he feels his face warm up even more.

☆ kim mingyu: mingyu might as well be named the most jealous seventeen member. don't misunderstand - like the others, he is very well aware of your affections for him. yet, this doesn't mean he's ready to willingly share you with anyone else, no matter who it is. he's a bit selfish in this way. and he loves you cooing over him too much to really feel too embarrassed to have been caught jealous. no matter who it is. (only maybe a little bit when you see him sideeye you cooing over his baby newphew instead of him.)

☆ xu minghao: minghao's jealous side is quiet. he doesn't like being jealous, because he logically speaking knows that there's nothing to be jealous of. he knows that you're just as devoted to him as he is to you. but it doesn't mean that his head is always where his heart is. whenever he can feel the little green monster rise inside his chest, he turns away from you. he needs to take a step to collect himself and his feelings, and you're with him to ease every last little worry he might has.

☆ boo seungkwan: seungkwan's jealousy manifests itself in a less ... gentle way. when he's jealous, he's insecure. he knows he's not the most ideal boyfriend one can have, considering his consistenly busy schedule and all, but he knows that he tries his best... usually. all of these rational thoughts leave his head the second he sees someone else talk to you. someone who's a bit taller than him, a bit more mature, a bit more everything he isn't. when seungkwan is jealous, he needs your reassurance and you never hesitate to give it to him.

☆ choi hansol: vernon is rarely ever actually jealous. he knows that there's no reason for him to and he trusts you too much to actually feel threatened by anything or anyone when it comes to your love. he's less jealous and more needy when he feels you slip away from him. when you're spending your days off with someone else instead of him, he can't help but miss you a lot. he's not jealous of the other person (no, really!) he just wants you to focus your attention on him and no one else (maybe a little jealous.)

☆ lee chan: as the youngest member of seventeen, chan is used to having all of the attention on him. he secretely loves being dotted on, loves having your attention on him, too. so when you're not looking after him for once, he can't help but feel a bit more clingy than he usually does. he's not a fan of you taking care of others the same way you do for him - in his mind, it's something that should be reserved for him and him only. he loves how big your heart is and how caring you are. yet, this doesn't stop him from feeling a certain way whenever you shower someone - or something - else with love the same way.

© minghaoes 2025.

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 3/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Wally runs off to comfort Maddie and you decide to follow. What you see when you finally catch up has you making a drastic decision. Word Count: 1.9k Author's Note: Let me preface this by saying there is no infidelity in this chapter. There will be no infidelity in this fic.

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Things were going better than ever with Wally. After your rendezvous in the tech booth, you felt like you had turned a page in your relationship.  

You craved Wally in a way that was nearly terrifying to you.  

All you wanted was to spend time with Wally. You trusted him with every little thought of yours, because you knew he always wanted to know what was on your mind. You gave him all your quiet moments and he filled them with his presence. You had spent years feeling like your death had put a hold on living, but with Wally, you felt like you were getting a second chance. You had never felt so whole before and the fact that your journey through the afterlife had brought you here with Wally seemed surreal.  

You felt like you had built a little bubble that was just meant for the two of you. It was where you felt safe and wanted and you didn’t want to give that up for anything or anyone. Wally’s soft looks and gentle touches lit you up inside. You were happy in a way you had never experienced when you were alive.  

You always wanted to be alone with Wally, but your promise to help Maddie meant that you had to venture out and reconvene with your friends.  

You had agreed to join the others while Simon let everyone eavesdrop on the dinner with Maddie's mom and the others. The aim of the dinner was to get Janet back to the school and thanks to the phone call Simon placed, you were able to listen in on the landline in the library.  

It seemed like a reasonable enough plan. But it wasn't long into the call before Maddie was leaving, clearly distraught. Wally tried to go after her, but Charley suggested letting Maddie cool off. But you noticed the way Wally kept watching the door, as if he kept expecting Maddie to show up again.  

You knew Wally was a good friend to Maddie. He listened to her and always made sure to check in with her to make sure she was okay. You admired that about Wally. He really was the heart of the group. But sometimes you couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit jealous of the attention he gave Maddie. You had never had anyone like Wally before and you were terrified you were going to lose him.  

You got distracted listening to the call and the next time you looked up, Wally was gone.  

You tried not to let it get to you. Wally could be anywhere. It didn't hurt that he didn't even say goodbye. It didn't mean anything.  

You were really bad at lying to yourself.  

Once the plan completely collapsed upon the arrival of the janitor, you had nothing to distract you from thinking about Wally and Maddie and whatever they might be doing together. 

"What's got you so glum?" Rhonda asked, pointing at you with her lollipop.  

"It's nothing," you lied. "Just thinking about something." 

Rhonda sighed before leaning forward and placing a hand on your shoulder. She usually wasn't the touchy feely type, so the fact she was making the effort now surprised you. "Is it about Wally running off after Maddie?" 

You refused to look at her, knowing she would read your answer in your expression.  

"You two aren't as subtle as you think you are," Rhonda continued. "You think we haven't noticed the two of you sneaking away every opportunity you get? Half the time, we don’t know where either of you are, but we know you’re together. What else could you two be doing if not each other?" 

Your shoulders slumped and you had to concede defeat. You finally turned to look at Rhonda, dislodging her hand on your shoulder. "How long have you known?" 

"Since we met with Maddie's friends," she admitted. "I had an idea there was something going on between you two before that, but it wasn't until Wally got all worked up over Simon accidentally checking you out that I knew I was right." 

"Fuck," you sighed, not sure how to feel now that Rhonda knew about your relationship with Wally. And you were sure that if Rhonda knew, then Charley had to as well.  

"Oh, yeah, totally clocked that one," Charley chimed in with a smirk once he noticed you looking at him. "Wally's nuts about you." 

"Yeah," you agreed, ignoring the look of concern on Charley's face when it came out sounding despondent.  

"If you're so worried about it, then why don't you go after him? You'll see you're worried about nothing and then you can move on from there," Charley suggested.  

"Or you'll see you had something to worry about and move on from there," Yuri added.  

Charley shushed him while Rhonda shot him a disgusted look.  

"Read the room here, Russian kid," she chided him. "We're trying to cheer Y/N up, not give her a crisis." 

"I'm just saying," Yuri defended with a shrug of his shoulders.  

You knew Charley and even Yuri to an extent were right. You couldn't wait around just hoping you were right or wrong. You would have to find out for yourself.  

"Yeah, okay," you decided. "I'll see you guys later." 

"Y/N," Charley called, prompting you to turn and look at him again. "Wally's a good guy. He wouldn't hurt you." 

"I know," you said, even if you couldn't squash the denial that was trying to worm its way into your brain. Wally was a good guy. But he might hurt you. You didn't think on purpose, but there were other ways. And you didn't want to hide from heartbreak if it was waiting for you.  

You turned your back on your friends and left the room. You nodded at Quinn as you passed her in the hallway and set about trying to find where Wally had gone in his pursuit of Maddie.  

It took you a while to find them, but when you did, you wished that you hadn't bothered. They weren't doing anything damning like kissing, but the way Wally smiled at Maddie had your chest feeling like it was going to cave in.  

You weren't sure how they both ended up in the pool or why, but watching them splash each other playfully before Wally pulled Maddie into a hug and held her in the water felt like a betrayal. Wally wouldn't. Wally would never. But all you could see were his arms wrapped around her and the dopey grin on his face he got when he was pleased with something.  

You didn't know why it felt like he had taken a knife and twisted it right into your heart, but you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. It was stupid, because you were already dead, but all you could think about was that you had something good and it was slipping away from you right before your eyes. You wanted to turn away, but you were stuck watching them through the window on the door to the pool, helpless against the pull you felt to confirm your fears.  

 Maddie had her hands twisted in the back of Wally’s shirt, practically clinging to him like a lifeline. Wally had his chin resting on Maddie’s head while he talked to her. You couldn’t hear him, but Maddie nodded her head before pulling away just enough to look up at him.  

They were so close. Too close. You could almost imagine them kissing and the thought was enough to make you feel like you might throw up.  

You couldn't watch any more. You turned away, needing to take the hurt and ground it in something real. You didn't want to fight with Wally. You didn't want to fight with Maddie.  

Inanely enough, you wanted to fight yourself. You could feel all your pain beginning to internalize in an endless litany of you simply weren't good enough.  

You found yourself drifting from one place to the next before you ended up at the one place in the school you always avoided.  

The room where you died.  

A plan began to form in your head. It was stupid. It was reckless. Everyone would wonder what the hell was wrong with you.  

But that was just it. You had no clue. Because it felt like everything was wrong with you. One perceived slight from Wally and you had gone off the deep end.  

You found yourself going to the boiler room. It was where you had stashed your object. It was a denim jacket that had been your pride and joy when you were alive. It was covered in patches and pins of your favorite bands. You had loved collecting them and adding them to your jacket. You spent so long on the placement of each patch or pin, hoping to make the most of the space and show your love for the music that felt like it was speaking directly to your soul with every lyric and riff.  

You never in a million years would have thought that the object that meant the most to you in the world would end up being what got you killed.  

When you saw it after the others discovered the box of objects linking you to your deaths, you had stashed it in the boiler room hoping to never see it again. But now, there were scars to confront and answers to uncover if you wanted to get Maddie back into her body.  

And that's all you could think about at the moment. Getting Maddie her body so she would leave and Wally wouldn't fall in love with her.  

You had never been the jealous type, but you had never had anyone to lose like Wally before. It wasn't rational and you knew it was a terrible idea that would only hurt you more, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You were lost in a haze of pain and so you grabbed your object and went back upstairs to the second-floor girl's bathroom near the pre-cal classroom.  

You weren't sure how long you stood outside the door watching the red glow around the door warning you away. Your own personal hell was right on the other side of the door and you didn't know if you were brave enough to open it.  

You had your hand on the door handle, but you hadn't made any move to actually push the door open. You knew your scar would make you relive a horrific version of your death. The memories you had suffered for years would become twisted and only torment you more than they already did.  

 Your resolve was starting to fade. You didn’t know if you had the strength to confront your death. Like Wally, your death had been quick. Over and done in just a moment. But the events that led up to it still haunted you.  

There was a laugh at the end of the hallway that tore your focus away from the door in front of you. You glanced over your shoulder to see Wally and Maddie walking in your direction. They hadn't even noticed you yet. Wally was focused on Maddie and bumping his shoulder into hers. Maddie looked up at Wally, adoration clear on her face, and you felt your heart break all over again.  

It was then Wally looked up and noticed you. You didn't even have to say anything. He knew what the room before you really meant to you. It was when his gaze dropped down to the jacket in your hand that the smile slipped off his face.  

"Y/N," he called, coming to a halt. "What are you doing?" 

"Is that--?" Maddie asked.  

"It's her scar," Wally confirmed before he took off running towards you.  

Wally was fast, but he was still too far away to stop you from opening the door and entering your scar. 

Author's Note: So someone requested more of the pool scene from the latest episode and someone else requested getting to see reader confront her scar and this probably isn't what y'all had in mind, but here we go. Yay, two-parter!

[anantaru]

i haven’t stopped thinking abt wrio like,,, bodyguard wrio,,, underground fighter wrio,,, hate sex wrio,,, god help me

cw. bodyguard wriothesley, overprotective, possessive & dom, fem! reader

bodyguard wriothesley who likes to leave you staggering on the edge of a spinning insanity when he intentionally addresses you as "sweetheart", "princess" or "my lady" whenever he follows your orders, and it really doesn't matter to him where the both of you would currently be— if, lets assume, a quick shopping spree around fontaine or something more to his own liking, such as having you pushed down on a bed by your hips, parting your legs with his knee as large hands easily slide and secure around your waist.

bodyguard wriothesley who makes your mouth fall open on a hard, broken gasp when he swiftly traps you in place right under his strong frame, spurring you into immediate action by a dirty comment such as, "you're so sensitive, my lady." was in fact, a deep sort of satisfaction that gets you to ease up and forget yourself for a second, or the obvious fact that you're currently fucking your own personal bodyguard and that it might not be the best out of all your ideas, yet it still feels so fucking fine when he does it.

and archons, does he know what to do to keep you spiraling into euphoric bliss.

bodyguard wriothesley who adores whenever you tumble over your little, pathetic mewls when he pushes his fat tip inside of you for the very first time this night, and he notices how you're tightening up a bit when he adds another inch and spits on your cunt to have you all wet and nice, deep drags penetrating your most delicious spots while you're still loose enough that wriothesley can rub over your pulsating walls splendidly, tasting the soft clench of a warm, sore pussy on his throbbing girth.

bodyguard wriothesley who hooks up a smile at you, pearly whites grabbing your attention, admiring just how unbelievably cute you were— his boss, his princess and he could spend his entire day fucking you just the way you wanted it, with his dripping dick shafting through your pussy, manhandling you while plunging his lips against your tits to attach his hungry mouth to your nipples.

and how good you were, ah what a sight, able to swallow his cock, despite its size, working your sopping insides into the vast shape of his length so you're all marked up for him, because do keep in mind for a second— he was the one protecting you, and he would lie to himself if he'd say he couldn't become a little too possessive every now and then, while watching out that no one would bother you, no guy talk to you and wriothesley loved taking care of your needs, in many more ways than an outside person would assume— whilst all the others who even dared to look your precious, enticing way?

they aren't even half as tall as him, half as strong as him or most importantly, half as good in bed as him— the man was confident that no other was able to make you scream and enjoy yourself just the way he did.

and you were aware of that, sometimes cursing yourself as to why you let it go on for so long and be that unprofessional— but then he's here to quickly make you regret nothing at all— with your mind hanging in the clouds, still blank and the loud blows of gluttonous moans and your sexes bumping against each other, that you'd never ever feel more protected by any other individual, only him, your hands swiftly finding flaming solace in his soft locks when you hide yourself in his warm neck, pressing frenzied smooches around his defined shoulder as wriothesley groans out deep, "fuck— princess!", sensing how you're about to lose yourself to a high.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[parkerluvsu]

ANGELEYES (virgin! art donaldson x fem! reader)

(my first halloween fic.. i don't have the energy to do kinktober <3)

art donaldson is a virgin. a big fat virgin. it's his biggest secret, the only person who knows about it is patrick, and he endlessly makes fun of him for it. it's hard living in the shadow of such a sex prodigy like him, patrick had been relaying stories of heavy makeout sessions and 7 minutes in heaven with random girls ever since middle school. art has been on a multitude of double dates with patrick, only for them to end with him and a girl sitting awkwardly next to him while patrick and his date messily makeout on the couch next to him.

of course art tried to mimic patrick, his smooth words and even smoother hands.. but never successfully. the longest he's ever had a girlfriend was only 5 months.. and she broke up with him on valentines day. this year was the first year he actually had a girlfriend on a semi-romantic holiday. or at least art thought it was, he remembers every year that couples in cute costumes walked by and made him want to cry. and even worse was the halloween parties, with drunk college students wearing stupid costumes and grinding on each other, leaving art to sip on a room temperature beer in the corner.

art was abruptly brought back to reality when you tapped on his shoulder, alerting him to the fact that he wasn't still in a stupid party, he was lodged in a costume store dressing room, holding on to the costumes you still wanted to try on. "what do you think?" you spin around, showing him the back of your cheesy tennis player costume. art chuckles, shaking his head, "i think it's offensive.." he jokes, of course you look cute but he can't stop himself from thinking that you'd never be able to move around a court in that stupid uniform. "hand me another one art.." he gives you the next costume, turning to face the wall while you change. "you know you can look.. right? im your girlfriend aren't i?" art blushes and he's thankful you can't see his face. "i- im just being respectful" he says, seeming genuinely concerned about offending you. you let the issue go as you zip up the costume, tapping art on the shoulder.

when you got home, you set down your costume and turned to art. "so now what are you gonna be? we should match right?" he nods shyly, not exactly knowing how to enter this unfamiliar territory. "i guess you could be a devil too and then we could match.." you look at art for inspiration, and settle on his baby blue eyes, biting your lip before getting an idea. "oh i know! you should be an angel! it'll be great!" you say, already envisioning art in a pretty white costume. art blushes, "isn't that.. like a girl costume?" he doesn't mean to offend you and it's not like he hates the idea but.. he doesn't want to embarrass himself. "no not at all! cmon art it'll be so cute.. you'll be my little angel!" you almost squeal, immediately taking out your phone to look for costumes. art nods slowly.. realizing that he doesn't really care what he dresses up as.. as long as he's yours.

art almost drops the costumes he's holding when he sees the little red skirt, tank top and horns you have on, accompanied by a pair of fluffy wings on your back. "what d'you think? it kind of looks silly don't you think?" you turn back to face art. he shakes his head silently, his eyes wide, looking you up and down. you giggle, "guess we have a winner then!". you leave the store that day with a devil costume in a bag, and art leaves with a tent in his pants.

art has never considered himself religious. he was raised to go to sunday school and church and all those other fun events, but he never believed any of it. so why did he feel so guilty when he got hot and heavy seeing you in that costume? maybe it was the fact that he was always reprimanded as a child for liking things that he shouldn't.. playing with dolls, stealing his moms clothes... and maybe even looking a little too long at girls from church. now he still felt like he could get caught any moment doing something he wasn't supposed to, even though he wasn't in that environment anymore.

you're putting on lip gloss, using your phone for a mirror when art pops out of the bathroom, having a little trouble getting the fake wings to fit though the doorframe. you put your things down, standing up to meet him, "oh art.. you look so good.. this costume is perfect for you, don't you think?" you say, looking him up and down. art blushes, trying to avoid your gaze "i- i guess so.." he says, trying to downplay the fact that he likes the costume so much. you pick up on his tone, and decide to speak up. "what? you don't like it?" he shakes his head quickly, "no.. no that's not it.. it's like the opposite.. maybe i like it a little too much" he looks away, shifting from foot to foot. you smile knowingly, not surprised that he feels this way. art let's you guide him to sit on the edge of your bed. "well, why do you like it so much?" you ask, wanting to see if he'll be honest.

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when halloween night finally comes around, art finds himself staring in the mirror, tugging at the tight white t-shirt that came with his costume, shifting his back and shoulders to re-adjust the wings sitting heavy on his back. god.. what's patrick gonna think about this? he's probably gonna be made fun of relentlessly.. but there's a feeling in the bottom of his stomach when he looks at himself.. he can't deny that he likes what he sees. he's just nervous for you to see him too, what if you laugh? what if you think he looks silly? what if you make fun of him? all these thoughts swirl around in his head as he leaves your bathroom, stepping into your bedroom as you look up from your phone.

art mulls that over in his head, pretty.. did he feel pretty? was he pretty? he's a boy isn't he.. was he even allowed to be pretty? even with all these thoughts swirling in his head he knows the foundational truth: he likes when he say that, he likes when you call him pretty. you bring art back to reality by kissing him softly, leaning closer to him. arts tentative hands grab hold of your waist, squeezing tight when you slip your tongue into his mouth. "won't you let me take care of you art?" he nods, knowing that you saw the bulge in his pants the moment he stepped out of the bathroom.

you run your hands over arts warm skin, swinging your leg over his lap in order to straddle him. "we'll go slow, alright? don't be scared" you whisper, pressing your lips to his once again. art whines against you, his hips jerking under you even with the simple makeout session. art finds it easy to let you take the lead, you always do, in every facet of your relationship, and art likes to just turn his brain off when he's with you. he lets you run your fingers through his hair, pulling off the silly halo headband while you do. art shivers when you make your way down to his neck, sharp canine teeth poking and pulling at his skin. you pull at the hem of arts shirt, "can i take this off?" you ask, waiting for a nod before pulling it off of him, pressing your lips on his again and raking your nails down his chest, almost making him curl up on himself.

you were so warm inside, hot even, he could feel your every move from the inside, every ridge and squishy spot made him take a shuddering breath. you try to lift up again to establish a rhythm, but arts hands keep you still, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. after a few seconds, he takes his hands away, letting you start to bounce gently. his moans and whines become almost screams, "k-keep goingg please.." "y'r so warm 'nside" "never wanna stop.. wanna do this f-forever" he feels himself approaching his peak far too quick, but he cant stop, he couldn't even if he wanted to, he needs you to keep going, he needs you to touch him, he needs you to love him. you can feel art start to move his hips with you, planting his feet on the mattress and pushing up, slamming into you with the last of his strength before his whole body goes taut, shaking and shivering before you feel him cum inside you, even through the condom.

you kiss some more, before you pull away to take a breath and look at him. arts pretty pink cheeks and white wings contrast perfectly, only making your heart beat faster. "do you wanna see me?" you gesture to your chest, covered by a skimpy red tank top. art nods very quickly, almost getting dizzy. "y-yeah, yes please" he says, watching with stars in his eyes as you strip off your shirt, exposing your chest to him. art almost gasps when you take hold of his hands and place them on your boobs, letting him experiment and touch and squeeze to his hearts content, you want to giggle at his facial expressions but you don't want to make him self conscious. "c-can we keep going?" he asks, hands still on your breasts. you smile and laugh, nodding. "alright art.. can you take off your pants for me?" art almost thinks his heart stops when you ask him to do that, still getting it through his head to nod slowly. he shuffles them down his legs, his blue boxers already a little stained from the precum leaking from the makeout sessions. you shift closer to him, sitting between his spread legs. "ill be gentle okay?" you start slow, running your fingers softly over his bulge, smiling when you feel him twitch under your touch. tapping his hip to signal him to lift his hips up, art complies, suddenly feeling self conscious at the fact that no one has ever seen him like this before.. he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do, or say. you notice this of course, placing your palm on his hip, "you're doing great art" he visibly relaxes at your touch, sinking into your bed. he lets you touch him softly again, with no barrier this time, he's softer than you thought, his pretty pink head already drooling, the pronounced veins on the sides pulsing. you wish you could take a polaroid of this moment, the look of his innocent white wings contrasting from the very lewd image in front of you. art slaps a hand over his mouth, his brows furrowed, he's never had anyone else touch him here, your hand feels so much different than his own, so much softer and warmer. art has to concentrate his best on not cumming immediately, the sensation of your hand jerking him off becoming overwhelming. he has to reach down and push your hand away before he cums, wanting to save the best part for later. "i-im sorry i didn't wanna.. cum" he says, his face flushed red. you smile, understanding his predicament. "it's okay, i did the same my first time too.. do you have a condom?" art nods quickly, opening up a packet of condoms he bought a little prematurely maybe.. but he wanted to be prepared no matter what happened. art had taken a sex ed class before, but putting a condom on himself versus a banana were very different, so you had to help him roll it down his length. art does nothing but watch you throw your panties to the side, again climbing into his lap. "like i said, we'll go slow, tell me if you don't like how it feels yeah?" art agrees, placing his large hands on your hips in an attempt to prepare, but nothing could prepare him for this.

you move your hips slowly to let him cool off, before slipping off of him and settling down beside him. you take off the condom for him, cum dripping onto his stomach before you can throw it away. you place your head on arts chest, unable to resist dipping your finger into the drops of cum on his stomach, the translucent liquid almost glowing on his pale skin. you can't help the word that escapes your mouth, "angel..." you whisper against his skin, not thinking he's back to his senses yet. art perks up a little, hoping he heard what he thought he heard, "w-what?" "nothing" <3

art sighs, not even knowing why he likes it so much. "i dunno, i guess i feel.. nice in it.. like it's natural?" you nod along with his words, encouraging him to keep talking. "like when i put it on, it kind of made me get butterflies.." you nod, seeing where this was going. "you thought you looked pretty yeah? i mean i always say you look like an angel, this just proves my point" you remark, placing a gentle hand on his thigh. "yeah.. well you're right as always.."

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He Calls you Clingy - Seo Changbin

Changbin x FemReader

Trigger Warnings: Cussing, hospitalization, weightlifting injury, appearance of San and Wooyoung from Ateez (Not really a trigger warning), groveling, sickening fluff from Changbin,

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: You and Changbin had been best friends but realized that there was something more between you. Years down the road you are now his fiancé and you want to treat him and the boys to a homemade meal, but Changbin is having an off day and he gets upset with you. He takes his anger and stress out on you, when you get upset you try to work out to feel better but end up injuring yourself. Changbin tries to make it up to you at first but you don't let him, it takes you over a month before you even think about forgiving him. In the end do you forgive him or will that be the end of your relationship?

Screenshots: 1

Photos aren't mine except for the screenshot, credit goes to the photographers

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin

When I had first met Changbin, I never thought that he and I would be anything more than friends. We had met as kids, quickly becoming best friends, stuck to each other like glue. When he left to train as a trainee I was heartbroken but I knew that it was something that he always wanted and it was something that I would without a doubt support him in. The day he left, I was going to tell him how I felt but I knew that I couldn’t put him in that position. I couldn’t drop that on him right as he had to go and deal with something that would

be extremely stressful. So I waited, standing on the sidelines as his best friend, watching as he became closer with the other members of Stray Kids, as he dated when the dating ban was dropped and I didn’t let him see that each time he was with someone new it broke me. But it all hit a turning point when I had dealt with an abusive relationship and turned to him for help. I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself anymore and had finally told him how I felt. I didn’t know if he would feel the same or not but I couldn’t keep it to myself, I needed him to at least know. To my surprise he felt the same and that was why all of his relationships never ended up working out. That was three years ago and just over a year ago Changbin had asked me to marry him. I knew that I would do anything and everything to make sure that Changbin had everything that he could ever want in life and I knew that he would do the same for me. 

Present:

With Changbin and I’s wedding coming up soon, both he and I were thankful that he had a break from tour for a few months before their second leg. I was thankful that for right now I didn’t have to continue to plan the wedding on my own, yes I did have the help of a wedding planner but it still wasn’t the same without Changbin there with me. I knew that he hated being away from me while I was doing this but he didn’t have a choice. We tried our best with the time differences and called when he could so that he could feel included in the planning. When they go to South America and North America, I plan to go with them since my job allows me to work remotely and for the most part the rest of the wedding planning can be done over the phone. 

When I had told Changbin that I would be able to go with him, the look of pure excitement on his face was priceless. He had always said that whenever I was able to travel with him that it eased his stress levels and so the fact that I would be with him for close to three months while he was touring would be extremely helpful for his stress. I knew that even before I told Binnie that I needed to clear it with their managers and Chan, and thankfully as long as I stayed out of the way for the most part they were completely fine with me coming along. They even asked if I could take some behind the scene photos for them when possible since my job was a photographer. 

Recently, while the guys had been getting ready to leave for the next leg of the tour Changbin had been more antsy and more short tempered. I tried to not hold it against him but sometimes it was hard, especially when all I wanted was his comfort but he just wanted to be left alone. I knew he was stressed, so I tried to pull back more and rely on him less for the comfort that I used to seek from him, just so that I wouldn’t stress him out more. I didn’t tell him that I was stressed about traveling with him now that news of our engagement was out. His fans had been somewhat supportive when they found out that we were dating but when they found out that we were going to get married their support switched and they began to send hate, claiming that I wasn’t enough for him and that I would never be enough for him. I knew that I wasn’t as talented as him, and that my career wasn’t as important as his but I tried my best to be what he needed and I wished that his fans could see that. Not that I would ever tell him this, but sometimes I wonder if marrying him is the right choice, sometimes I wonder if I should let him find someone that his fans would like better, someone that is better suited for him than I am. 

Chan knows about the hate that I get and says that I should tell Changbin but I can’t find it in myself to add more stress into his life right now. I know at some point I need to tell him but right now is not that time. One thing that helps me feel closer to Binnie is working out with him, for me it’s not about staying in shape or gaining muscle, it’s about spending that quality time with him. But the last few times that Binnie and I have gone to work out, things have felt different. He has seemed to want to go off and do his own thing, not wanting to spend the time to make sure that my form is correct and that I won’t hurt myself. I try to not let it get to me but I am also scared that if I use the wrong form I’ll end up hurting myself and I’ve tried to tell Changbin about this but he tells me that I have nothing to worry about because even though he isn’t right next to me he is still keeping an eye on me. It should make me feel relieved but it doesn’t, I want it to go back to the way it used to be, where he would help me work out and then when my short work out was finished I would sit and watch him work out. Now it’s almost like we aren’t even actually working out together, we just show up to the gym together and leave together, otherwise everything else is done separately. 

It had been a few days since Changbin and I had gone to the gym and I had barely seen him in passing due to them having a comeback coming up. I knew that they were busy but I also knew that he always made time for the gym. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask him if I could join him at the gym tomorrow, when he gets home tonight since I knew he would be there tomorrow anyways. 

Later that Night:

I tried to stay up until Binnie got home but I ended up falling asleep on the couch before he got home. When I heard the front door close, I noticed that it was close to 2 in the morning. I knew that he said it would be late but I didn’t realize that it would be this late when he got home. I quickly jumped up, ready to greet him, excited to see him even if it was just for a little while but when I came face to face with him, the look on his face told me all that I needed to know. Whatever they were recording at the studio today must not have gone well because he looked tired and angry and when he saw that I was still awake his usual bright and happy demeanor was nowhere to be seen. 

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, clearly annoyed that I was awake.

“I wanted to wait for you, I feel like I’ve barely seen you the last few days. I know you’ve been busy preparing for the upcoming comeback.” “Yeah, I have been busy. I can’t be at your every beck and call.” “I don’t expect you to be Binnie, I just wanted to stay up to spend a little time with you tonight while you got ready for bed.” “Well just go to bed, I still have more work that I need to get done.” “But it’s already so late. Shouldn’t you get some sleep?”

“Y/n. Stop. I don’t need you to worry about me, you are not my mother. I can worry about myself, and if you can’t back the fuck off then I will stay at the dorms until this comeback is over.” “I’m sorry.” I take a sharp inhale, not expecting him to get this angry at me, I know that I can’t ask now if he wants to go to the gym tomorrow. 

I don’t give any other response other than I’m sorry, I slowly head up to our room. Trying my best to keep my breathing even and the tears at bay until I’m in our room but it doesn’t work very well and I have to pause in the hallway to catch my breath to prevent myself from breaking out into sobs. As soon as I get myself back under control I rush into our usually shared bedroom and climb into the cold bed, knowing that he more than likely won’t be coming to bed tonight, working on the comeback until he has to go back into the studio with Chan and Han. I try to take slow breaths but slowly they come out as sobs and soon I am crying myself to sleep, wondering if things will ever go back to normal. 

The next Morning:

I want today to be a better day, maybe yesterday was just an off day for Binnie and he didn’t mean what he said. I know him and the rest of the guys have busy schedules but it wouldn’t hurt for me to bring in lunch for them and see Binnie for a little while. I quickly prepared everything for all of the boys before heading to the JYP building, excited to see Binnie and the rest of the guys. Thankfully the front desk ladies knew who I was and quickly let me in, wishing me a good day. It's nice to have such friendly people here.

When I get up to the floor where the boys are, I can hear them practicing hard for their main track. When I peek into the practice room I can see that they are all dancing hard and seem to have been dancing for the better part of the morning. It would be good for all of them to take a break and eat a decent meal. Felix is the first person to notice me looking into the room, he doesn’t say anything but his smile breaks out and soon the rest of the guys notice as well. When Changbin noticed me, I thought that maybe he would also be excited to see me but he barely looked my way. 

“Y/nnie, what are you doing here?” Felix asks excitedly as soon as the song ends.

“I brought you all some lunch, I figured you all might enjoy a home cooked meal.” “That’s so sweet of you.” Han calls across the room, taking a break from drinking his water.

“I wanted to do something for you all, I know how hard all of you are working for this comeback.” “Y/n, it’s very sweet that you brought food. But are you planning on staying long, we have more work to do.” Changbin asks, sounding almost annoyed.

“I was going to stay to eat with you all, but if there’s too much that you all have to do. I can leave you to eat.”

“That would be better, and next time please text before you decide to just drop by.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that I was causing trouble.”

“Y/n, of course you aren’t causing any trouble. Bin, she can stay to eat, we can take a long enough break to eat and chat with her.” Channie butt’s in, trying to make the awkward conversation less awkward.

“No, no Channie, it’s ok.”

I don’t wait for a response from any of them, deciding that it would be better to save myself the embarrassment and just leave. It’s obvious that Changbin is still in his mood from last night and I don’t want to make it worse. I was so in my own head that I didn’t hear Changbin follow me out of the dance studio, it wasn’t until he grabbed my arm that I noticed he was there. 

“Why did you come here without asking if it was ok first?”

“Binnie, I really didn’t think that it would be an issue. It wasn’t an issue in the past.” “Well it’s an issue now.” “Look, Binnie. I’m sorry that I showed up here without confirming first with you, that it was ok. I didn’t mean to upset you, that wasn’t my intention at all. Maybe after a gym session together, things will feel better, yea?” “Jesus y/n. First you waited for me last night, then you showed up at my job unannounced, and now you want to encroach on my gym time. Why can you not get the hint that I want my gym time back, there is a reason that I go off and do my own thing now. I understand that you told me you were clingy when we first started dating, and I know I said I liked that but Jesus this isn’t clingy, this is borderline obsessive.”

“I’m sorry Binnie, I’ll give you back your gym time. I didn’t realize that you didn’t want me there with you anymore.” “You are so clingy y/n that I don’t even know if I want this marriage with you anymore. I cannot handle this right now, until the comeback is finished and out, I’m staying at the dorm.”

Before I can even respond to him, he’s turned away from me and walking back into the practice room. I don’t know how long I stood there in shock before slowly making my way back to our shared apartment. I knew that they still had a few months left of preparing for the comeback, which meant that if Changbin was serious, he would be staying at the dorms for the next few months. In a fog I decided that I wanted to be helpful for him, and pack a few of the clothes that I thought he might want, saving him the trouble of having to do so himself. 

When I finished packing those things for him, I texted Chan to let him know that the few bags were ready to be picked up whenever. I couldn’t stay in that apartment, the heartbreak of Changbin calling me clingy and telling me that he didn’t know whether or not he still wanted to marry me was eating me alive. I decided to do the one thing that allowed me to feel close to him, even when he wasn’t near. 

I threw on my gym clothes and slowly made my way to the gym, it still felt like I was in a fog. The main thing that I worked on in the gym was my arms and my legs. Today I knew that I would get the most relief from my upper body, so I began to set up my weights to begin my upper body workout. I had my headphones in and wasn’t paying attention to who was around me, I wasn’t paying good attention to what weights I was grabbing. If I had paid attention I would have seen that the weights that I grabbed were too heavy for my ability. I grab the weights and begin to try and do presses, it’s a little harder than I remember but I ignore it and continue to press through. I get about halfway through my second set when I begin to really feel the burn of it. I know that I should stop and go down to a lower weight but I don’t want to think about anything and if I stop doing that I know that I will think about Changbin. If I stopped to change the weights, I’d see that a concerned San and Wooyoung, two of Changbins friends, were watching me struggle with the weight. I begin to press up again when I feel a sickening crack in my left bicep, I lose all control over my arm and drop the weight, an excruciating pain overtakes my body and I collapse. 

San and Wooyoung rush over when they notice that I collapsed, I try to tell them that I’m fine and that they can go back to their workout but neither of them listen. San quickly clears the weights from around me while Wooyoung tries his best to make sure that I’m ok. 

“Jesus y/n are you ok?” Wooyoung asks, trying his best to check me over and see what’s wrong.

“Why doesn’t he want me anymore?” I practically sob.

“What are you talking about y/n, who doesn’t want you?” San asks as he kneels next to Wooyoung.

“Changbin.” “What are you on about? Of course he wants you, he loves you.” Wooyoung tries to comfort me.

“I really don’t think that he does anymore. Not based on what he said today and how he acted today.” “Let's get you to the hospital, the pain is making you say untrue things. I know Changbin and he loves you.” San responds.

Before I can respond to either of them I pass out from the pain. The next time that I woke up, San was sitting next to me while the nurse was checking my vitals. By the looks of it, it was somewhat late because the sun had set. I didn’t know where Wooyoung went, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the fact that my relationship with Changbin was over. He no longer wanted to be with me, and I don’t think any amount of convincing will change his mind. 

“I’m glad to see that you are awake.” San said as soon as he noticed that I was awake.

“What happened?”

“You passed out from the pain, you lifted too much weight and ended up breaking your arm. We tried to call Changbin but he didn’t answer so I stayed here with you while Wooyoung went to go get him and tell him what happened.” “You shouldn’t have done that. He’s preparing for a comeback, he doesn’t want to be disturbed. That’s the whole reason he’s staying at the dorms instead of at home with me.” “He’s been staying at the dorms?”

“He said he’s going to. This morning, or at least I think that it was this morning. What day is it?”

“It’s the same day.” “He told me this afternoon, when I dropped lunch off for them that I should have called and asked if it was ok. And I should have known that the gym was his time, and when he stopped helping me, that I should have realized that I wasn’t wanted there during his gym sessions anymore.” “I don’t think he meant it y/n.”

“San, he said that he didn’t know if he wanted to marry me anymore.” “Whoa.”

Wooyoung’s POV:

With San staying with y/n until she woke up, I knew that I had to rush to the JYP building to find Changbin to get him to the hospital. We tried to text and call him but he didn’t respond to either and I did try to call one of the other guys but they also didn’t answer. I was almost to their building when San texted me, letting me know that Changbin might not be too happy to be bothered right now, and he also told me about what he said to y/n. I know that I don’t know her very well, but she’s always been super sweet and super caring and has done absolutely nothing to warrant his harsh words. 

Thankfully the front desk ladies let me in without much effort, just a quick hello and telling them that I was there to see Changbin and they were more than happy to let me through. I really wasn’t happy with what he had said to y/n, if you love your partner, you don’t say something like that to them. The first member that I saw of Stray Kids was Felix and Seungmin, both boys were surprised to see me. 

“Wooyoung? What are you doing here?” Felix was the first to recover from the shock of seeing me in their building.

“I’m looking for Changbin, do you know where he is?”

“Umm, last I saw him he was in the recording studio with Han and Chan.” Seungmin answered.

“Perfect, would you mind showing me where that is?”

“Oh, uh yeah sure. Why are you looking for him though?” Felix asked, as we began to walk towards the recording studio.

“It’s about y/n.” “Is she ok?” Seungmin asked, from what I knew he was pretty close to her.

“She had an accident and is at the hospital. Don’t worry, I didn’t leave her there alone. San is with her.”

“What happened?” Both boys ask simultaneously.

“She tried to lift too heavy of a weight and ended up breaking her arm.” “What!?” Both boys seemed mortified.

“She’s ok, they did have to bring her into surgery to repair the break but she was out of surgery and stable when I left.” “Let's get you up to changbin. He’ll be worried about her, and the fact that he wasn’t there when he finds out about what happened.”

I don’t want them to think badly of their Hyung so I don’t mention the fact that he told her that he doesn’t want to go to the gym with her anymore and that he doesn’t know if he wants to marry her anymore. My whole goal here is to get Changbin to the hospital, not turn his members against him. But if he doesn’t get his shit together and realize that his words will actually push her away, he might actually lose her for good. I want them to both be happy, but I don’t want y/n to suffer because Changbin is being an idiot. 

When we get to the studio that the three boys are working in, I can hear them laughing and I can clearly tell that they are completely unaware of what happened to y/n. Honestly that pisses me off because while she’s in the hospital thinking that Changbin doesn’t want her, he’s over here laughing and having a jolly good time with his friends. 

“Thank you boys, I’ve got it from here.” “Are you sure?” Felix asks, seemingly unsure.

“Yea, don’t worry.” with that I turn away from the two younger boys and enter the recording studio without knocking.

“Wooyoung? What are you doing here?” Chan asks when he notices me standing by the door.

“I’m here for Changbin.” “Why are you here for me?” “Because, apparently you lack the ability to pay attention to your phone.”

“We’ve been working so I haven’t been looking at it. Why is something wrong?”

“Yeah, it’s y/n.” “Jesus, she dragged you into this whole thing now too?” “She didn’t do anything. She couldn’t.” “She couldn’t?” “You don’t even realize what you are doing, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Chan, Han, you might want to stand between us because he is pissing me off.” “What is going on, Wooyoung. Wooyoung can you please explain?” Chan asks as he steps in between Changbin and I.

“Y/n, believes that Changbin doesn’t want her anymore. Believes that he doesn’t want to marry her anymore.” “What, why on earth would she think that? Binnie absolutely adores her.”

“Why don’t you tell them what you told her Changbin.” I almost sneer at him, trying to contain my anger.

“What is he talking about?” Han asks.

“I-I.” “Go on, tell them. If you don’t, I will.” “I got upset with her, when she came to drop off lunch for us.”

“Got upset, how exactly?” Chan asks, trying to get more information.

“I said some things that I shouldn’t have.” “No. You need to clarify exactly what you said to her.”

“I-I called her clingy.” He looks down at the ground ashamed.

“What else?”

“I told her that she was borderline obsessive, and that she kept encroaching on my gym time. And even after she tried to apologize, I told her that I wasn’t sure if I still wanted to marry her.” “Jesus Christ Changbin, what the fuck.” Han looks at him mortified.

“Why the hell would you say that to her?” Chan asks, looking completely disappointed in him.

“That’s not all, I told her that until the comeback was done and out, I would be staying at the dorms.”

“That explains why I got a text from her telling me that you had a few bags that could be picked up.” Chan responded.

“You don’t deserve her Changbin, but I'm telling you this anyways. She was extremely distraught after what you said to her and decided to go to the gym by herself, where she proceeded to lift weights that were too heavy and she didn’t listen to her body. The weight snapped the bone in her arm, Changbin.” “What?”

“She’s in the hospital because she broke her arm.” “No. She knows to listen to her body's limits, she would know to not push it.” “No Changbin, she wouldn’t. Not when she’s distraught and heartbroken. Searching for any form of relief from the pain that you caused.”

“I-I didn’t mean to.” “Well you did. So you need to choose. Either you come to the hospital and try and salvage what’s left of your relationship or stay here. But I am going back to the hospital.” WIth that I turn to leave the room, I don’t wait to see whether or not he joins me.

Your POV:

San does his best to try and distract me from the fact that Changbin isn’t here. Part of me thought that maybe, just maybe he would be here after he heard about what happened but I knew that it was just wishful thinking. I wanted to tell San to go home but I knew that he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t want to leave me alone, when all I want right now is to be alone. I don’t know how long it’s been that San and I have been sitting in silence when we hear a knock on the door. San gets up to see who it was, I can hear whoever was at the door and San having a quiet conversation. San looks back at me, then back to the door before closing it quietly and walking over to the bed.

“Y/n, Wooyoung just told me that Changbin is here out in the hallway. He wants to see you.” “He’s here? Why is he here?” “Apparently Wooyoung somehow convinced him to come here.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he is here.” “He wants to talk to you.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/n, you don’t have to talk to him.”

“I owe it to him to end things officially with me, I can’t just assume that he’s ending things.”

“You don’t know that he’s ending things.” “He doesn’t want to marry me anymore.”

San doesn’t know how to respond so instead he just turns to go and get Changbin. I try my best to prepare myself for what’s about to happen but I know that I will never be ready to no longer wake up to Changbin. To his goofy personality, to his random singing, so his warm hugs and late night cuddles. 

“Y/n, thank god you’re ok.” Changbin said as soon as he saw me.

“Why are you here?”

“I came as soon as I heard about what happened. Why wouldn’t I be here, you’re my fiancé.” “Am I? Because after this afternoon, you made it pretty obvious where I stand with you.” “No, no. I was wrong and I didn’t mean it.”

“No Changbin, you did mean it. You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t mean it.” “I was stressed and I took that stress out on you. I swear that I didn’t mean it y/n, of course I still want to marry you.” “Changbin, I don’t know. What you said really hurt.”

“I swear that I didn’t mean it.”

“Changbin, I can’t do this right now. I need time.”

“I can give you time, just please, I beg of you don’t end things. Let me prove to you that I’m sorry, whenever you are ready, let me prove to you that I am sorry.” “I don’t know yet, Changbin.”

Three Weeks Later: 

For the last three weeks Changbin has been giving me the space that I’ve asked for, but I could still feel his presence. He would leave things for me at my front door, food and supplies that he thought that I might want or need. I wanted to tell him to stop but at the same time I really appreciated it, but I definitely wouldn’t tell him that. I didn’t want to give him any hint that I might forgive him, because he still hadn’t earned my forgiveness. 

San and Wooyoung made it an everyday thing to come over and check on me, see if I needed anything or wanted anything. They also made sure to keep Changbin from bothering me too much, not anymore than he already was. I did really appreciate them coming over and helping me because it was super hard for me to cook, normally Changbin was the one who did the cooking and I washed the dishes but without him here I was left to try and cook for myself. It wasn’t easy to cook with only one arm, I knew that I should try and ask for more help but I also didn’t want to be a burden to more people. I decided to bite the bullet and ask someone I knew would jump at the first chance to help me right now. 

The Next Day: 

The next day in the middle of the afternoon I heard a knock on my door. I was hesitant to open it because I knew that it was Changbin and this would be the first time that I saw him since I was in the hospital. When I opened the door, he had multiple bags full of supplies to cook for me. He was trying his best to hide his smile when he saw me but he wasn’t doing a very good job at it, even though I didn’t want it to it made my own heart flutter. 

“Y/n, how are you feeling? How’s your arm feeling?” Changbin asks, as I let him in.

“I’m feeling ok, my arm aches sometimes but it’s feeling ok most of the time.”

“Are you taking anything for the pain?”

“There isn’t much that I can take for the pain actually, but I do take some Tylenol to try and ease the pain a little.” “Does it help?”

“A little, but the doctors said that it would ache for a while.” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. This never should have happened.” “There’s nothing that can be done about it now Changbin. All I can do now is deal with it.” “Still, I should have just been honest with you but instead I was an ass and I was petty and it resulted in you getting injured.” “Changbin, there were a lot of things that should have been done differently. But this wasn’t your fault, it was mine because I shouldn’t have gone to work out when I was upset. If I had waited, I would have known to listen to my body and knew that the weight was too much for me.”

“No! I should have never gotten mad at you for wanting to eat with us and I should want to work out with you because I always want to spend time with you. Being stressed from work is no excuse to treat you the way that I did, you never deserved that. And I will forever be sorry for that.”

“No, I should have known better to ask before just showing up and I should have known that the gym was your ‘you’ time.”

“You can come to the studio whenever you want y/n, come to the gym with me, spend time with me. Please, I beg you to cling to me. These last three weeks have felt like hell for me, I never want to go through this again. I hate that I treated you the way that I did, I love you more than anything and I can’t believe that I treated you that way.”

“Changbin, I-”

“No, I am so sorry.” Before I can even respond he’s hugging me. I don’t know what to say to him, so I just do my best to lightly hug him back. 

Two weeks later:

I tried my best to continue to stay mad at Changbin but he continued to show me how sorry he was. No matter how much he continued to show that he was sorry, part of me was scared to let him back in because what if it happened again, what if he went back to how he was before? I don’t want to be treated that way again, but late at night part of me missed him so much. I missed how he would hold me close to him, I missed how he would laugh at my dumb jokes and make me feel like the most special girl in the world. I love him more than anything, but I’m scared that he’s only acting like this so that I’ll forgive him. Even though I’m scared, I want to trust him, I want to trust that he’s sincere and isn’t doing this just so that I’ll forgive him. I’m so in my head that I don’t hear the knocking on the door until there’s almost pounding, when I open the door, I see a panicked Changbin.

“Are you ok? You weren’t answering the door.” “I’m ok, I’ve just been out of it today.” “Is something wrong, do you want to talk about it?” “I guess I’m just scared.” “Scared about what?”

“That this is all fake, that it’ll all change if I do forgive you.”

“Oh y/n. I know that I wasn’t the partner that I should have been in the past, but I can promise you, if you do end up forgiving me I will do everything in my power to show you everyday how sorry I am and how much I love you. I regret it everyday how I treated you, I should have cherished you more, should have loved you more.”

“I- I don’t know what to say Changbin.” “You don’t need to say anything. I love you and I didn’t show you that properly.” “I’m scared. I’m so scared Changbin.” “I know baby, I know. But I promise, I will never, ever treat you that way again.” “Changbin.”

“Jagi, I promise on my life that I will never treat you like this again. I don’t want to lose you, I almost lost you from my stupidity.” He pulls me into him, holding me tightly but making sure to watch out for my arm. 

“This is the only other chance that I will give you Changbin, don’t fuck up again.” “I swear on everything that I love, I will not fuck up again. I cannot live without you, it felt like life wasn’t worth living when I wasn’t with you.” He leans in to kiss me. 

I know that things won’t be perfect between us, not for a long while but I know that slowly things will get better as long as we both work at it. We both made mistakes that caused us to have issues, not one person was solely at fault for this, we both were at fault. But we love each other enough to know that we want to make it work. 

That night, as we both lay in bed I know that we are on the right track to our path of happiness. Changbin has his arm wrapped around me while my head is resting on his chest, making sure to not bother my arm. We talked about our days and what we wanted to do tomorrow since we both had the day off, a rare occurrence for Changbin. It felt nice to finally be back in his arms after over a month of barely seeing him and not getting to be in his arms. 

Epilogue:

It’s been three months since I forgave Changbin, and he has made an effort everyday to show me that he is sorry and will never treat me that way again. Changbin let me know that he would be at the studio today and would be there for most of the day. I wanted to surprise him and the boys with a homemade lunch since I knew they all had a bad habit of forgetting to eat. Except for Changbin, that man loved to eat and would probably rather die before forgetting to eat. 

I was scared to show up at the JYP building because the last time that I did, things didn’t go smoothly and I didn’t see Changbin for a month. I took a deep breath and packed up the meal that I prepared for the boys and myself, excited to see them and my fiancé. I wanted to let Changbin know that I would be coming but he had let me know that they wouldn’t be on his phone at all, so there was no point in letting him know. 

When I showed up to the building, the front desk ladies immediately let me in and thankfully helped me with the elevator since my arms were full. I was thankful that I had my cast removed the month before, otherwise I would have really struggled with bringing them food. When I finally got up to the practice room, I could hear the boys practicing to one of their new songs, one that I hadn’t heard before. When I knocked on the door, it took a few seconds before I heard the music pause and then the door finally opened and I saw Chan standing there looking slightly confused. He opened the door wider for me, letting me in and when Changbin saw me, he rushed over taking the food out of my arms. 

“Jagi, what are you doing here?” “I wanted to bring you all lunch, I thought you’d want homemade food.” “You made us lunch?” Minho asks, finally coming over.

“I did, I had the day off. So I cooked, and I wanted to see Binnie.” “Aww Jagi, did you miss me?” Changbin teases me.

“Of course I did.”

“Ew. Gross.” Hyunjin jokes. 

“Oh grow up Hyune.” I tease him right back, Binnie watches me interact with all of the boys, with loving eyes. 

“Jagi, let’s eat. I’m sure you’re hungry, I know that I am.” Binnie leads me over to the food. 

“I am hungry, let’s eat before it gets even more cold.” The boys soon are digging into the food, before I can sit down on the couch Binnie is pulling me down onto his lap. I let out a squeak of surprise, not expecting him to do that. I don’t fight him on it, knowing that he will throw a small fit if I try to get up and sit next to him, and the rest of the boys don’t seem all that bothered by the fact of it. My earlier hesitation about coming is gone, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of love from both Changbin and the boys. I know that everything will be ok. I know that everything between Changbin and I will be ok, I know that he will never treat me the way that he did again. I have him and the boys, life will be happy and good, with the support of everyone. When lunch was over, I knew that the boys had to get back to work so I prepared to leave. I was prepared to walk out by myself but to my surprise Changbin was ready to walk me out. 

“Don’t you need to get back to practice?”

“What kind of fiacné would I be if I didn’t walk you out?”

“I’ll be ok baby, you need to get back to practice.” “Nonsense.”

“Baby, I’m walking you out whether or not you want me to.” “Fine, I’m not taking the blame if you get in trouble though.” “I love you Jagi, I told you that this time will be different.” “I love you too baby.”

I love Changbin, I didn’t want him to get in trouble for walking me out of the building but it seemed like he was going to do it no matter what. He was right, things were different already, different than they were previously. There was a good difference and I was happy with the way that things had changed, both of us seemed happier than we were before, it seemed like this would be a happier marriage when the day finally came. We truly loved each other and would do whatever it took to make each other happy.

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@vietjeb, @riri53

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin

[sukudoll]

wc ;; ~1.8k | note ;; first post on the new acc, not proof read | warnings/tags: kinda ooc, porn with some (?) plot, spit kink, rough sex, very mild dub con (nanami is rather forceful but reader is okay with it), public teasing, degrading, etc.

kento is a patient man⁠—there's no doubting that. he'll wait on you for hours while in the clothing shops you like, all filled with pretty, frilly things that catch your eye. he has no issue with it either. in fact, it wasn't even boring for him either because he gets to watch your eyes light up at every cute thing you find. his patience didn't wear in really any aspect of his life. even when you'd tease him in bed, the patience didn't wear.

"do you want my panties off?" you'd ask. he'd swallow subtly and nod, eyes shifting from yours down to your fingers teasing the stretchy band of your panties. "hmm..." you'd hum, trying to keep the subtle smirk off your face, "i think you should ask nicely, ken." your eyes practically screamed "fuck me".

he'd chuckle lowly and say, "tsk, tsk, tsk. my little wife is a tease, is she?" the smirk couldn't keep itself off your face for long because of his words. you'd slide your fingers under your panties just a little more, teasing him a bit. "please, will you take off your panties, my love?" he'd ask, patient as ever. and, of course, you'd give in.

but tonight was different. you'd been teasing him literally all day. a dinner with gojo and his wife was anticipated to go smoothly, he thought the night before. but before dinner even came around, you'd been a little tease. the only issue is that he wanted to keep his life-long streak of never being late to things, even if gojo was destined to be late per usual.

"ken, baby?" you'd called, coming into the living room as you were trying to get ready quick. he turned to look at you only to witness a sight that had him secretly trying to get his boner down for ten minutes after you retreated to the bedroom. only clad in a tank top, a pair of panties, and a pair of plain socks while having your head tilted slightly as you put in an earring.

"i⁠—yes, my love?" he said, trying to ignore the feeling of his pants sudden tightness. "have you seen the new pair of heels i got? they aren't in the closet," you explained. it had been on purpose that you were showing off so much skin, and he knew it, but he ultimately decided to not play into it right then. "er... no. maybe check in top of the closet, if you haven't already." you let out a soft hum and nodded, turning around, and smiling to yourself as you walk back to the bedroom.

the night went on like this; you teasing constantly and him not being able to do anything about it for... well, various coincidental reasons. at the restaurant, you and nanami sat next to each other as you read the menu while waiting for gojo and his wife to show up. "ooo. they have vanilla mousse," you commented, eyes fixated on the menu. under the table, you rubbed your heel against his shin, acting completely oblivious. "honey, i love you, but i really don't wanna have a boner in front of-"

"the strongest has ariiiiiived!" gojo's overly-enthusiastic voice cut nanami off, making him sigh. "gojo," he addressed, giving a respectful nod at gojo's wife. "late per usual, hm?" your well-dressed husband said to the white-haired man. gojo sat down on the other side of the table, chuckled, and leaned back in the booth rather casually in spite of the high-class environment, "old habits die hard."

the night went on and your touchiness increased slowly but surely. a hand on his thigh that was was too close to his cock for comfort, you moving it off before he can give you a scolding look, 'unconsciously' biting your lip. by dessert, he was fully tenting his pants, leg bouncing unusually. "could i get the vanilla mousse?" you asked the waiter as they came around, asking about dessert. the waiter enthusiastically smiled and tucked their pen into their apron pocket. "coming right out."

the desserts arrived after a bit. nanami got a slice of cheesecake, you got vanilla mousse, and you couldn't even remember what the other two had gotten. the point of the mousse was more for the spoon, another way you'd practically torture nanami before the night ended.

with a small spoonful of the sugary treat, you slid the spoon into your mouth, tongue sliding over the cool metal as you looked at nanami. his jaw tightened and that's exactly how you knew you were in for it. "ken, is your cake good?" you asked before taking another spoonful into your mouth, repeating the previous action.

"it is," he said, his voice strained, "but i'm gonna get us a to-go box. i've found myself getting tired earlier than expected it seems." quickly saying goodbye to gojo and his consort, you and your husband head out.

the car ride home was nerve-racking, and the air was thick with anticipation. you'd never seen this side of nanami. he was clearly restraining himself; muscles tense, fist clenched, not looking at you. he hadn't said anything the entire ride⁠—even when he opened the door and buckled you in⁠—until the last few minutes.

"your behavior tonight was unacceptable. i'm not a cruel man, but unfortunately this requires a consequence. as soon as you're inside, i want you on the couch, dress off⁠—keep your heels and panties on, ass up. do you understand?"

and that brings us to now.

his hips slap against your ass nastily, dress pants hanging low on his waist. your hair is disheveled and wrapped around his fist. "i cannot believe you. never in my life have you acted so out of order. teased me all day⁠—fuck⁠—and thought you could get away with it? huh? no, no. i know my wife, baby," he said gruffly, grunting between words.

you whine into the fabric of the couch, biting on your knuckle to stifle your moans that you almost choke on. his cock is so girthy and long, heavy balls slapping against your cunt. your back arches so much from the pleasure that your upper body is pressed firmly against the cushion. kento's free hand slaps your ass. hard. your teeth sink further into your knuckle, hole clenching around him like a vice.

"and guess what? you aren't gonna cum either, not for awhile tonight, baby. teasing brats don't get to cum 'til they've learned their lesson," he pants.

feeling your walls beginning to squeeze and throb around him, despite desperately wanting to cum inside your warm cunt, he pulls out before you can finish. looking down at your hole when he pulls out, he sees it clench around nothing. "needy little cunt. turn around, and look at me."

you hesitate and he pulls your hair, forcing you to turn your head and look back. "open your mouth." you do, of course, not hesitating this time. he leans forward and lets a glob of saliva drip into your waiting mouth. "swallow," he says lowly. watching you obey, a small smirk appears on his lips.

"now, you're going to really make up for all the teasing. you understand?" you nod wordlessly, waiting for his command. "turn your whole body. i want your face leveled with my cock, eyes only focused on it." the only reason this was particularly an issue is because kento's cock is so fucking big. you barely sucked him off because it was always too hard to fit more than a fourth of his length in your tight, warm mouth.

"'nami..." you whine.

"hush."

you turn your body so you're facing his cock, legs tucked under you while you're on the couch still. his thick, meaty length is right in front of your face, no more than an inch from the tip of your nose. the blonde, neatly trimmed hair on his cock trailed up to his bellybutton, something you found incredibly hot. you could smell yourself on his cock still, making you blush a bit. "yer gonna take it this time. you teased all day, so my cock is gonna be buried down that throat. we'll train it to take the whole thing, isn't that right, baby?"

you nodded nervously and swallowed.

"words. you have 'em, use 'em."

keeping your eyes locked on his thick shaft, you said, "y-yes, sir. i'm gonna take it."

he hums in response, taping your cheek with his hand as a signal to open up. opening up obediently, nanami wastes no time guiding his cock into your mouth, sliding past your lips without letting you warm up. your cheeks bulge, eyes immediately watering as he guides as much as you usually take into your throat. a low grown escapes his lips and he mutters a quiet, "jesus, fuck."

after letting his cock sit in your throat for just a minute, his eyes admiring your teary-eyed gaze. his eyebrows furrow as he starts thrusting, letting out a heavy breath. your throat tightens instinctively around his cock and suddenly his control snaps.

he can't help it at this point, he's fucking your throat with unleashed fervor. the saliva dripping from your mouth sticks to his cock and creates strings of spit every time he pulls back. "f-fuck, my pretty little wife reduced to nothing but a cockdrunk slut, hm." you adjust your leg so that the ball of your foot is pressed right against your pussy, allowing you to get some friction and some sort of pleasure.

you hum around his cock, but it comes out like a whine. his hand moves to your hair, pulling on it harder than he means. it doesn't take long for him to start forcing his entire length down your throat, toned hips meeting your nose. tears streamed down your face from your gag reflex, but it only turned him on more.

"gonna cum down yer throat, 'n' yer gonna swallow."

his heavy, full balls slap against your chin, his teeth gritting as he feels them draw up. "c-christ," he grunts, abs tensing. his orgasm comes as your throat suddenly tightens unexpectedly, sending him straight into orgasm. he holds your head against his pelvis, face smushed. hot, thick spurts of cum fill your mouth, and there's so much of it that it starts spilling out your mouth. he thrusts gently a few more times until you pat his thigh urgently, telling him to pull out. Nanami wanted to punish you of course, but not truly hurt you. he slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, watching as you coughed up some of the seed he'd just left in your throat.

"are you alright?" he asks.

you nod, looking up at him with saliva and his seed smeared around your mouth, effectively marking you.

"good, cause we aren't done."

[raguiras]

POV: Deuce's very first kiss from his crush

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

Reblogs are super appreciated hehehe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LONG TEXT AHEAD!

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Deuce:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Allen:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What else is there to them? (examples)

Both are extremely close with their families.

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

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

Allen's the brain, Deuce is the brawn.

They're both extremely cuddly with each other.

LOTS OF COMPLIMENTS (from both sides).

Deuce often gifts Allen plushies.

Allen and Deuce are basically inseparable by now.

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

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

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

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

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

[little-cereal-draws]

whatever you do, don't think of Odysseus and Polites growing up together

don't think of them going on "quests" through the palace garden, waving sticks at imaginary monsters and saving the day

don't think of them watching the older boys spar and trying to mimic it, not sure of the proper form and ending up in a giggly heap every time

don't think of them getting a bit older and finally competing against each other with an intent to win, racing and wrestling their way through the countryside

don't think of Polites always letting Odysseus win because he likes seeing Odysseus’ triumphant smile

don't think of Odysseus assuring Polites that he's ok while he cries over his wound from the boar, wiping away his tears

don't think of them getting taller and finally being able to reach all the branches of the trees

don't think of Polites reassuring Odysseus when he worries that girls won’t like him because his princely status outweighs the fact that he's awkward and gangly

don’t think of Odysseus being jealous of Polites’ growth spurt and Polites teasing him about it

don't think of them going on short trips to neighboring kingdoms as they fill out, making allies and attending feasts

don't think of Odysseus gushing about how pretty and perfect Penelope is while Polites smiles knowingly

don't think of Polites helping Odysseus gather the courage to ask for her hand

don’t think of the wedding festivities lasting a whole week and Polites drunkenly crying about how happy he is for them

don’t think of Odysseus letting Polites hold baby Telemachus, hovering with the anxiety of a new parent, and watching as his friend gently brushes the soft baby curls out of his son's eyes

don't think Polites assuring Odysseus that the war is estimated to last only a few months, he'll be back home before he knows it

don't think of circumstance slowly pulling them apart as Odysseus spends more time with the kings, going on raids and ambushes, and Polites tries to avoid the battlefield as much as he can

don't think of Odysseus freezing after Polites flinches when he claps him on the shoulder after a raid, hands still wet with blood

don't think of Odysseus growing restless and pacing in Polites' tent, mourning the years he's lost with his family and venting his frustrations with the war

don't think of the Trojans breaching the Greek wall and Odysseus scrambling to find the glint of glasses in the chaos

don't think of him finally finding Polites with a spear in one hand, the other hand pressed over a wound in his side, apologizing as he stabs at his attacker

don't think of Polites sobbing as Odysseus stabs the Trojan from behind, splattering both of them with blood when he pulls the body off of his sword

don't think of them fighting back-to-back, Odysseus aiming to kill, Polites just trying to get them to stay back, as the camp burns around them

don't think of Odysseus trying to get Polites out of joining the ambush on Troy but the other kings aren't having it

don't think of Odysseus watching Polites wipe the blood and tears off his glasses as he says he's fine to go, he appreciates Odysseus trying his best

don't think of the fire and screaming in Troy

don't think of Odysseus collapsing into Polites as soon as the fighting is over and sobbing too hard to explain why he's so upset

don't think of Odysseus closing himself off as they prepare to go home, jealous and angry over how his friend remains as optimistic as ever while he's haunted

don't think of the sea breeze and the promise of home starting to ease things back to normal

until it doesn't

[thequietkid-moonie]

Autistic!S/O loves their dorm

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Riddle, Azul ] [ Twisted Wonderland ]

Heartslabyul is my comfort dorm for excellence aaaand Octaville ITS A FUCKING AQUARIUM!!! YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT AS AUTISTIC AN AQUARIUM IS NOT EXCITING!!! 🏃🏃‍➡️🏃🏃‍➡️🏃🏃‍➡️🏃🏃‍➡️🏃🏃‍➡️🏃

Anyways, this may be a bit self-indulgent cuz this two are some of my favs and this dorms are my favs and im autistic and and and, im just spoiling myself alright?

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle takes really serious his responsabilities as the housewarden of Heartslabyul, even if he have tried to be kinder after all the problems that he provoked still is really serious about maintinding the order and the rules, he is specially worried that his partner may find it problematic or even annoying so getting to know that you find comfort on Heartslabyul it is quite comforting for him (more than he is admits to himself actually)

He is pretty much new for things like being in a relasionship or in love with someone else and the fact that you are autistic it does makes him feel a little more anxious, not that he has problems with your autism, he would never dare to even think that way, its just that he is more worried of accidentally making you uncomfortable or overstepping your bounduries, you are so important for him that the last thing he wants is for you to don't be able to feel comfortable or even feel like you need to mask your autism around him

He doesn't like to admit it to anyone (even himself) but he does has a soft spot for you and that goes for the rules in Heartslabyul too, he always excuses himself saying that if there is any rule that would bring you troubles then maybe he can make an exception just for this once, wich is actually true since if there is any rule that will make you uncomfortable for following it he would then offer you an alternative or just let you break the rule, the thing is that he always insist that is just for one time but everyone is already aware that Riddle will let you break half of the rules at once if it is for your comfort (just no one point it out unless they want to be collared)

On the contrary, if you find comfort on the rules Riddle will unable to don't feel happy for it, he knows the rules to his heart and follows each one of them without hesitation, he knows how problematic and even annoying can be for others but if you like them then that means that it is alright, that he should not feel bad for following them himself. Most of the rules can be incredibly absurd and talk about imposible scenarios while others are rules more simple but quite strict about what to do at what hour, some even taking in consideration multiple posibilities, and as absurd as it sounds there is something comforting on having such strict schedule, every little thing and posible variable is writen on the rules and says how to proceed and that can brind a sense of security during the day

Still, Heartslabyul is full of red and white along with furniture that aren't completely symmetrical wich can be either fascinating to see or really uncomfortable, and sometimes it just depends on the day and how sensitive you are feeling, Riddle have probably known a lot about autism even before meeting you (and if not he made sure to investigate enough about it), and if it ever happens that something you normally find appealing is suddenly uncomfortable he would not ask nor even doubt on your words, you two can just hang out somewhere else on the dorm, you two can go have a tea party in the garden, maybe taking care of the hedgehogs would make you feel better or maybe just go to the kitchen of the dorm, there is always the smell of pastries thanks to Trey

Riddle has a lot of responsabilities as the housewarden but he doesn't want to decline you if you want to hang out, you are always free to come to the dorm and hang out whenever you feel more comfortable at the moment and the other students just get used to have you around so while they are kind most of them doesn't bother you or pay you more attention that you want, still if you want to hang out with him then he will make everything in his power to be free so you two can spend time together, most of the time letting you choose where to be (sometimes he even end up learning new things about his own dorm while following you around)

Riddle puts your comfort first whenever he can, he may not know exactly what you feel but that doesn't mean he want you to feel uncomfortable, he wants you to feel free free to be yourself, to express yourself the way you want and need (he is in the process to learn to be more free and more himself, so he may end up learning from you a bit too)

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul takes pride on what he have achived with Mostro Lounge, it is completely done with his habilities and hard work and he is not afraid of admiting in if anyone ask him about it. Still, he does wants for someone as important as his partner to like Mostro Lounge too, he doesn't ask for it or expects it he just hopes that you would like it (actually, he worries about it more than he likes to admit) and getting to know that you go as far as to say that you love what he have done with the Octaville dorm that will definetly gave him a boost in his pride and his self-esteem

Azul is not the type to express much of himself, not about what he truly feels for good or bad unless it would be helpful, he swears that the fact that his partner is autistic is not a problem and that he has no problems at all about it, wich is a bit of a lie because while he doesn't see it as a problem and will never make him love you less it does put him in the edge sometimes, after all he likes to appear as perfect and unbothered, so he is just constantly hiding how much it worries about his beloved partner may feel overwhelmed because of him or accidentally do something that simply is not right in his partner's perspective it scares him

Azul is not only incredibly respectful of the fact that his partner is autistic but also it is kinda curious, he would not dare to ask because he feels like it won't be alright but it is sure to say that he spend several days reading as much information as he could about autism, and not just that but he also was incredibly careful around you for a while after do as much as develop a crush on you, by now, when you two are already together, he has memorized to heart a lot of your preferences as well as what to avoid or what to do when you need help with anything

Again, Azul takes a lot of pride on Mostro Lounge and the fact that you like it just makes him be even more prideful, Azul always insist that you are free to go to Octaville whenever you feel like it, he says it casually like if it was just a random comment but, actually, he is hoping you take his words and visit him over and over again, even if you just want to stay around, and don't talk to anyone, just enjoy the sight and the aquarium its fine! Seeing you enjoy yourself its all a pleasure to him (even if he end up getting teased by Jade and Floyd non-stop for the lovesick expression Azul gives you whenever he gets to see you happy, all by yourself and just stiming freely)

He takes the freedom to always have your favorite sit reserved, to always have the ingredients of your favorite dishes ready on the kitchen, even if you decide to don't eat anything when you pay a visit or decide to take only a dessert or drink its fine, you are a VIP costumer

Mostro Lounge is not everything in Octaville and, even if it can sadden Azul that you don't want to spend time at the restaurant (specially if it is too crowned) he understands, still you are always welcome, you can hang around his office or even his room if you are comfortable enough to go there, yeah, it fluster the hell out of him but you come first

If you even end up feeling overwhelmed by anything in his dorm, like one of those days where you feel specially sensitive and the lights or decorations that are normally comforting you can't simply handle them or even by how much people are attentding to Mostro Lounge (wich means more people, more smell of food and even more sounds of cutlery colliding with plates) Azul feels kinda responsible, he knows he can't control your autism and how sensitive you will be some days but still he can't help but feel frustrated, and he will make sure to make it up for you, starting by offering his office or room so you can have space for yourself

[sirshio]

Yesterday I posted a thread about Istvan's and Erik's emotional incest and decided to bring it on Tumblr too, because I think I did a decent job.

Why I think I can say something about psychology? Well, I've been having a special interest for it for almost all my life, my mom is a therapist with almost 20 years of practice, we discuss her work often, I read books about psychology (my favorite specialists are K.G. Jung, M.L. von Franz and I.D. Yalom). So yes, I'm qualified. Why be shy and demure when I can not to?

So let's begin!

If you don't know, it's quite normal when small kids (3-6 y.o.) have a "crush" on their parents. Boys may think that they will marry their moms, a lot of girls think the same about their dads. This is called Oedipus' complex and Electra's complex respectively. Despite these terms were made for straight (and cis) people, we can and should adapt them for queer people too. For example, I perfectly remember these experiences with both of my parents (I'm under a bisexual umbrella). For Erik I will use the term "Oedipus' complex", simply because he's a man and this term is masculine.

So. This is pretty normal for a lot of people and usually passes without a trace (most of people who experienced it even don't remember about it). But this scenario happens in healthy families with trustful relationships, where parents and kids love each other. We know a little about Erik's family and can only use his own words, when he said his parents were weak and couldn't raise him properly. I believe this means he hadn't had a close and sincere relationship with his parents (I also see him as autistic, and his neurodivergence made his relationships with people more difficult). This is very possible that before Erik met Istvan, he hadn't had a man who could've been his father figure, someone who could've taught him how to be a man, too, who showed him that it's possible to fight for a place under the sun respect and other needs.

But Istvan came, he was strong and independent, he took what he wanted and needed, and for Erik he became a man to follow, basically a father (maybe Istvan was the same age as his real father was, we don't know). A father he never had, someone who can protect and teach him, to take care of him, to become someone whom Erik can be attached to. You know. A family.

I tend to think that Istvan became a father figure for Erik first, and someone to have Oedipus' complex, gay edition second. Erik also idealized him, because he HAD TO deal with fact that Istvan actually murdered his family and took away everything he had, but gave so much more than they ever did instead. So he had to tell himself that Istvan is better than them and that he was in his right, because the strongest wins and lives and weak are useless and deserve to die.

As I said, Erik hadn't had a healthy base to have his Oedipus' complex. Since this is a quite necessary thing for majority of people, it was Istvan to become such a base. And here are a few factors why this complex gone fucked up:

- Erik is too grown-up for it. As I mentioned, the normal age is 3-6, and I believe Istvan met Erik when he was 12-13 already, what is definitely too late,

- Istvan is not his relative (maybe Erik was able to perform actual incest, but whatever, the fact they aren't related makes the situation worse),

- Erik developed an unhealthy codependency for Istvan. He (as I see) was hungry and desperate for connections, he idealized Istvan, he needes him more than anything,

- he was in the age when most people have their first sexual crushes (I don't say all 13 y.o. teens should fuck, but a majority of them do have sexual fantasies of different kinds, it's just normal).

So, all of these factors collided and grew into a rather unhealthy mixture that made Erik's late and already fucked up Oedipus' complex in an actual crush.

I think his jealousy and desire to have Istvan only for himself have the same roots. When you have only one person you care about and this person is the only one who shows care for you, you are very likely begin to think they should belong to you and only you and you must be their everything, or else you are useless and no one will ever need you. You begin to think that you should give them anything and everything they need (because they did the same thing to you) and begin to be jealous and angry (and discarded) if they dare to fulfill some of their needs with other people.

Actually, this wish to be "together and only together" also has roots in familial ties (or lack of them). I remember a stunning autobiography of (my favorite) Elias Canetti. When he was a teenager, his father died and he became a man for his family and literally tried to become a husband for his mom, because he loved her so. Thankfully, they both weren't so fucked up, and this situation didn't become worse and didn't end up in an incestuous bond. But you see my point, I think. If a child/teen has a parent (or parental figure) on whom they can have a "crush", this thing can happen. This - and something much worse.

So I think for Erik Istvan is everything. His salvation, his mentor, his father he'd never had, his lover... He will be anybody and everybody for Istvan, and he doesn't think there's something very wrong with it. I can perfectly see a 14 y.o. Erik who kisses Istvan and says he wants to be his man. He is already taller than him and have broader shoulders - not a boy anymore, but a young lad. Istvan is proud of him - and of himself too. I wonder if he could resist a temptation to accept his feelings...

Gosh, they are soooooooo problematic AND I'M HERE FOR IT.

I hope you liked my post! Also I strongly recommend Canetti's autobiography, it's great! It has three parts, I found both original titles and English ones for them: Die Gerettete Zunge/The Tongue Set Free, Die Fackel im Ohr/The Torch in My Ear, Das Augenspiel/The Play of the Eyes.

(Shio just finished his paper for university and makes literature references even in his internet posts...)

(also please give some attention to my original twitter thread <:3 the link is in the beginning)

P.S. a lot of thoughts about them were given to me by this absolutely amazing fic! If you love Isterik, give it a try, it's so worth it!

[slaaverin]

I'm in my bed crying over jikook again.

The thing is, I don't even have the proper words to express what I'm feeling.

It's all so..God I don't know. Improbable? Crazy? It's crazy.

You have two humans that have the most pure souls, with impossible high-stakes lives, that somehow found each other and also found the most beautiful love I have ever witnessed in my 32 years of life.

The probability of this happening is almost zero. It shows there are really bigger and smarter things than little us at play in life.

They went through so much, and so much more than any of us will ever be able to imagine, yet they remained pure at heart, with their love growing ever stronger and more potent by the day.

They let us in on everything, and showed us the true depth of their feelings openly (but even so, it's written all over their faces).

They simply care, a lot. The little things, the trips, the quiet moments, all of it, they really do care. It's not for show. It's real.

It's like we're getting a glimpse of something that doesn't belong to us at all. Yet, they are generous enough to let us experience it vicariously through them. Isn't it an act of love on their part? They don't have to do it. It's not even smart or safe or reasonable for them to do it. But they do anyway. Maybe because they wouldn't be able to help it, even if they wanted to?

How weird it is that our love for them is that strong? We've never even met them. Yet we feel for them something more unconditional than what we feel for some people we've actually met. How strange, don't you think? So we cheer on and support and we feel it all. We care too.

And I can't explain how witnessing jikook's love has been wonderful, how it has filled my heart with an immense amount of joy and reverence and beauty. It is a mystery.

Somehow I feel it's not even about them, even if it is, obviously so. It's simply that love. Isn't something most of us miss? Long, crave for? Wish for everybody.

If all the people would be in love like Jimin & Jungkook are, there would be no wars in the world anymore. It would be completely different.

The lack of love produces incredible darkness, and it's only love that can fix everything.

So I think that's why I cherish their love so much. It is so very precious, so very important, in ways they might not even understand. The fact they have such an audience being exposed to their love, feeling all the feelings, it helps the world heal a tiny little.

It's not a small thing. It matters.

If we can all fill our little corner of the universe with that type of love, we would've won all the battles, done what we came here for, and call it a day.

They've gifted us the incredible gift of are you sure, where their love was quiet and peaceful and certain. They've given us the gcf. And Letter. And then there was Rosebowl, and MMA, and Black Swan. A thousand moments. Again and again they've showed us.

Now they are enlisted together, and I think that there's nothing more to add. Nothing to prove. Nothing to show. It is self-evident and we can only smile and be happy for them.

What an incredible journey it has been, full of laughs, of crying. So many tears (of joy).

When they will come out of military, we can say that a chapter of their life will close, and another one will open. Hopefully a even happier one than the one before.

So yeah I've decided to make a rather big edit about it, this first chapter, those 10 years of love.

(And you're not ready with some of the music I chose, it makes you feel ALL THE THINGS, prepare tissues)

Sorry for this post that is going nowhere.

Sometimes I simply need to scream my love for jikook. They truly deserve it.

Aren't they wonderful? Yes. Yes.

Take care lovely jikookers 💜

[gamesetart]

hngnngngnng sweet and easy universe……

need Pat to fuck you and tease you about how he knows you’re thinking about Art even while Patrick is stuffed deep inside your little pussy. He’s so mean, teasing about how Art isn’t going to be as deep as he is, he’s not going to know what the fuck to do with pussy this tight, this wet, this sweet.

It’s adorable that you don’t even care that Art’s not going to fuck you better than Patrick can. You’re in love with each other. But Patrick doesn’t have to love you to make you feel good, he just has to love your pussy <3

Well yes! 😁🫶

well. yes. (again, had to break the laptop out for this ur so yummy)

"a terrible sweetness" (a patrick interlude)

tags: patrick zweig x fem reader, p in v, mild daddy kink, implied patrick zweig x art donaldson, implied art donaldson x fem reader. nsfw. minors DNI.

You didn't ever mean to fuck him more than once. Patrick was supposed to be a hookup, a momentary balm to soothe your seemingly insatiable need. He's a frat party fever dream, a fantasy through amber-coloured glass. And he's a saved contact on your phone and a text message at one in the morning:

patrick (frat) 1:47 am

in town, wyd?

So you start to fuck him a little more regularly. With Art's permission, of course, you're a lot of things, but you're not a cheater, for fucks' sakes. It's weird for Art, grabbing lunch with Patrick knowing he's been inside Art's girlfriend, and probably will again before his weekend visit is over. But he almost likes it. Because that's his Patrick and his girl. You've managed to inextricably connect two of the most important people to him, and by having both Tashi and her boyfriend, you've tied the final knot. The four of you, all tied together because you can't keep your pretty hands to yourself.

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" Patrick taunts, scissoring his fingers open inside you.

Some days, he doesn't bother with much prep - the tight feeling of him bullying inside you, your walls struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him, is dizzyingly addictive - but there are nights where it's like he can read your mind, and he finds sick satisfaction in drawing things out so he can tease you. About Art, his Art, his sweet Artie, your lovely, doting, idiot boyfriend, who, for all the goodness in the world, wouldn't ever be able to fuck you like Patrick does.

And he likes knowing he's caused all of this. Patrick knows Art better than Art knows himself. Fucking you is like fucking a part of Art by proxy, and the fact that you're both thinking about him is almost laughable.

"I'm always thinking about him," you return, balling your hands up in your sheets.

He's got you splayed out on your bed, his body between your spread legs, his hand reaching between your bodies to fuck in and out of you with two quick, strong fingers. Patrick's head is right above yours - you could have kissed him, if you wanted. But that's not really what he's for, sweet presses of lips while you 'make love'. Patrick is for the clash of teeth and tongues while you fuck. His eyes are impossibly beautiful, bluish green, the pupils ringed with a sunburst of hazel and gold.

"So am I," Patrick spits back, and it makes you clench around him, hearing confirmation of that single unifying detail, the single nexus between the two of you.

Art.

"But he can't fuck you like I can," Patrick continues roughly.

He pulls his fingers from you, much to your disappointment. (And excitement: not cumming on Patrick's hands just means you'll cum more around his cock.) He brings the slick, shiny digits to your lips, smiling roughly at you.

"Clean that off for me, will ya, doll?"

Patrick likes that he can treat you in a way he can't treat Tashi. She's a lot of things, but she won't let him degrade her. Not the way he degrades you; he's using you as much as you're using him, and he won't let you forget it. He likes that when he holds his fingers up to your mouth you suck them willingly into your mouth and swirl your tongue around him to really make sure you're licked all of yourself off him, likes that you seem genuinely disappointed when he takes them away. Like a dog losing it's favourite toy.

He lines himself up, dragging his cock meaning up and down your slit. Kisses it against your clit, slaps it there for good measure. You moan, eyes fluttering shut, rolling back in your skull. Patrick knows what he's doing, always does. Patrick knows how to fuck. Patrick knows how to make you feel so, so good.

His palm slaps across your face, not very hard, just as a reminder. The crack of skin forces your eyes back onto his smug face.

"No, no, keep your fucking eyes open," he goads. "I want you to look at me, and think about him, when I fuck you."

It's with that promise that Patrick finally spears himself in you, all at once, bottoming out in one rough, steady thrust. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes open as you all but scream, walls stretching to take him, clenching around his cock when he finally lands home. He gives you no time to adjust, though, pulling out again, almost all the way, and slamming back in.

"He couldn't fuck you like, this could he?" Patrick groans. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils are blown so wide they look black. Lust. That's all this is. That's how you like it.

"N-no," you gasp, rolling your hips up to meet him. "Not like this, fuck, you feel so good."

"Yeah, I do," Patrick says, dragging a hand down your body to palm at your tits, rolling one nipple between his fingers.

The thing about Patrick is he fucks you like he doesn't care about you. Which, to an extent, he does, you're dating his best friend and you've slept with his girlfriend and you're actually really funny and smart and interesting so he can see why Art likes you, but Patrick isn't in love with you. You both know it.

"So good, so fuckin' good, god, you fuck me so good, you're so big," you chant helpfully.

His hips move with a fluidity that is almost mesmerising - strong, fast, powerful. He's a hurricane. You can't bend Nature to your will, but if you're very clever, you can learn how to move with it, to learn to ride the waves, match the tide. That's what you have with Patrick. Organised Chaos.

"He wouldn't know what to do with all of this," he pants. "And when he does fuck you, you're gonna miss me. Because no one's gonna fuck you as deep, no one's gonna take care of this sweet little princess pussy like I do."

The idea of that gets you both going. For Patrick, it's the idea of Art's sweet, blushing face, his fumbling hands, his shaky moans, moans Patrick's become too familiar with at the Academy, the late nights when Art thinks no one can hear. But Patrick can. Patrick always can. For you, it's the idea of the tables turning. It's the horrible, taboo idea of Art finally, finally fucking you, and getting a reminder of Patrick. You can practically see him in your head, the expression he had when he was fucking himself into your sheets.

You know Patrick's right, and it hardly matters. You're in love with Art, not Patrick. One of these days, you'll probably marry him, (he's won you over to the idea, honestly, the whole kids and a house life. With Art, the idea becomes sweet.) and you'll have a gorgeous wedding and his ring on your finger. You're not going to marry Patrick, he's not for that. He's for this. For the now - college dorms and too much beer, texts too late at night or too early in the morning. So you tell him.

"Yes, yes, fuck, you're so good," you whine, and every word comes out shaky and fucked. "No one's ever fucked me so good, only you, Patrick, only your cock, god."

"Yeah, that's it, baby, tell me how good I fuck you," Patrick moans. "Tell me how well I cuck your fucking boyfriend."

That's it. That's all it takes for you to cum around him, because it's gross, and it's a fucked-up thing to say, and it's so mean, and you're trying to picture Art saying something like this to you, doing something like this to you, and you can't. Patrick fucking laughs when you clench around him, shaking. But he doesn't stop. He fucks you straight through it, and then he just keeps going. It's unfair, the fact that he has the stamina of a fucking race horse when he wants it. You've had nights where you've cum four times before he's cum at all, and by the end of it you're only half there.

You don't really have words, but you try. What comes out is a broken, "Patrick-- fuck, Art-- can't-- fuck."

"I bet he wants to put a baby in you," Patrick teases, slamming in and out like he wants to break you. "Bet he wants you to make him a daddy."

He's starting to think maybe he's thinking of Art while he fucks you, too. Keeps seeing images of Art in his head - Art writhing under him, Art begging for him, Art's voice, not yours, chanting, "fuck, yes, daddy, daddy, fuck!"

Patrick slips one hand down to play with your clit. It makes you sob, voice climbing another octave. Your whole floor probably hates you. Your RA probably hates you. Your neighbours definitely hate you, and maybe they hate him too. They're probably all jealous.

"Come on, doll, you've got another one. Cum on my cock. Pretends it's Art's."

He's kind of pretending your cunt is Art's ass, so you'll at least be even. You sob, legs shaking, hands fisting in the sheets so hard they might rip. It's good, so good, too good. Your entire body is on fire. You're clenching around him, and it's like every thrust drives his cock right up into your cervix.

You gush around him right as he fills you up. You're on the pill, of course, but for a moment you pretend you aren't, pretend it's Art emptying his balls into you, filling you up, pretend you're making Art a daddy. It's a nice thought.

You're never going to marry Patrick Zweig. It's probably why he fucks you so well.

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Codependent

pairing: twins x reader, haruhi fujioka x reader

summary: rumours have always surrounded the nature of you and the twins' relationship with each other. you tell yourself that it doesn't bother you, but an eagle eyed commoner seems to be able to see straight through your facade.

word count: 1.1k

Somewhere in your mind you know you’re never beating the allegations people put towards you and the twins. There's nothing going on between you and either of them, there never has been, and everyone you hold important knows that, but your classmates and peers are a different story.

Being friends since you were children means there’s a level of comfort in your relationship with your best friends. Sleepovers where you share a bed, holding hands and always being in each other's space, sharing clothes; boundaries aren’t really a thing between the three of you. When it's felt like the three of you against the entire world for most of your life, you learn to trust the other people implicitly quite quickly. Kyoya offhandedly mentioned that the three of you are codependent once in an attempt to get under the twin’s skin and, thinking about it, he's probably right.

That's not a fun way for your peers to look at it though.

No, they'd much rather imagine things that aren't there for their own amusement. That's probably why the host club continues to thrive. No one would go if they had to face up to the fact that their attraction more than likely wasn’t mutual.

It doesn’t bother you. You keep telling yourself that, and it’s almost become your mantra over the years. It helps that people rarely look beyond the surface because that’s when their perceptions start to lose their allure. You work hard in school, keeping your grades as high as possible, adamant to prove that you’re more than capable on your own. That’s something you and Haruhi have in common, and it’s nice to have someone willing to join you in the library whose ulterior motive isn’t just to distract you.

“Can I ask you something?” Haruhi’s voice pulls you out of your train of thought, your pen stilling over your notebook. You blink at her.

“Sure.”

“Does it ever bother you?” You look at Haruhi patiently, tilting your head to the side as a gentle probing for clarification. “The things people say about the three of you behind your back.” You don’t even have to question who the other two people are.

“Haruhi, people have said worse to my face.” Your deadpan response doesn’t seem to impress her. You know she’s familiar with some of the struggles you’ve faced during your life, honestly people gossiping about the details of your relationship with your best friends is an easier thing to deal with.

“No offense, but that’s not really an answer.” Her blunt tone surprises you, and for a beat you’re left staring at your friend. You’ve known Haruhi for a while now and she never fails to surprise you. It’s refreshing.

“People don’t normally ask.” The words spill from your mouth before you can stop them. You wince at your tone, hating how weak it makes you sound. You’ve worked hard on your persona, it’s mildly infuriating how quickly the people you let in can break you down.

“So it does?”

“I suppose to a degree.” You're hoping the vague answer will satiate her but you should know better. She’s not satisfied with your answer though, you can tell from the way her eyebrows furrow at you.

“Does it bother them?”

“No.” You're more sure in that answer, and Haruhi hears the certainty in your voice. Your relationship with the twins has always fascinated her, and it’s rare she gets the chance to actually press for details. It’s interesting that you know their opinion better than you know your own.

“Do you think that's fair?” You take a moment to consider the best way to respond to her.

“I think that's for me to deal with, not them.” You can feel her concern and it does warm part of you that she cares about you enough to speak to you about it. It doesn’t make the situation any less uncomfortable for you though.

“Do you think they could do more to stop the rumours though?”

“I think people are going to gossip regardless of what any of us say, best to just try and rise above it.” You think that you’ve satisfied her enough for her to let it go and your eyes wander back to your essay. You were mid-sentence when she broke your train of thought and a pang of irritation passes through you that you can’t remember how you were going to finish your sentence.

“Is that really how you want to spend the next few years?” Haruhi’s voice is soft, like she’s aware she’s poking a bear that doesn’t want to be poked. She watches as your posture changes and you almost seem to steel yourself. You remain silent, eyes focused on your notebook. The two of you sit in silence as she waits. She’s not sure how much time has passed before you finally make eye contact with her once again.

You’re still thinking of how to reply when something shifts in Haruhi’s expression. You can’t work out why she’s looking at you differently until two arms loop around your shoulders. You lean back instantly, you’d know those arms anyway. It’s not the first time you’ve been rescued from uncomfortable conversations by them and it probably won’t be the last.

“Hey guys.” You try to keep your tone in check but you know they notice something is off. Hikaru’s arm shifts against your back, his defences clearly raised.

“We missed you after class.” There’s a hundred unspoken words in Hikaru’s tone but you elect to ignore most of them.

“Me and Haruhi were working on our history project.” You gesture gently towards the textbooks splayed out over the table.

“Will you be long?” You feel Kaoru’s arm tighten ever so slightly, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder, and it’s all you can do to smile apologetically at Haruhi.

“No, I think we’re just about done. I’ll see you in class, Haruhi.” You’re quick to gather your things, ignoring how the twins try to hurry you along as best you can. You can feel the weight of Haruhi's gaze as you walk away, the twins following close behind, already filling you in on their most recent love confession.

Haruhi’s eyes remain staring at the door you left through long after it’s closed behind the three of you. The word codependent springs to mind and she can’t seem to shake it. From what she’s heard from your classmates, the twins have blossomed socially since joining the host club. She wonders if you’ll experience something similar. She makes a mental note to keep an eye on you. The two of you are close but it wouldn’t hurt to try and spend more time together. She wonders if the other hosts try and do anything similar with you.

She hopes they do.

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[sheepispink]

Stuck in a never ending loop except it’s Simon whose never dreams, plagued constantly for one night with images of you.

you dream of him his reaction to your dreams

Lucid dreams are amazing, some seeing them as an interesting phenomenon whilst others yearn for the chance to be able to live through their greatest desires. Ghost has the ability to lucid dream, except he only found out today, and it seems it only works for today too.

Regardless of that, he hates it.

Punches are being thrown at him, and he dodges them each and every time, each one accompanied by a frustrated huff. Though those aren't his, they’re yours. “Ghost— just let me-!” You try again, reaching another fist out, which he grabs in his palm, and you can only stand breathless. “Like I'd ever give you the chance.” You’re adorable, the way you have to keep pushing your hair back so you don't blind yourself, or the way you pant and breathe so heavily. You let it get to you way too much—why would you ever be able to best a soldier as strong as he is?

“It’s not fair!” You frown petulantly and take the defensive stance this time. He throws his fist first, except you don't catch it, your body flailing backwards onto the mat. Somehow there’s blood everywhere, over your torso and your stomach and your arms, and you’re grasping at yourself. All of a sudden, you’re in a battlefield, bullets whistling overhead as Ghost’s hands press down onto your stomach. He didn’t understand, couldn't understand what was happening. “No- no- stay with me.” He huffs, grabbing the medical supplies out of your vest and hurrying to try and bandage you up. Your breaths are laboured, and he’s angry, so angry, how did this happen? Why is this happening to you?

“No— dammit, don't die on me! You can't!” He’s panicking now, hurrying to patch you up, but the blood keeps spilling, staining his clothes a sickly crimson that smells strongly of copper. “No, I need yo-“

Before he can say any further, your breaths stop, and he reaches out and tries to grab what’s left of you before you join the black void surrounding you.

Again, here he is in another situation, another place. He’s been at this for hours. No matter what dream he’s taken to, no matter what scenario he tries to muster up—even the two of you being the last on Earth—something always stops him from saying those three words. One time a zombie even attacked him. Another time you were the one to turn on him, a gun in your hand and a bullet to his chest.

He’s blinked, and everything is normal, in fact, you’re both in the mess hall, and he feels guilty; he doesn't even know why. You’re there giggling as you eat your food, telling one of your stupid stories whilst you wolf down whatever menial meal they have on offer today. But he feels bad— you keep living without it; you live without ever hearing the truth that lives in his heart and in his bones. “And then Jason and I kissed under the mistletoe. Can you believe it?”

You laugh again, but he hates it. Why does heat burn on your cheeks when you talk about him? Who even is he?

“Jason?” He practically growls it, and some stupid, faceless soldier appears, that detail somehow escaping Ghost’s rationale. The figure approaches you, slipping its arms around your neck, and you laugh and giggle, eyes filled with adoration. Who the hell was this idiot? Why did he think he could touch you?

“Yeah, my boyfriend, silly.” Now he’s pissed. Why would you go off and get a boyfriend without even telling him? Ghost stands suddenly, the table screeching against the floor before he grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the mess hall, and of course your stupid “boyfriend” doesnt even try to fight for you. “You can't date him.” He huffs, finally letting go just to cross his arms firmly over his chest and glare daggers at you.

“What, why not? I thought you’d like him..”

You frown, you do that stupid frown you know he likes so much, and he groans, fighting the urge to pinch your cheeks and knock some sense into you.

“Why? Because i want—“

The words die in his throat as the ground crumbles beneath his own two feet and he falls; you scream after him, not understanding where he’s gone.

Now he’s just furious; it feels like he’s run through a thousand situations, and despite living in his own head, he has absolutely zero control over everything. So he lets himself be carried through this stupid black void again. His teeth are clenched, and his fists are too, just wanting to be rid of this stupid cycle that eats at his heart in a way nothing has ever before in his life. Why do you even consume him so much? He’s pretty sure he’s nothing like the romance novels women read nowadays, nor a good man many expect to wed. He’s nothing, and yet you are his everything.

This time it’s a slower exposition, bright light above shining down so harshly that he’s sure he’s reached the sun this time. In fact, it jolts something in him, a little bit of hope. Is this it? Has he finally awakened from this cycle of nightmares? Is he free?

“Ghost..? Can you hear me?”

Damnit. He can recognise that stupidly calming voice anywhere.

“Shut up.”

He grovels out, his eyes finally adjusting to the surroundings enough to see your face hovering a bit away from where he lays. He supposes he’s on a hospital bed of some sort, just another stupid scenario where a plane will hit him when he tries to speak to you. “What?” You blink in confusion, and he hates it, grabbing your hand firmly with his as he tries to push himself up. Something inside him stops, though, like his nerves have been fried from the inside out—everything weirdly numb and nonsensical. But instead of him growing confused, it only fuels his anger and frustration, making him pull his head up towards you and the small amount of his shoulders he can shift upwards. “I said shut up.”

This time you fall silent, a worried look on your face, and he’s happy that you’ve actually damn listened to him for once. Unfortunately it doesn't last long.

“You really shouldn't move much— I’ll go get the nurse okay?”

Your other hand has clasped over his as well, rubbing his knuckles as you use your soothing words on him. It makes his eyes droop, and something inside him wants to listen to you, to let the anger dissipate and let his body melt into the comfy mattress beneath him. Though, he knows he can't stand another one of these dreams, another one of you torturing him like this.

“No.” You’re already trying to run away; he doesn't need a damn nurse, he needs—

“I need you. Not some bloody nurse or doctor— I want you and I need you. Here. So don't you dare go.” His voice is low, hand squeezing yours as much as he can to brace for the inevitable, eyes squeezing shut too—What will happen this time? Will a train ram through the wall and kill both of you? How about a giant dinosaur plucking him right off his hospital bed, or maybe you’ll just blow away like dust in the air?

Your hand is warm in his still, but you’re silent, and when he finally peeks his eyes open at you again, you’re staring at him in shock— your hand is squeezing his just as tight as he is trying to hold onto you. He’s not gone, and you’re both still here, and all he can feel is pure relief knowing that this is finally all over. He can close his eyes, and when he wakes from this dream, maybe he’ll even tell you in real life just in case he gets dragged into this hell hole again.

His chest sinks, that is until a small snicker echoes out not too far away, and then another and a muffled snort. He has to painfully crane his head towards the source only to see the rest of his team standing there, even his own Captain with a knowing smirk on his lips.

What he hadn't quite known was that he had woken the moment he felt the hospital bed beneath him, and the actual reason for all of this was the strong pain meds he’d been induced with. A bullet had found its way pretty deep into his shoulder, and he had taken quite a fall before that had even occured. So, he was hooked up with anaesthetic, any remaining debris taken carefully out of his body, and left to recover on the hospital bed. You had come to visit, of course, since they said the anaesthetic should’ve worn off and he could use a familiar face to make sure he didn't do anything stupid when waking. Of course you went up to soothe him when he eventually started shifting, Soap standing on the other side of the bed, but none of you had known his vision would be so clouded.

When he had woken, he looked like he had been dragged from a deep sleep, haze in his eyes as he glanced absentmindedly around at the ceiling. Not to mention practically every word he had said had been slurred and jumbled together, only his last ones so forceful that, despite his voice being so hoarse, you had all understood perfectly.

Now his team laughed, stepping up to properly greet him at his bedside all while grinning like fools. “Shut up..” He had slurred out, more concerned about how he was going to explain the reason for all of what just happened and, more so, apologise to you for, well.. jumping you with that information. If someone did that to him, he’d be more than a little freaked out.

Fortunately, you didn't seem to mind his drugged confession, and that night when everyone else had left to return to their quarters, you gave him your silly grin and insisted on curling beneath the blankets beside him.

He tries his best not to fall asleep; he really does, and you try to tell all the stories of what he’s missed. It’s too late, though; his eyes droop and his head smushes into the soft pillows as he finally succumbs to the meds again. Thankfully, his mind is a lot emptier this time, something that’s obvious by the stillness of his body that he draped over you subconsciously.