#i need help but I will be made fun of if I break so I just have to keep playing

[sneezemonster15]

Yes, I agree with you completely. This story is so raw, so intense and powerful, that it really hurts when not only it's unacknowledged but is dismissed and rejected as a result of a very shallow and counterintuitive understanding of this manga. So many people who have suffered from CPTSD, can relate to its themes and its eventual resolution.

The ninja worldbuilding of Naruto is structured with such strong themes of isolation, a child's loneliness, socio-political alienation, philosophy and consequences of war, the skewed and inhuman belief system of a ninja village that doesn't leave any space for human emotion and needs. How it starves children of basic empathy, love and security, how it punishes ninjas and citizens for their very emotional needs. How it values and prioritizes conformity over vulnerability. How the lack of emotional support and understanding, abject apathy, and straight up social cruelty shapes an individual in becoming an adult. So many characters were victims of this quintessential ninja world, Gaara, Naruto, Sasuke, Neji, Kisame, Zabuza, Haku, Itachi, Sakumo, Nagato, Yahiko, Konan, Orochimaru, Kabuto, and the list goes on.

The worldbuilding of Naruto is a reflection of the real world, and especially Japan because their culture values straightjacketed tradition, custom and mores over everything else, like many other collectivist cultures, mostly Asian. Growing up in such an oppressive society can be extremely suffocating and painful, the patriarchal structures crush both men and women, even if women receive greater brunt of it. But at the end of the day, everyone suffers. Like Naruto and Sasuke still are, even in Borutoverse.

It truly breaks my heart when SNS is trivialised and appropriated, reduced to a brotherhood/friendship dynamic when it's so evident it's not. I take some comfort in knowing that people who run a crusade against this ship are essentially weak minded and immature. Understanding Naruto and Sasuke's relationship in relation to the world they live in, can be a burden, an emotional burden, because it takes a lot of vulnerability and courage and accountability, and not everyone is mentally strong and mature enough to let themselves be that vulnerable.

People can only understand something, whether it be stories, characters and other people, from the perspective of the depth they have reached in themselves. So it doesn't surprise me that they reject the true meaning of this story, which is about how true love can heal the deepest of wounds. Emotional wounds. It's such a human story. And this is exactly why fans like you and me are so passionate about it, and emotional. That's why it hurts when despite practically screaming about the true meaning of this story, our voices are suppressed by labeling us as fujoshis and fetishizers.

Truth is that we see some part of our own selves in Naruto and Sasuke and all those other characters who were treated so horribly. Their lives are part of a reflection of our own lived realities, our struggles and our pain. This story represents fans like us, who continue to live in this inherently inhuman socio-political-familial structures day in and day out with no relief in sight. And when all that is dismissed and made fun of, it's like our pain and struggles are being trivialised and made fun of. And that hurts. It brings tears to my eyes, when I think about my boys and all that they had to suffer and are still suffering..

This story is about love. A love that we all deserve but very few are fortunate enough to receive. Which is why Naruto and Sasuke's relationship and eventual reconciliation is a healing charm for true SNS fans. It provides us the comfort that people around us couldn't. And I wish everyone in Naruto fandom could understand this story in its true essence, because once you have, not only will it make you a better person, but it will help you change others around you as well. It will teach you to be more empathetic, sensitive, inclusive, and kind. The world really needs it, the world needs more people like true SNS fans.

What do you think of this?

I was oddly disappointed when I came across this.

I honestly feel sorry for anyone who couldn't see what this story was all about. They missed out on so much, they missed out on emotions and feelings that could have been their unraveling, a catharsis, something that could have led to a more accepting heart, a more sensitive mind, a sharper intuition, a keener emotional intellect.

This story is about Naruto and Sasuke and their bond. A bond that changes their current corrupt and chaotic shinobi world for the better. That they were fated and are soulmates is not a SNS headcanon, it is an intricate part of their dynamic, their portrayal. It's literally canon. They are supposed to be yin and yang, they are fire and wind, sky and earth, they are light and darkness, sun and moon, they make each other stronger emotionally and physically, they are the main act. This is all literally text.

The point of this story is that true love transcends all constructs made by humans. True love is a greater motivator than hate and revenge. True love is the solution that will bring the world together, that will finally break the cycle of revenge and hatred and bring about peace. Even if this concept has its own problems, the point is, that's what Kishi wanted to portray, at least till chapter 699.

What would even be the point of this story if Sasuke was shown to not love Naruto? Like apart from all the symbolic and literary elements, the larger narrative itself will be cancelled out if Kishi meant to show only Naruto as obsessed with Sasuke, no?

So why do these fans think this way? Denying the narrative, denying the story, denying the visual imagery, denying the characterisation of the hero and the anti hero, denying the major themes that make this manga, denying the whole point of this manga?

Projection and/or they are almost incurably dumb.

Like I don't know how many lies they have had to tell themselves to believe in their wacky theories. Their sense of comprehension is worse than a tween's. And given that a lot of them are adults, it is so embarrassing for them. Like if I were in their shoes, I would go back to school. I would burn all my degrees in the society bonfire. I would spend all my savings to relearn about the world.

Like if 700 exclusive freaking chapters of Sasuke and Naruto's bond weren't enough for them to get this story, they should maybe burn all their books. Apologies, I doubt they read. My bad.

One really doesn't need to be a media expert to get that they love each other. All they have to do is to be open minded and read the story for the story itself. Literally, one doesn't have to put any extra effort. Leave the extra effort to the bloggers and analysts who write about the literary, socio-political, narrative and visual influences and such. Just do your part. Just be the reader. Follow the story for the story's sake. That. Is. All.

But you know...fans will be fans. They find a character hot, so they would project, self insert, be dumb, deny, whine and cry, fight uselessly, embarrass themselves on public platforms, reveal themselves to be raging idiots of the first degree, etc.

Anyway.

Thesis statement of this answer : Naruto loves Sasuke and is surely obsessed with him because - Sasuke inspires it in him. Sasuke is equally obsessed with Naruto, and one would think it is subtle and it certainly is as compared to loud Naruto, but objectively, not subtle AT ALL.

At. All.

Sasuke is so in love with Naruto, is so damn crazy about this funny, cute, earnest, raw and determined little urchin, that his brain practically turns to mush when he sees him.

You know why Sasuke wanted to kill Naruto in Shippuden? He keeps saying that Naruto is his closest friend, his one and only.....friend, which is why he needs to kill him. Why?

Because Sasuke is so in love with this boy, that he self-sabotages his goals when it comes to Naruto. It has been a damn pattern with him from DAY ONE.

Naruto is Sasuke's WEAKNESS.

Sasuke trains so hard, resolves to accomplish his goals so determinedly, promises himself to be strong, but when it comes to Naruto, all of it goes right down the drain. And it is a BIG problem for Sasuke. A practical problem. Because how is he gonna accomplish his goals if Naruto keeps coming in his way, distracting him, making Sasuke's knees weak, his heart thump, his eyes tangle with Naruto's gaze, his mind completely focused on Naruto's every move?

Team seven formed. Naruto and Sasuke hadn't even spent much time together exclusively. Naruto had just been an ass to Sasuke, kissing him in public and embarrassing him (Why didn't you beat him up Sasuke? You clearly said you would lol) then tying him up, gagging him and impersonating him, but what does Sasuke do when he sees a perennially hungry Naruto? This.

Even though he very well knew that he would be disqualified and wouldn't be allowed to train as a shinobi which is required for him to get stronger so he could one day, kill Itachi.

#self-sabotage

Sasuke goes on his first important mission with the team, and ends up protecting Naruto from the bad guys like a damn romantic hero on the way to land of waves country, tries to match his pace with Naruto while blushing, worrying for him, training with him at all hours of the night while everyone else including Sakura is resting, and he is having fun at it too, asking him for help and not Sakura who is 'supposed' to have better chakra control (only because she has a very small amount of chakra as compared to Sasuke and Naruto), and then out of nowhere, freaking sacrificing his life for him. He really was totally prepared to die for this boy at age 12. For love.

#self-sabotage

His "Body moved on its own."

Naruto couldn't believe his eyes. Naruto was still oblivious as to how Sasuke felt for him before this point so he was flabbergasted at Sasuke's sacrifice. But Sasuke can't actually tell him he loves him, that would be so embarrassing for him. Lol. Hence the awkwardness later.

But Naruto now knows Sasuke really cared for him. He valued him. And so what happens?

Sasuke inspired this in him. It didn't come out of oblivion. That's not how it works.

Then comes the forest of death arc. And we see how much Sasuke and Naruto work in close partnership, how much they know each other, how their instincts are so attuned to the other, especially Sasuke. Sasuke is certainly an observant person but his knowledge of Naruto is just too accurate. Not just his appearance (and why wouldn't it? Just see how much Sasuke stares at Naruto throughout, because it's too difficult for him to escape that 'gaze' of his lol) but his mannerisms, his insecurities and weaknesses.

His laser sharp focus on Naruto is so evident. And it's not only that, he goes OUT of his way to protect Naruto.

These fans should really ask themselves if this was really needed. Naruto was being flung around by a transformed Gaara left and right before this. And Sasuke was already injured and completely out of juice. Naruto would have gotten bruised at most here. Why would Sasuke go so out of his way to cushion his fall? And why would Kishi make Pakkun point it out too? Sasuke doesn't do this type of thing for ANYONE else. Absolutely no one. So what impression does it make? How exactly do these fans read this scene? Or they just conveniently ignore whatever doesn't satisfy their agenda? That's how denial works lol.

Sasuke retrieval arc. Not only is it remarkable that the entire arc is about Naruto trying to protect Sasuke, to bring him back so that his life isn't jeopardized at the hands of Oro, but just the sheer amount of space and footage Kishi gives to vote 1. Eight freaking chapters. A world famous manga where every single panel counts, eight chapters were devoted by Kishi to make sure that their bond, the intensity of that bond, their intimacy comes out clearly. Why? Is Kishi dumb? Like these fans are? No. He wanted to make sure that absolutely no stone was left unturned for the reader to understand what their bond is really about and how freaking intense it is. The whole point why Naruto simply couldn't digest the fact that Sasuke would actually be trying to kill him, was because Sasuke, at every point, SHOWED Naruto how important he was to him.

Naruto simply couldn't compute that Sasuke would do this to him. And this is exactly why Naruto was pushed to say - Can you kill me calmly, Sasuke? in a big ass panel. So much build up man. Like goddamn. Kishi put so damn much emphasis on it because of this. Why?

Because it was contradictory behaviour. Naruto couldn't believe Sasuke would even consider killing him because of the kind of insane lengths he went to, to protect Naruto. Even at the cost of his own ambition and freaking life. Why would Sasuke do it for him? Why would Sasuke jeopardize everything that is important to him, killing Itachi and restoring his clan's honour ie, for someone he doesn't care about? Does this look one sided?

I mean if even after all this, one feels so convinced that Sasuke doesn't care about Naruto in this manga, maybe go back to reading Archie? lol.

And even after the fight, the crazy power ups, what with breaking out hidden strengths with Sharingan evolution and kyuubi chakra and kyuubi cloak and curse mark transformation, they fight and fight, their faces incredibly pained at hurting each other like this, and Sasuke manages to overpower Naruto with SO MUCH effort........all for this.

Sasuke hovering over an unconscious Naruto. This scene has so much tenderness, so much emotion, so many panels were drawn to highlight this emotion. The clouds finally breaking through to give way to a beam of light that centres on Naruto's face and then gently fades away, while Sasuke is standing atop Naruto, looking down, at his face as he lies there unconscious and injured at the hands of Sasuke. As rain patters down on Sasuke's face, he says with such anguish and emotion - Naruto, I.....

But then dramatically falls down on his knees as the aftereffects of his curse mark make themselves known and ends up right over Naruto's face, looking at his closed eyes with so much pain and longing.

What was that about? Is Kishi stupid? Are all his editors stupid? What about the publication house? So these fans are the only smart ones in the universe? That must be it. Lol.

Think about it.

Sasuke was planning to kill his closest friend at Itachi's suggestion because that would have given him access to Mangekyou Sharingan and he would have come much closer in strength to Itachi, right? Naruto was completely disabled, right at Sasuke's mercy. Sasuke had the PERFECT opening. Sasuke was one second away from gaining that power. Something he battled hard for. Like hard hard. But what did he eventually decide? He decided not to.

Why? Do fans not see the contradiction in Sasuke's behaviour? Why would Sasuke have abandoned the perfect opportunity of gaining the power required to kill Itachi, someone he was absolutely ITCHING to kill, in favor of training with Oro, a man he despises, a man he very well knows has evil intentions towards Sasuke, for THREE fucking years when he could have skipped all of that here by killing Naruto in a matter of seconds??

Why?

Because he loves Naruto. Sasuke decided if being powerful enough to kill Itachi meant that he would need to kill his most precious, his usuratonkachi, then he would rather come up with his own way to become stronger. Even if it took him waaaay more time and effort, even if he could taste the desire to kill his brother on his tongue like blood, even if it meant giving up his body to someone like Oro, he would do it if it meant Naruto would still keep living.

#self-sabotage

During the reunion, he tells Naruto that he would give his body to Oro over and over if it meant he would be able to kill Itachi. So all of THAT is acceptable to Sasuke but not killing Naruto. Sasuke is not Itachi. Sasuke is his own person, and he would make his decisions based on his feelings, he will not pander to his brother. Because he is him and he loves Naruto.

But that didn't stop him from being entirely devastated at being separated from Naruto. Crushed. Heartbroken. As he is shown having left Konoha and entering the darkness, his face, paralleled with Naruto's own as he is carried away by Kakashi, shows his true feelings about separating from his most precious person. Someone with whom he feels like family.

During their reunion, Naruto asks Sasuke why he left him alive? Why he didn't kill him off? Naruto knew Sasuke had the best opportunity to do it. But he didn't do it. Naruto knew very well that Sasuke didn't kill him for the same reason he protected Naruto all those other times. Because Sasuke really cared for him, he valued Naruto.

Sasuke deflects. He tells him he doesn't need to explain it to him. Naruto looks skeptical. Then he says he left him alive on a whim. And of course Naruto doesn't believe him. Naruto knows Sasuke is lying. Is Sasuke a person who would do things on a Whim? Is that how he is characterized in the manga? What other thing did he do on a whim? Sasuke says that even Oro was not powerful enough to take on Itachi, let alone himself. He could have made things so much easier for himself if he had killed Naruto and gotten MS, but no. If Naruto didn't mean so much to him, what was stopping him to kill Naruto? Even when the stakes were so damn high?

When Naruto asks him why he let him live during the reunion, Sasuke is actually struggling to answer him. He feels vulnerable. Look at his face when he says that emotions weaken a person, causes confusion. He knows this from experience. Because he couldn't kill Naruto. He again sabotaged his own objective, like always, because he just cannot bear to have Naruto hurt. He just cannot. Someone who couldn't even let Naruto be freaking bruised by a tree trunk, who cannot even let Naruto go hungry for a mere few hours even at the cost of his own freaking disqualification, can he kill Naruto so easily? Heh. The narrative is doing its work. Sasuke is a simp for Naruto man. Even if Sasuke isn't able to say what he feels due to self preservation and his own tsundereness, the reader knows the truth. How? Because we aren't blind or stupid. We know how to read. We enjoy stories and storytelling.

The crux of it all was that Sasuke wasn't able to kill Naruto even though it would have had been really really advantageous for him in reaching his goal. But. At what cost? By killing Naruto? No way in hell. Heh.

Honestly, Sasuke says everything himself. No one has to look anywhere else. He knows Naruto is his weakness. He simply cannot help himself when it comes to Naruto. That's why he says he needs to cut him off in vote 2. As long as Naruto is alive, and keeps getting in Sasuke's way, Sasuke would never be able to help himself. Everytime Naruto comes along, Sasuke's objectives and goals take a backseat, in fact, go right out the window. Sasuke is defined by love, led by love, motivated by it, inspired by it. Itachi taught him how to hate. But Naruto was the one who caught his nerve, who reached his heart, who made him warm and fuzzy, who taught him to love, to accept love, to let himself be loved. By Naruto.

Sasuke says he will be the darkness, and live on by eating the ashes. He needs to be the darkness to be the true hokage, that's his goal. But how can he be the darkness if Naruto, the light incarnate, fills him with the light of his love? With his warmth and care and affection?

Sasuke's actions towards Naruto are often contradictory. During the reunion, Naruto is urged by Kurama to draw on his power, but Naruto resists and then Sasuke (who just couldn't stop staring at him throughfuckingout) enters his mind space and makes the kyuubi retreat. Why should it matter to him? Why should he even feel the need to be there? He already knows that Naruto has a special power. So he glided down like an angel, hugged Naruto (which he really really didn't need to do), whispered in his ears (why are you here Naruto when you could be out there training huh? huh?), and then was so damn focused on him that Yamato found the opening to attack Sasuke even though Sasuke is a person thoroughly anal with being on guard all the time?

#self-sabotage

And I only mention this because Sasuke's character is already established as someone who is not a touchy feely guy. When a character does something out of character, it registers itself in the reader's mind. You simply cannot deny it. Kishi put so much effort in writing and drawing him, do these fans think all this comes out of oblivion? No thought, no idea behind it? So if Sasuke is made to do something out of character, there must be some reason for it, no? Except when it comes to Naruto, it is in character for Sasuke to do something he doesn't rationally intend to. Because love is not rational.

Sasuke was already reminded by Sai of Naruto. Sasuke is told that Naruto is still looking for him. And then Sai proceeds to disparage Naruto, and how does Sasuke react? He genjutsues his ass. Lol. Don't you think it is a disproportionate action for Sasuke to do this if he didn't care about Naruto?

Like when fans are used to big actions, big gestures and big reactions, which are typical of shounen, they often miss out on more subtle actions and reactions. But just because they don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there. I am sorry (not) but SNS fans cannot be blamed for other fans' ignorance and incompetence at media comprehension.

This might be subtle by shounen standards but it's not that subtle. These fans would certainly benefit from watching a wider variety of media. Learning more about how narrative and visual language works. If they can't see that Naruto and Shippuden are a love story, it's a problem, for them. Because what a waste of their time and energy.

Sasuke looks at the Great Naruto bridge and smiles fondly. Why do you think Kishi put this panel here? Why was it needed? What purpose does it serve? Every panel counts right? When Sasuke is told of Naruto defeating Pein, he smiles like he is proud of Naruto. Why? What was even the need to do that? If Kishi means to tell the audience that Sasuke wants to kill Naruto because he hates him or doesn't care, why the hell would he put these panels there so strategically that give exactly the opposite impression to the viewer, and the impression that they give is completely consistent with how Sasuke acts with him in part one? I seriously cannot fathom the amounts of denial these fans must need in order to simply erase and sweep these multiple moments, scenes and dialogues under the rug.

What is even the point of reading this manga? And what exactly makes them so righteous about it too that they have the audacity of criticising SNS fandom for shipping the boys? Who told them they could do it? Who the hell are these people to say shit like this? Who told them they had the qualification? Because the comprehension that they show indicates they should still be reading nursery rhymes. Like learn how narrative works, learn how imagery works, learn how a scene works, learn how mise en scene works, learn what an arc is, learn how characterization works, learn how literary tools and tricks work and THEN talk about it if you are so sure. But hell, if they actually cared to learn all that, they wouldn't be saying this shit. Hell, don't do any of it, just be honest with yourself. That is enough. But no. They are way too precious for that. Learning is beneath them. Lol.

Ignorance breeds more ignorance.

Sasuke saves Naruto during the war arc over and over again, even when it wasn't needed or doing it with so many extra measures, they were unnecessary, so much so that even Naruto is taken aback by it. Why? What impression does it give to the reader? Isn't it reminiscent of part one, when Sasuke saved Naruto from the evil tree trunk? Because he is just so damn protective of his precious boyfriend, his one and only........friend. Lol. This is how narrative works man, psychological and emotional manipulation. That's what storytelling is all about, and talented writers/storytellers/creators understand the concept of perception very well. Perception of text, visuals and sound effects.

Think of the story as a patchwork rug that is patched with complementary coloured pieces of fabric stitched with connecting threads that bring out the brilliance of the rug. An audio-visual story or a film works the same way, where the visuals/scenes are thoughtfully edited and joined together with strategically placed complementary visual effects, text and sound effects to bring out the messaging and impact that the storyteller wants to convey to the reader. The talented a writer/creator is, the smoother and believable the narrative is, the more perceptive he is, the more his intent comes out and makes itself known to the reader, the greater its impact on the reader.

Kishi wrote them as the main act. That is the truth. Everything is intentional.

During vote 2, Sasuke is so damn emotional fighting with Naruto. He climbs on his lap and punches him senseless, and Naruto takes it. It's obviously a parallel to vote one when Naruto climbs on Sasuke's lap and punches him senseless and Sasuke takes it. Does this look like a normal fight? Where else do players fight like this in the manga? Any other example?

No.

It's an emotional fight. They are not fighting for political reasons or to prove a point. The fight is emotional. Just like vote 1. Both are nerve wracking. Emotional overload. Mind short circuits. Lol. Here are two characters who are experiencing them and I can't even read about it without curling on my bed and holding my torso tight because it's just too much man. And I am not easily affected. I have seen all sorts of melodrama and I thought I was immune. Fortified. But damn Kishimoto, he just wrecked me. Sigh.

This sort of reaction doesn't come out of oblivion. Fans who say shit like the one in this ask, have no idea how much effort and thought and emotion it takes to write something like this.

Sasuke didn't show this type of emotion even when he was battling Itachi. He was composed and in control. But with Naruto, he loses it. Why? Because he is doing something he doesn't want to. Not in the heart of his hearts.

Killing Naruto is a requirement for him because for him, Naruto has become an emotional liability. He loves Naruto despite his better judgment. He loses all perspective when he is with Naruto. No matter how strong his convictions are, Naruto makes his heart flutter. His resolve weakens. That is why he left Konoha in the first place. He says to Naruto - Did I get stronger playing around with you?

Hatred towards Itachi was his motivation to get strong enough to kill him. But if Naruto kept making him fall in love more and more, how would he kill Itachi?

The whole reason Orochimaru separated them was because Naruto was changing Sasuke, meaning, he was healing Sasuke.

Naruto and only Naruto, had the power to do that. If Sasuke had completely given over to his feelings for Naruto, no way he would have been able to carry on his revenge plans. A heart filled with love cannot hate. Unless that love is taken away forcefully, then the love transforms into hate.

Naruto tells him he simply won't let him be alone. Naruto understands why Sasuke wanted to kill him. To be alone. To be devoid of love. Love would have been a hindrance to his goals. But it would have meant unending loneliness for Sasuke. Darkness. Pain. Misery.

And Naruto wouldn't have it. No way siree bob. Not on his watch. Naruto loves Sasuke. Beyond comprehension. Just like Sasuke loves Naruto. He simply WON'T let Sasuke be alone because Naruto understands what it means to be lonely. That was the point of their intersection in the first place. Naruto won't let Sasuke be alone because he cares for Sasuke's well being. If Naruto is obsessively in love with Sasuke, and he IS, and proudly too, it's because Sasuke simply won't be swayed with anything less. Naruto had to have immense amounts of love for Sasuke to counter the immense hate in Sasuke for the world. If you want to call it obsession, fine. But the more appropriate term is - Devotion. Something that Kishimoto himself uses when he makes Yashamaru explain love to Gaara. It's called context building.

Sakura? Can she even compare? With Naruto? Bah. She was prepared to kill him in kage arc when Naruto was preparing to lay down his life for him shinjuu style.

She made every confession to Sasuke about herself. Naruto made it about Sasuke. If it weren't the case, Sasuke wouldn't have listened to him in the kage arc. Sasuke was bent on killing Sakura and Kakashi, drunk on power and grief, but he calms down when Naruto confesses to him. And accepts Naruto's proposal. Are these fans telling me Sasuke is shallow and stupid enough to fall for it if he didn't care? Will they not give Sasuke the agency to make the right decision for himself? What he wants to do? Will these fans take away from his intelligence by saying shit that goes against his characterisation and arc development? So Kishi is wrong and these fans are right about him? Lol. The levels of delusions.

When Naruto tells Sasuke that he hurts when Sasuke does, that he hurts so much, he cannot stand it, look at Sasuke. Why would he be so taken aback? Why? Why is he so affected if he didn't care for Naruto? When Sasuke asks him why he goes to such lengths to save Sasuke, Naruto tries to distract him from it and Sasuke gets triggered. Is Sasuke really a person who would get triggered like this if he didn't feel for Naruto? Sasuke asks Naruto with such delicacy and hesitance - But what does friend mean to you? Why does he want to know? How does it matter to him if he didn't care?

Why would Kishi write this stuff in this conclusive chapter? Is it meaningless? Does it not say anything about Sasuke's character? Like I know people twist it and twist it some more, but really, the simplest explanation is always the right one. It might not be as direct, but if you really gather all the data and compute it without prejudice, you can and definitely will see it for yourself. Storytelling can be layered you know. Why be as bad as those dudebros? Even dudebros call him Susgay. Because even if they cannot comprehend much more than that, they can feel it. Why? Because that's how Kishi wrote him. That's how storytelling works.

Dang, when Naruto assures him of his love for Sasuke and his trust in him, Sasuke cries. Fucking cries man. Is Sasuke a person who would emote meaninglessly? The only other person who affects him enough to make him cry is Itachi. Are these fans saying that Itachi meant nothing to Sasuke?

Notice how at peace he looks when he says - I have lost..

Why should he feel at peace? Why? Because he finally accepts love. He is convinced of it. Naruto reminded him of his bonds with his family, something he always wanted, something he missed deeply when they had gone. But now, he can let himself feel it again.

Kishi had already thought of this ending back in 2009, or even before. Not a retcon. Regardless, if these fans had any sense, they could tell it from the story itself.

In conclusively significant chapter 698, in Sasuke's monologue, it is finally revealed that Sasuke, after all that he did to and with Naruto, had always had an eye on Naruto. He had had always felt weak for him. He felt warm and fuzzy. He resonated with Naruto's loneliness. Every little thing that he did for Naruto, all his sacrifices even when the audience couldn't really find commensurate with their dynamic back then in part one, were revealed to be Sasuke's acts of love for Naruto. Because this boy had been loving him since then, since they were eight years old, even when Naruto had no clue. He didn't ask for anything back, nothing in return, he just LOVED. As he knew how to. Not with big declarations of love and guilting the other party, like Sakura or Hinata for Naruto, but with actions and genuine heartfelt emotions. Because that's what unconditional, genuine, devotional, true love is all about. Isn't it? Naruto's zeal, spirit and desire to connect made him think about his bonds with his family, the centre of his emotional core. And it grew more and more as they trained together and fought together being part of the same team. Naruto had reached the core of his heart when Naruto was not even aware of it. Naruto's own acts of love came much later. But Sasuke's were just there, even when the audience couldn't clock it out. This is how Kishi wrote Sasuke. THIS is Sasuke's character. His stans think they really get Sasuke, think he should be a single man and get rid of annoying Naruto. They DON'T get him AT ALL. Sasuke is about love, that he had been giving Naruto unconditionally all this time. Without asking for any thing in return. Because that's who Sasuke is, because that's how strong and selfless his character is. Because he is a fucking legend of a person. He learnt something at age 8 that takes people a lifetime to learn, despite all the odds he faced. Despite Itachi's every attempt at filling him with hate, Sasuke knew how to love. Sasuke IS LOVE.

If these fans don't wanna see it, it's one thing. But don't come for the SNS fandom. This story is a love story. About them. There are more than a dozen literary romantic references, drawn from Asian media and symbology, very evident to people who know about it already. So all of that is wrong and these fans are right who can't even fucking read right? Do I give them a badge of honour? Yep, bravo. Lol.

I have done a lot of cringey shit in my life, but fortunately for me, there's no evidence left except in my own memories. Sad thing is these fans will potentially grow up one day and see it all differently. And mark my words, they will cringely cringe at their cringeworthy behaviour and takes. Which is all DOCUMENTED for everyone to see. Lol. Nothing much they can do about it. But they can always learn. To be better.

Conclusion -

If Naruto is, as they say, obsessed with Sasuke, it's because he learnt from the best of the best. Sasuke. 😏

[shanklin]

In a world where the belief of humans can create gods and deities, Stan dies from an infection soon after losing Ford.

It’s just a minor setback! Or so Ghost!Stan tells himself as he tries desperately to figure out how to touch stuff again. It doesn’t help that Ford warded most of his things against ghosts.

One day while practicing to become corporeal Stan comes across a couple of weird creatures [a gorilla wearing underwear? Unicorn made out of corn? A horse riding another horse? What?] ranting about Bigfoot and how stuck up she’s gotten ever since she ascended to godhood just because some crazy fanatics turned the hunt for her into a cult.

Meanwhile smaller szories and folktales like them are trying their hardest to survive. But peoples belief is fading and soon they will be forgotten and cease to exist.

This changes everything! Stan knows a great business opportunity when he sees it!

It’s almost too easy to abuse the system.

Religion has always been a scam in Stan's opinion. So he might as well turn himself into a god.

Good thing Ford did all the hard work for him by becoming the mysterious science man in the woods. All Stan has to do is to make himself visible long to create Mr. Mystery.

The belief of the townsfolk grants Stan enough strength to become corporeal and soon enough Stan opens his temple [tourist trap] for business. 

People pilgrimage to his holy ground, pay tithings [entrance fees] listen to his sermons [tours] and leave offerings [cash] in exchange for blessings [cheap souvenirs Stan tells them will bring them luck]. They even take little statues of him back home and convert others to believe in him as well. [It's a fun tourist trap why wouldn't you believe the owner exists].

Eventually he even gets his own priests [employees] to help him out.

In exchange for favours Stan also promotes the almost forgotten and fading folktales he meets. They quickly become his most loyal followers. Stan may have scammed his way into godhood at record speed but he still cares for the little guys. He’s saving their lives and they could not be more grateful. 

The other gods however HATE him but cant do anything about it because he's not technically breaking any rules.

With every new believer Stan grows stronger and changes.

His lies turn into reality. His souvenirs become actual blessed artifacts protecting the owners and Stan becomes one with Gravity Falls. Its true protective deity. Time has no meaning and throws up a barrier protecting his home. The same one Ford has already studied in the past.

And when the zodiac fails and Stan tells Bill that that doesn’t matter because Bill will die here, Gravity Falls rumbles with excitement.

Stan spins a story about the deity protecting this land and how they will not allow Bill to break the barrier or harm them any further.

All Stan needs for everyone to do is to close their eyes and pray.

“Stan, we don't have time for your ridiculous lies!”

“Just once in your life do as I say and believe in me, Sixer!”

The people of Gravity Falls have surprising faith in their local conman and so do the kids. With no other options left Ford closes his eyes and says a short prayer.

When he opens his eyes again the world is engulfed in blue flames and before him stands the young form of his brother surrounded by the real life versions of fake tourist attractions.

Stan puts on his holy knuckle dusters and grins. 

[thanosscross]

omgg I really loves your recent fic about twin! jiyong!! can I request bigbang and her group got invited to some variety shows and since jiyong and y/n is twins, they got ask to do some twins telepathy, where they sit face to face on a chairs with their hands connected to each other lolololll it would be so funny!

I absolutely love this idea! Love love love it!!

Double, Double, Combo part 3/? - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader + Twin! Ji-Yong

Summary: After agreeing to go to a variety show with the boys, you all end up having fun doing impressions of each other, and answering fan questions, afterwards, you overhear your new boyfriend explaining exactly when he first loved you.

Warnings: None lovelies! <33

After a long, long talk with your brother, you found common ground, You were dating Seung Hyun, even if he didn't like it, but you would make sure you weren't ruining any friendships between your groups in the process. On your last day of break, all eight of you were asked to appear on a variety show, which you happily agreed to, knowing you always had the most fun doing their cute little challenges and games.

As you made your way onto the set, you smiled brightly, taking notice to the different things they had laid out for the episode. As the director called action, you all quickly introduced yourselves "So! With that being said! Let's go into our first section of tonight's episode! Fans want to know these questions, first up, Tae-Yang" The host smiled, as Tae-Yang answered his question, you couldn't help but nod along to the music playing in your head. Ji-Yong taking notice to you not paying attention, quickly shot you a look, without needing to see it, you quickly sat up straight, listening closely to your brother's bandmate. "Woah! That helps lead into our next question, for the twins! Fans want to know, with how you interact on stage, do you have magic twin telepathy?" The host asked playfully, causing you and Ji to look at each other laughing loudly "I mean..I don't think so, I just like to believe I can read my brother's expressions well" You giggled, causing the host to give you a skeptical look "That's what I would say if I was hiding my super power too, would you mind showing us then. if you don't have telepathy, it shouldn't be an issue, right?" He asked teasingly, you just shook your head giggling as you and your brother moved to the bright green mat on the floor, your dress riding up slightly, due to you sitting on your knees in front of Ji, him sitting the same way, as Seung Hyun was quick to take his suit jacket and lay it over your lap to keep you covered.

Trying to stop your giggles as your brother dramatically placed his hands on your head "Really? I worked hard on my hair!" You giggled loudly, placing your hands on his face dramatically before closing your eyes tightly "Okay! Y/n, what is your brother thinking of?" The host asked, smirking to yourself you giggled loudly "That Y/n is the better twin" You laughed, your brother's eyes opening quickly as he laughed "Yea right! In your dreams, Yeo-dongsaeng!" he laughed, placing his hands back on your head, trying his best to keep his laughs suppressed as he started to think of something to say for what you were thinking of. "G-Dragon?" The host asked, using his question cards to hide his smile "Y/n thinks Seung Hyun is cute" He laughed, watching as your cheeks grew red with a blush, you both had decided that you'd keep things private for now, so now you had to channel your inner actor, and act like you weren't currently sleeping in Seung Hyun's bed at night. "I do not, oppa! I'd date Dae-Sung before I would T.O.P!" You whined loudly, glancing at Seung Hyun as you spoke, quickly shooting your brother a playful glare as him and your shared friends, laughed at your reaction. "Okay! Okay! Before this turns into a dating show! Let's move on to our next question." The host shouted loudly as he laughed, as you moved from section to section, you laughed as your brother spoke about his and the boys' impressions "Oh no, I like to think I have a pretty good impression of my brother, but Su-mi has the absolute best" You smiled brightly turning the attention to your best friend of your group, she just giggled softly as she nodded "It's easy! Especially if he's singing!" She laughed softly, before singing his verse to Bae Bae, you quickly picking up where she ends, trying to remember Seung Hyun's part the best you could, stumbling over your words at the end "I'm sorry! I'm flustered!" You giggled covering your face "Y/n and I like to cover their songs whenever we're bored in the studio" Your friend admitted as she giggled, you just gasped dramatically "Su-mi! You can't say things like! Ji-Yong might start thinking I actually like him being my brother!" You teased laughing, watching as your brother laughing loudly. "So, we had something else planned, but with all this new knowledge, I think, we should do an impression of groups? Boys if you can perform one of the girls' songs better than they can one of yours, they have to buy you anything you want as a group collectively, girls same goes for you" The host explained laughing, motioning you all over to find what song you wanted to perform.

What you thought was the only round, was fun, as soon as you and your friends wrapped up your performance, the host laughed "Okay! Okay! That was impressive from both sides! BigBang, you were on top of that one! but now, I want to see the two who tried the hardest compete, T.O.P! Y/n! Please step forward to pick a song!" The host laughed, panting you looked at him in shock "What!? Again!?" You playfully shouted as you slowly walked over, scrolling through the songlist again, giggling as you pressed yours quickly, adding it to play after Seung Hyun's choice, there was no way you were going first, you needed a breather first. You watched as Seung Hyun swung his hips to your music, turning his head to look at the camera over his shoulder as he started to sing along with the lyrics playing through the speakers. As it got to the chorus, Seung Hyun made his way to you, cupping your cheeks as he sang before turning away dramatically as he laughed, having to take a moment to compose himself again before finishing out the song. You and your brother were in tears laughing, finding it more than entertaining watching Seung Hyun put his all into trying to pretend to be you, as he took a seat next to Ji-Yong, he smirked "Top that, Y/n" He said playfully, swiping his imaginary long hair over his shoulder as you stood up laughing.

As the music for 'Doom Dada' played, you giggled, trying to stay on beat as you turned around, starting to rap the first verse, throwing your own spin on his choreography as you started to sing the chorus. Seung Hyun couldn't hold back his laughs watching you try your best to act like him on stage. Getting into the music more, you nodded along as you sung the second chorus, feeling nervous as you heard the instrumental for the ending rap build up. As you steadied yourself, you tried to keep up, proving successful until the last few lines, instead trying to hide it by just repeating 'dadada' in the same tone as the rap. Seung Hyun was quick to notice, laughing loudly as he jumped to his feet pointing at you "I win! I win! She messed up!" He laughed jokingly, watching as you blushed letting your head drop in defeat "What can I say? Nobody can do it like T.O.P" You giggled, high fiving your boyfriend as you walked past, taking a seat again next to your brother, who was still laughing at your attempt to rap.

Whenever the Variety show was finished filming, you were all rushed back to the hotel for rehearsals, which ended up running until about two AM. Seung Hyun quick to follow you back to your group's side of the suite, smiling as you scooted over in your bed motioning for Seung Hyun to lay down "You looked good in rehearsals today" He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close to him "Thank you, handsome, You looked amazing" You smiled, cupping his cheek gently as you sighed "What was that for?" He chuckled, moving his hand to mimic yours "I just..- You're awesome and I'm so happy with you" You sighed, not being able to find the words to match your feelings correctly, pecking his lips gently before leaning against the pillows "I'm happy with you, Jagiya" He smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead gently before pulling away, both of you laying there whispering to each other until you finally fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, you'd be left in your bed, alone, Seung Hyun sitting in the living room talking quietly with your brother. "So you understand, then?" Ji-Yong asked softly, glancing towards your bedroom door and then Seung Hyun "It's not that I don't want you together, I'm happy! I just..if something ever happened between you two..you understand I'd always be on her side" Ji-Yong rephrased, he hated saying it out loud, especially because Seung Hyun was his hyung, someone who he'd always stand by, but at the end of the day, but you were also his twin sister, so it was always you over anybody at the end of the day. "Yes, Ji, I understand, I promise, it won't ever come down to that" Seung Hyun smiled softly, giving his friend a soft hug "I've loved Y/n since she first ran into the studio, yelling at you for telling your mother that she was wearing a two piece dress for her first show" He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair nervously "You remember that?" Ji-Yong laughed, in shock his friend remembered something that was from your debut, Seung Hyun just nodded, chuckling softly "Yes, I do remember it, she was so cute! The way she just barreled through the doors and boys, just to yell at you for being a 'tattletale'" Seung Hyun replied, smiling softly, a blush quickly rising to his cheeks as he noticed you tiredly making your way into the living room area.

"Kwon Ji-Yong, if you're spilling my secrets again, I might just have to fucking kill you" You threatened, watching as he gave you a shocked look "No! I was talking with my friend!" he protested in reply as you crossed your arms "My boyfriend" You argued, moving to sit down next to Seung Hyun, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around you "Okay, Okay, children" Seung Hyun jokingly called out, laughing as you both stopped and looked at him, you gave your brother one last playful glare before looking back towards the older male. "Why didn't you wake me up?" You asked softly, pulling your knees to your chest as you tilted your head, Seung Hyun just smiled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before glancing at your brother "Ji woke me up, and asked if I'd let you sleep" He replied, pulling you close as Ji-Yong gasped playfully "You know, I'm feeling very attacked right now" He joked, laughing softly as you grabbed your brother's arm playfully "I'm so sorry, I love you, Oppa, you're an amazing big brother" You giggled, watching as he playfully thanked you, almost like he was accepting an award, causing you to giggle loudly, leaning back against the couch.

Stage rehearsals were slightly stressful, this time going without any issues other than certain mics not working, or dancers not remembering their choreography. Standing on the stage, you laughed loudly "Hi, welcome to my tv show, called...I don't know" You giggled, motioning for you brother and the choreographer to follow you backstage, laughing loudly as you noticed Dae-Sung on Seung Hyun's shoulders, Tae-Yang trying his best to stay in a handstand. Su-Mi and the other girls trying their best to stay posed like the boys during their sets "Where I have to live and work with this" You replied finally through giggles, squealing as you noticed your brother recording you all as they both laughed. As Seung Hyun let Dae-Sung down, he quickly rushed to your side, smiling "Want to go out for dinner tonight, Jagiya?" He asked lowly as he leaned down closer to your ear "Of course, but don't speak to me like that again" You giggled softly, smacking his arm playfully "it's hot" You added on before making your way over to the sound box, dropping off your equipment, that way they could charge them up for your show tomorrow tonight.

Ji-Yong watched as you and Seung Hyun walked out together, feeling himself smile softly "So! Ji! What do you think about those two?" Dae-Sung giggled, Su-Mi close behind smiling "Aren't they adorable together?" She asked, smiling as Ji-Yong nodded in agreement "I'm happy seeing my yeo-donsaeng happy, and I'm happy seeing hyung happy, and that's all that matters right?" He replied, giving his bandmate a worried look "You just don't want to see them hurt" Dae-Sung assumed, watching as his friend nodded softly "Have hope in them, they're both mature adults, any issues they have, I'm sure they'll work it out in a mature civil way" Su-Mi smiled, trying to convince your brother that you and Seung Hyun were locked in together. "R-Right, right" Ji-Yong agreed, messing with his rings.

You and Seung Hyun on the other hand, would be in the hotel room, smacking each other with pillows as you argued playfully over where to eat "Okay! Okay! You win!" You giggled loudly as you dropped onto the bed, playfully falling limp as Seung Hyun laughed "Yes! I promise, You'll love this place, Jagiya" He smiled, leaning over to kiss you softly, you happily sat up, kissing him back, pouting whenever he pulled away "Ready to go eat?" He smiled, knowing you were now upset over him pulling away "I guess, only if you kiss me one more time" You laughed, resting your hand on the back of his neck as you pulled him into another kiss.

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[stellamarielu]

breaking the rules

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: declan can’t stop thinking about his daughter’s best friend, and it doesn’t help when he overhears her talking about how she’s never been satisfied in the bedroom

content: nsfw, 18+, cursing, kinda pervy!declan, mentions of male masturbation, talks of female orgasms, just lots of yearning temptation and dirty scenarios, no actual sex happening here but still smutty

author’s note: writing best friend’s dad!declan is always calling my name and i’m just a girl with a dilf obsession! also this takes place after maud leaves and our man is lonely and in need of some attention

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“Oh come on Taggie I’ve been waiting for weeks!” You were trying to keep your voice down but couldn’t help the way it came out in a hushed yell.

You and your best friend were sharing a throw blanket on her living room couch, sitting side by side under the warmth of the crocheted material. The television was on, the quiet hum and bright colors filled the old room of the priory but neither of you were paying any attention to it. The cheesy rom-com playing out on the tv made for the perfect background noise to your giggles and gossip. You’d been going for hours, talking about everything under the sun like two teenage girls at a slumber party. It was nearly 1 in the morning, and you were still going strong, the current topic up for discussion was her rather scandalous relationship with Rupert Campbell-Black. 

That’s when Declan had finally had enough of the noise coming from downstairs. He hadn’t slept more than an hour before he was woken up by the sound of his daughter and her best friend cackling. He tried ignoring it- even placing a pillow over his head to drown out the laughter, but here he was 55 minutes later and still not sleeping. So, he drug himself out of bed and threw on an old pair of sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt as he began his descent down the stairs to put an end to your fun. Only, he was stopped just one step shy of the living room doorway when he heard his friends name.

“Is Rupert good in bed?” 

He immediately recognized the voice as yours, familiar with the cheery tone that’s constantly filling the walls of his home.

“I mean he must be right? Compared to Ralphie?”

Declan didn’t like where this conversation was going. The less he knew about his daughter’s relations the better. While the topic was making him increasingly uncomfortable, he couldn’t hide his desire to know if Rupert had gone behind his back and touched her. He’s debating turning around and going back upstairs when he hears Taggie’s soft plea.

“Oh my God keep your voice down!” 

She’s much quieter than you, her words merely a whisper.

“We’ve literally just kissed the one time.”

Declan feels a massive weight lifting off his shoulders as Taggie speaks. A kiss was still infuriating and worth interrogating Rupert over, but he couldn’t have handled hearing anything more than that. 

“Tag. That was like two weeks ago.”

There’s your voice again. You’re trying to keep your volume down, but you’re still far louder than his daughter. 

“You’re telling me nothing else has happened? God Tag, I wouldn’t be able to keep it in my pants if I were you.” 

Taggie was laughing at your comment. Her giggle reminding Declan of the reason he was currently hiding outside his own living room. He was there to tell the two of you to keep the noise down, but had somehow found himself eavesdropping instead. The sudden guilt he felt as he listened to the gossip that wasn’t meant for his ears settled in and he turned on his heels to sneak back up the stairs. He was taking his first step away from your conversation when his ears began to burn at the words whispered from your lips. 

“I mean he’s attractive, his body is insane, and he would literally do anything for you. Even the way he looks at you is hot. If I were you, I’d be on that in like half a second.” 

“I’d be on that.” The words ring in Declan’s ears and he can’t help but picture you on top of him- straddling his waist. God he was sick, he had to stop thinking about you like that. You were Taggie’s best friend for Christ sake. 

Lately every time you were around- which was nearly all the time, Declan could hardly look you in the eye. He was ashamed of his little crush on you, but as much as he tried to push it away, it always found him late at night when he was alone in bed. There was so much about you that drew him in; your witty humor, your confidence, your endearing smile, your ass when you wore that one pair of jeans he liked so much. He just couldn’t get you off his mind. Now you were sitting in his living room talking about how much you wanted to mount Rupert Campbell-Black.

“I bet he is good in bed.”

You’re speculating and he can hear Taggie giggling and telling you to shut up. He knows for a fact her face is red in embarrassment. 

“I mean there’s no way he’s bad. Not with all that experience.”

You’re ignoring Taggie’s protests as you continue theorizing about Declan’s best friend’s sex life. 

“He probably knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Declan can hear a rustling noise and assumes Taggie must’ve hit you with a throw pillow. 

“Maybe I need to find an experienced older man of my own. I swear all these guys our age don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, I’m tired of faking orgasms.”

You were giggling but Declan could hear a hint of defeat in your words, his dick stirring in his sweats at hearing the word orgasm come out of your mouth. 

“They can’t all be that bad, what about the guy from last weekend? He seemed sweet.” Taggie chimed in, causing him to come back to reality.

Last weekend? Come to think of it Declan couldn’t recall seeing you at their house like he did most Saturday nights. He remembered Taggie coming home late and mentioning the two of you had spent a few hours at bar sinister over a bottle of chardonnay, but you were nowhere to be seen. 

“Yeah, sweet doesn’t account for bedroom prowess.” You were correcting your friend’s innocent remark.

“So it wasn’t good then?” 

“It was fine.” You sounded rather underwhelmed as you recounted your one-night stand.

“I think I’ve just given up hope that a man can get me off.” The dissapointment in your voice was undeniable as you whispered.

“Maybe I’m just broken.” You forced a laugh attempting to bring humor back into the mix. 

Declan couldn’t deny the anger he felt as you divulged your issue aloud sitting on his living room couch. Those pricks don’t deserve you. They don’t deserve to have you in their beds, getting their dicks wet at the expense of your dissatisfaction. 

“That’s why you need to speed things up with Rupert and tell me all about your adventures in the bedroom so I can live vicariously through you.” 

God he couldn’t bear to hear Rupert’s name in the context of his daughter’s sex life one more time. In fact, he couldn’t bear to listen to anything else regarding either one of your sex lives. 

He already knew he would be worked up for weeks just thinking about the fact that you were waiting around for someone to fuck you properly. 

It was going to torture him now– watching you waltzing in his front door with all that pent up frustration and knowing he could relieve you of the pressure with just the touch of his fingers. He already thought about making you come. He thought about it at least once a week with his hand wrapped around his dick. Envisioning you underneath him, chest heaving and eyes rolling back into your head with your pretty lips all pouted. He would bring himself to completion just from the mere idea of what you sounded like when you came undone. It was truly sick the way he would pump his cock until it was spilling over his fist, imagining such twisted fantasies starring his daughter’s best friend. 

He had to excuse himself from the hallway before he heard anything else that would fuel his forbidden desire. Taking a small step backwards toward the stairs, the weight of Declan’s foot caused the old wood floors to creak. He paused his movement, cursing himself for making a noise that could blow his cover. 

The halt of whispers and giggles coming from the living room let declan know you girls had heard the squeak from the doorway.

He tried his best to float into the room, making it look as if he had just walked down the stairs. 

“Oh god sorry. Were we being loud?” 

Taggie looked absolutely mortified to see her father standing before them given the last few minutes of conversation.

“It’s alright, just came down to grab some water.” He lied.

“didn’t realize you girls were in here.” Another lie.

He wanted to remain as nonchalant as possible. After overhearing all the sex talk, it was best for him not to mention you were so loud that he couldn’t sleep. The last thing he wanted was to make Taggie uncomfortable, or worse- her try to convince him that Rupert wasn’t a first-class rake at one in the morning. 

“We were just gonna go to bed.” Taggie’s cheeks were pink, and her voice was quiet.

Declan let his eyes wander over to you, just for one second– no half a second. But it was enough time for him to see the oversized t-shirt that was hanging off your shoulder exposing the curve of your neck. Unlike Taggie’s embarrassed demeanor you looked much more relaxed, maybe even a little relieved to see the man awake and shirtless in the doorway. He even caught the beginning of a smirk slipping onto your lips when he averted his gaze back to his daughter. 

“all good, just make sure you turn off the tv.” He was motioning to the romcom that neither of you had watched a single minute of that was now nearing it’s end. He raised his hand in a small wave as he continued to the kitchen, not letting his daughter get another word in. 

He was quick getting a glass and filling it with tap water, even taking a swig and attempting to allow the cool liquid to refresh his mind from the filthy thoughts of you still swimming in his brain. Only, it didn’t help much seeing as though he caught another glimpse of you on his way back to the stairs. You and Taggie had now given up on gossiping after nearly getting caught, and settled on watching the last bit of your movie in silence. You were snuggled into the side of the couch, your head resting against one hand playing with your hair and the other toying with the collar of your shirt that was hanging so low that it let declan get a good look at the top of your chest. There was absolutely no reason for him to find you so irresistible while doing nothing out of the ordinary, but he still found his heart racing in his chest at the sight of you.

He had to force his feet up the stairs to get him away before you had a more depraved effect on him, something other than just a quickening pulse.  

After getting back to his bedroom, declan tried everything to get you off his mind. He tossed and turned under his covers, chugged the rest of his water, smoked a cigarette down to the filter, read a few chapters of the book on his bedside table, but none of it stopped the images of you playing in his head- images of you in his bed, back arched while he knelt between your legs.

He was lying awake and staring at the ceiling, the only thing occupying his mind were the filthy visions of you. He was starting to think he would never sleep again and It didn’t help that the tv was still playing downstairs. The hum of some old sitcom carrying all the way upstairs making it impossible for Declan to drift off. It had been at least an hour since his little adventure downstairs and he was beginning to think the two of you would never go to sleep. 

finally having had enough of the noise, he stood up out of bed on a mission to tell you to go to bed and finally get to the end of this sleepless night. He was walking straight down the dark hallway but stopped abruptly at the stairs.

You were walking up as he was walking down- the two of you bumping into one another. His hands instinctively reaching out to hold your arms, steadying you in front of him. 

“Oh fuck- sorry.” The profanity slips out of your mouth at the shock of running into Declan’s hard, shirtless chest. 

He can’t help but chuckle at the curse, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you say the word fuck. Something about it turns him on– God dammit he needs to get a grip. 

“I was just comin’ to tell you girls to get some sleep.” His voice is raspy and his hold on your arms is soft. 

“Tag fell asleep, and I couldn’t get comfy on the little sliver of couch she left me.” You were whispering and declan could barely see you in the dark but he could hear the smile in your voice. 

“I was just gonna crash in her room.” You motion to the first door at the top of the stairs that belonged to Taggie, just a few feet away from Declan’s. 

“Yeah of course.” He dropped his grip on you and took a small step to the side allowing you to walk past him. 

Your hand reaches for the doorknob of Taggie’s bedroom, but you stop.

“Sorry if we kept you up.” 

You look over to declan who was still standing at the stairs. He’s brushing off your apology with a wave of his hand. 

“You know me and my big mouth- I have a hard time keeping quiet.”

Declan has to keep his hands from clenching into fists at your words. a hard time keeping quiet God he wished he could test that out for himself. See if you could keep quiet while he fucked you nice and hard, holding your mouth shut to keep the moans from spilling out.

“How much of our conversation did you hear earlier, you know when you came down for water?” thankfully your voice pulled Declan from the obscene image of you currently playing in his head. 

For some reason he didn’t feel the need to lie to you.

“Enough to know my daughter is kissing Rupert Campbell-Black.” His response is point-blank.

You let out a deep sigh. Now thanks to you and your inability to keep your voice down, Taggie’s relationship with Rupert was probably ruined.

“Are you mad at her?”

“Not so much her as him.” He sounds disappointed as his whisper carries across the hall. 

“He’s a real piece of shit you know?” He makes sure to keep his voice low so the sleeping girl downstairs has no chance at hearing his words.

“I thought he was your best friend.”

You know he probably can’t see it, but you raise an eyebrow in question as you try to understand why Declan would say such a thing about someone so close to him.

“He is, which is how I know his intentions with women are never innocent.”

You went quiet.

Declan didn’t want to talk about Rupert- not right now. It was the middle of the night. He could not be faced with the moral dilemma of watching his daughter pine after his best-friend. Not while he was already faced with the equally moral issue of his daughter’s best friend being the reason he hadn’t slept all night.

And just like that, he was thinking about you again. Thinking about how your t-shirt covered your tiny little pajama shorts– so much so that they were hidden completely.

“As much as you may think older, more experienced men are better than the sleazy guys your own age, I can assure you they’re not.”

You freeze at his words. Is he referring to your earlier conversation with his daughter? The one where you were talking about guys your age “not knowing what the fuck they’re doing”. Had he heard you talking about your recent habit of faking orgasms? You almost bring your hands up to hide your face in embarrassment. 

“Not men like Rupert anyway.” 

Or him he thinks as declan reminds himself of his reoccurring unsavory thoughts about the younger woman standing just a few feet away.

“Right, well I’ll let tag know he’s an asshole then.” You’re speaking quickly hoping to put an end to the conversation so you can run into taggies room and escape the humiliation illuminating the hallway.

“Sorry to hear about the bloke from last weekend.” Declan’s changing the subject, keeping you from leaving. 

“I hate that a clever girl like yourself is wasting so much time on foolish little boys.” 

He’s taking casual steps toward you as he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Declan has no idea what he’s doing. All he knows is he doesn’t want you to open that door. He doesn’t want you to leave him standing alone in the hallway thinking about everything he wanted to do to you, wishing he could touch you– kiss you. 

“Yeah well, it’s that or nothing.” You’re joking, trying to remain friendly. You can’t figure out the reason Declan is bringing up this part of you and Taggie’s exchange.

“not nothing.” 

He’s close to you now, just an arm’s length away and his voice is enticing. 

“I’m sure there are lots of men out there who would bend over backwards to treat you the way you deserve to be treated- to give you the things you need.” 

Your jaw drops slightly at his words. he definitely heard you talking about your inability to orgasm with your recent hook-ups and now he’s directly referring to it. 

You had somehow found yourself standing a foot away from your best friends dad at 2 in the morning and the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His bare chest just within reach of your fingertips; you could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell the mint of his toothpaste on his breath. It all felt so wrong, like you were breaking the rules. 

“Well you’ll have to let me know where they’re hiding. I’ve yet to find one who knows how to treat me the way I deserve to be treated.”

You put an emphasis on the phrase he used, treat you the way you deserve to be treated aka- actually able to make you come.

He looks taken aback by your confession. 

“not one?” 

You’re shaking your head in response to his curiosity.

“you’ve never been with a man who’s made you come?” he’s clarifying his question, and he sounds genuinely stunned. 

“Correct.” Your voice is soft as you reply and a beat of silence passes between the two of you.

“I don’t even know how we started talking about this. I should go to bed, goodnight Mr. O’Hara.” 

You’re whispering quickly, flustered knowing that Declan is now privy to your shameful sex life. You’re confused why he brought it up, and you’re even more confused by his sudden flirtatious demeanor. You must be reading the situation wrong because there’s no way Declan O’Hara wants you in that way–right? It’s Taggie’s dad. Taggie’s hot dad. Shit- you need to go to bed. Maybe a few hours of sleep will help wipe this whole conversation from your memory.

Taggie’s bedroom door is creaking open as you turn the knob, but before you can take a step inside Declan’s hand is reaching for your arm. It was the second time tonight you felt his gentle touch on your bicep, and it made your face feel hot. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” His words are kind and sincere.

“You shouldn’t even be embarrassed.” His voice is just so gentle.

You turn to face him and realize how close you are, just inches away from his face.

“Those fuckin’ idiots who don’t know how to touch you properly should be embarrassed.”

it’s dark but you can make out the expression on his face– it’s serious, his eyes intently watching you.

it’s silent for a moment, both of you staring at each other in the dark. his hold on your arm loosens and he lets his hand lightly trace the length of your arm.

“You’re a beautiful girl you know.” His voice is light and airy as his fingertips tickle your skin.

“I don’t think those boys could even handle being with a woman like you.”

His touch is getting lower and lower on your arm.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe you do need to find yourself an older man.”

his hand finds the hem of your t-shirt nearly brushing the skin of your exposed thigh.

“Declan.”

You can’t tell if your murmuring his name as a warning or a plea, but the way your almost whining has you thinking it must be the latter option.

“Not Mr. O’Hara?” There’s a smile in his words.

His fingertips come in contact with your upper thigh and your breath hitches. You think about telling him to stop, reminding him how angry Taggie would be about this, but you don’t. You don’t say a single word. Instead you let out a sigh of relief desperately hoping he keeps touching you.

“Do you want me to touch you like this.”

You’re silently nodding, giving him permission to do whatever he wants to you. It feels so corrupt having his fingertips dancing at the hem of your pajama shorts, but you can’t think of anything you wanted more than to have his hand between your legs. 

“Use your words love.”

Declan’s urging you to verbally consent, partially because he wants you to be sure and another part because he needs the satisfaction of hearing you beg for him. 

“Yes.”

Your back is arching causing your body to push into him. He never could’ve imagined you’d feel so delicate against him. Your body was so warm, so gentle, so pleasant, so new.

“I want it, please Declan.” You’d never called him by his first name before tonight, always Mr. O’Hara. 

The sound of you whimpering his name has Declan eager to hear what it would sound like to have you screaming it. He’s starting to pull the barely-there material of your shorts to the side when a distant sound has you both frozen.

It’s the unmistakable creak of someone walking up the stairs, wood squeaking underneath footsteps. In an unspoken agreement you’re both turning opposite directions and quietly turning doorknobs. He’s sneaking back into his bedroom and you’re tiptoeing into Taggie’s.

Your light feet carry you to Taggie’s bed and you’re jumping into the sheets making yourself look cozy. Her steps are heavy and her eyes are barely open as Taggie comes walking into her bedroom not long after you.

“Remind me to never fall asleep on that couch again.” She’s yawning as she crawls into bed next to you.

“So uncomfy.”

She’s settling under the covers and you’re glad the room is dark so she can’t see how wide awake you are.

“Sorry, you looked so peaceful, I didn’t wanna wake you.” You whisper back to your friend as she’s dozing off.

You just lay there next to her. There’s no way in hell you’ll be able to sleep. Not after the way her dad was just speaking to you in the hallway. The way his hands were touching you; so close to doing something neither of you could take back. You wondered what he must be thinking right now. Was he laying in bed thinking about you like you were thinking about him? Did he regret it? You sure didn’t, not one bit. In fact, all you wanted to do was sneak across the hall into Declan’s room and finish what he started.

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[cognitiveoverload]

Suicide game (Hwang In-ho/Front Man x reader)

Summary: You get an idea during a game, a proposition for a new set of players. Since the Host isn’t present, you talk to the Front Man about it.

Tags: mention of suicidal thoughts

All the other VIPs are busy talking to each other, discussing how much they bet on certain players, how much they’ve lost or won so far. To you, it’s all background noise, you couldn’t care less about it. Your focus is narrowed to the man in gray and black, the Front Man as he was called, because there’s something you want to discuss with him, preferably without an audience.

So, you wait for the perfect moment, which arrives halfway through the ongoing game. After noting that everyone else is busy drinking or watching the players, you stand up and walk over to your target, leaning against the railing he’s standing next to. He doesn’t say anything, only watches you, waiting for whatever you want to say.

“If I remember correctly, these players are here because they need money due to their debts, right?” you wonder casually. There’s a beat of silence, and he doesn’t have to explain what it’s about. “The old man told me when he mentioned this game.”

He lets out a humming sound, tasting your words, trying to imagine his boss talking to someone about this so freely. But Il-nam has a soft spot for you, he knew your father, and when your parents died, he took you under his wings; he gave you really good advice on how to use your inheritance, and he generally helped you if you needed anything. Inviting you to be a VIP when he joined the game was a strange thing, but he survived, and for you, that was enough.

The Front Man looks out the window, watching the players argue about which glass sheet to pick, then turns back to you. “We’re giving them a chance to–”

You quickly raise a hand to dismiss the whole train of thought. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but hear me out. Wouldn’t it be fun to invite suicidal people to the games? Choosing a method isn’t always easy, and they might be debating whether or not to kill themselves, but this? They can die doing something… fun,” you suggest, aware of the fact your smile can be seen under the mask that doesn’t cover your mouth.

“And what makes you think they would be interested?” he asks, and you can hear it in his tone that he considers your idea.

With a shrug, you glance at the bridge and take a sip of your champagne as you watch a player fall to their death. “I sure would join if you made it happen.” You say this so casually that it takes him off guard, at least that’s what his silence is telling you. “Can you ask your boss if he would be interested? I have the money to fund part of it, and I’m sure I could help convince a few other people too. The winner could choose between a bullet to the head and the cash prize.”

For a few moments he’s watching you in silence, but then he takes a deep breath and turns to look at the other guests. “Which one would you choose?” he asks.

“Death.”

He turns to you, watching you in silence for a while. You hear the sound of breaking glass, followed by a high-pitched scream from the arena, but you don’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you. It’s a staring match, one you’re determined to win. Right now, it feels like the two of you were in a bubble, safely locked away from the other people in the room.

Someone in a red suit and a mask with a square logo stops a few feet away, and the Front Man lets out a sigh before signaling him to wait. “I’ll talk to the Host after the game.”

Nodding, you flash a small smile at him. “Thank you. And tell him I have one condition. If it happens, I want to play the game,” you say, your voice determined and unwavering.

Your statement gets a reaction out of him. Although the color of his skin isn’t visible thanks to the leather gloves he’s wearing, you can see the way his grip on the railing tightens upon hearing your request. Maybe it’s not a usual request, VIPs don’t want to participate, but you feel like this could be the key to your happiness. You want to die, but you don’t like the uncertainty. What if the method you choose in the end isn’t fail-safe? But here you would definitely die, and at least you would experience that thrill.

In the end, he only nods then walks away to see what the staff member wants to tell him. He will get back to you with the answer, you’re sure of that. Especially since you can feel his eyes on you right until you leave the room after the game, like he doesn’t approve of your plan. But it doesn’t matter. It’s all up to the old man now.

[honeyhonest]

No but being in Yuu's shoes and being in a relationship with Eric can be fun to torture Vil, of course depending on the relationship between you and Vil. Vil is your ex-boyfriend who treated you badly? Fuck his dad. Vil is being a little shit to you and your friends? Fuck his dad. Vil is your enemy? I think you know what to do. He'll hate you more. Also, you can break his heart if he has a crush on you. It seems like all those scenarios are the same but they have those little differences that make them all unique in their own way. Well, the only thing that remains is that Vil has to put up with seeing you at school while you're with his dad.

Also, can we have a sugar daddy fight? I think Eric has the potential to be one of the best sugar daddies. A great rival would be Crewel. He seems to appreciate Vil too.

(By the way, I love Vil. So this isn't hate propaganda against him.)

warning for intoxication in this post lolz minors dni etc

I love vil also but sometime you have to torture the blond man a little yk

orz the possibilities... I love revenge sex in stories, I love drama, etc, my favorite of these is definitely the first except this: vil was a really good (perfect) boyfriend, but he dumped you right before/after graduating NRC so he could focus on his career. he told you he just couldn't imagine finding the time for a relationship with his schedule, and school was one thing, but now he's an ~adult~ and he needs to get serious about his career. it wouldn't be fair to stress and burden you with his work, after all

and you let him because, well, it's vil. once his mind is made up on something, it's almost impossible to dissuade him. you have friends, and you try to talk to them, but nothing really helps. not even rook can cheer you up

and one night you're really feeling it, the sadness, the loneliness, the rejection, maybe you're scrolling through vil's magicam and looking at his perfect life, how your absence meant nothing to him, and you're desperate for his comfort but you can't have that, so you have the next best thing. next thing you know, your ex's middle-aged father is taking you out for a drink and a talk to ease your worries. in the blur of alcohol and laughter, you think he almost looks like vil, but not so strict, not so stressed

he's very charming, too. how have you never noticed? before tonight he was always so cordial, friendly but distant. perhaps it's only the alcohol, perhaps you had just been so wrapped up in vil's glamor you never gave erik a second thought. but he's really quite funny, isn't he? he keeps making jokes, teasing you, it's almost friendly. and he's a flatterer, too, you're sure he's never complimented you so much in your life

but he's only trying to cheer you up, right? this was the man who was going to be your father-in-law, you thought

...but now he's just a man, and one who happens to be buying you plenty of drinks and complimenting your smile, at that

you both end up a little more tipsy than you'd meant to, but you're having fun, and for the first time in weeks, you're not thinking about... what was his name, again? you can't even bring yourself to mope, everything is a little blurry, isn't it?

and you both end up in his house, somehow, and he tells you that vil is doing a shoot in fleur city this weekend, so don't worry too much about waking him, you can make as much noise as you want, it's just you and erik

and it's you that ends up on your back, or on your hands and knees, or bent over the marble counter in the stupidly expensive kitchen, or, more likely, all three over the course of the night, getting stretched out on his cock, his grunts in your ear and his breath on your neck, telling you how good and beautiful you are, how long he's wanted this-

I think he'd like to see you, your stomach or thighs or back, covered in his cum when he's done. such a lewd position you never should have been in

and you tell yourself, in the morning, that it was just a spur of the moment thing. you were just emotional, you were both drunk, and alone, and it won't happen again

it will. it does. vil is going to have a queen-sized meltdown when he finds out, of course, but for now, y'know, being a sugar baby isn't that bad

you still find it a little ironic how erik, who is just as, if not more career-oriented than vil, still has time in his busy schedule to see you >_>

[moonlightdreamzz]

I NEED YOU — YANG JUNGWON

SUMMARY. In the midst of his breaking point, Jungwon’s need for your love, presence, and understanding becomes the only thing that can save him from himself.

GENRE. ANGST / MINOR FLUFF?

THEMES. Established!Relationship, Jungwon has a mental breakdown from the weight of the world being on his shoulders, and you’re too busy trying not to be clingy to notice the signs until it’s too late.

AUTHORS NOTE. Wow. This broke me. Wish I could get a big hug right now, but I can’t, so I wrote this instead. Jungwon deserves all the love in the world.

Outsideeeeeeeee.

Those were the words plastered on the photo of you, Nicholas, Harua, and Maki—the third picture tonight, by the way, of you out at some club, having the time of your life. Nicholas’ arm is draped over your shoulder, a wide grin on his face as you laugh beside him. Maki and Harua stand off to the side, equally carefree, all of you caught in that carefree moment you’d been chasing lately.

Jungwon watches the photo flicker on his phone screen as he sits alone in his practice room, the dim light doing nothing to lessen the weight on his shoulders. The team had just finished their rehearsal, and the pressure was eating him alive. He knew you were out with your friends, having fun, but it still stung. There was a part of him, buried deep, that resented the distance between you two lately.

You had been glowing, laughing more than he’d seen in weeks, spending time with everyone else. It made him happy to see you happy, of course. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He missed the way things used to be—when you’d talk for hours, when he could just fall back into the comfort of your presence without feeling like he was a burden. Now, it felt like he was fighting for your attention in a way he never had to before.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to reach out. He wasn’t good at that, at letting anyone in, especially you. The weight of his responsibilities was suffocating, but even more so was the fear of failing. He knew you were there for him, always, but it didn’t make it any easier to deal with the thoughts swirling in his head, the self-doubt that he couldn’t shake.

You seemed so free, so carefree, and it made him feel… well, small. He wanted to be there with you, to laugh alongside you, to be the person who made you smile without all the baggage of his worries. But every time he tried to break through the wall he’d built up around himself, he faltered. Maybe it was because he wasn’t sure you’d understand, or maybe because he didn’t want to burden you with his mess. You didn’t deserve to carry his weight.

And yet, that didn’t stop the yearning from growing.

It wasn’t just the jealousy that ate at him; it was the ache of wanting to be seen, to be close to you again. To feel that unspoken connection you two had, the way you used to reach out and pull him in. The way you used to be his safe space.

But this time, he was ready to let you in. He just wasn’t sure how.

Jungwon sat in the corner of your apartment, his silhouette barely illuminated by the soft light coming from the kitchen. He hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on. The silence in the room felt like it was pressing against him, suffocating him more than the world outside ever could. He wasn’t even supposed to be here—he didn’t live here, not really. But he’d found himself coming earlier and earlier, staying here longer than he had any right to.

He couldn’t explain it.

The weight on his chest was heavier than usual tonight. It wasn’t just the pressure of everything he was juggling—being a leader, trying to keep everything together—it was something deeper. Something gnawing at him from the inside. The way you’d been out so often with your friends, the way you were laughing, carefree, while he was drowning in his own head, alone with his thoughts. It made him sick to think about, but worse, he couldn’t tell you. He wouldn’t let himself be the kind of guy to ask for more.

But now? Now it was breaking him.

The door clicked open, and there you were. Slightly tipsy, glowing with that smile that always made his chest tighten, but tonight it felt different. You froze for a second when you saw him, and the confusion crossed your face almost instantly. “Jungwon?”

You clearly weren’t expecting him. But there he was. Waiting. Staring at you with an unreadable expression.

You walked towards him, and he just watched you move. Your carefree energy—it killed him, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He wanted to be happy for you, wanted to tell you how proud he was that you were having fun, but there was something in him that couldn’t. Not tonight.

“Why are you here?” you asked, trying to keep it light, as you kneeled beside him, your lips brushing against his cheek.

He didn’t even move at first. He just stared at you like you were someone he didn’t know. Like the person he once recognized wasn’t there anymore. Then his eyes flickered back to yours, and his voice came out sharp, cutting through the space between you two.

“Did you have fun?” The words were deceptively calm, but the tension in his jaw, the way his lips barely parted to speak—they were anything but.

You pulled back, blinking in confusion. “Yeah, of course,” you said, not understanding the sudden shift. “We had fun. Just like always.”

He didn’t reply right away. His eyes flickered over your face, but they weren’t soft anymore. They were cold, calculating, almost like he was searching for something in you—some sign, some acknowledgment, some… comfort. But there was nothing but this tension now.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but his voice stopped you.

“Why do you always look so happy with them? With him.”

His words were slow, deliberate, but they were jagged, like he was trying to bite back something bigger. You didn’t understand. “With who? Who are you talking about?”

“Nicholas,” he spat, the name falling from his lips like it burned him. “You’ve been out with him a lot, huh? He’s always got his arm around you. Always the one to laugh with you. I’m just…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, his voice breaking.

Your eyes widened as you took a step back, completely thrown off. “Jungwon, what are you talking about?”

But he wasn’t done. He wasn’t even close to being done.

His chest heaved with the frustration building inside him, his face turning red as his temper flared. “I’m just here. Sitting. Waiting. Watching you have the time of your life while I’m fucking falling apart.” His voice cracked on the last words, and you could hear the anguish in them, even if he didn’t want you to.

“You think I don’t see it? I see it, Y/N. I see you laughing with them, talking to them, and I—I just sit here. Alone. Hoping you’ll notice me. But you don’t. Not anymore.” His words were coming faster now, like a dam had burst and there was no stopping it.

You were frozen. Completely at a loss for how to react. This wasn’t the Jungwon you knew. He’d always been calm, collected, and so damn self-assured. But now? He was a storm, and you were standing right in its path.

“Jungwon…” You tried to reach for him, but he pulled away from your touch, his body stiff, like you’d just burned him.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to be everything, to do everything right. For you. For the team. For everyone. But it’s never enough.” His voice broke this time, and he closed his eyes, his breath shuddering as he fought to keep himself together.

But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“You don’t understand. You don’t know how bad it’s getting.” He wiped his face quickly, almost embarrassed by the tears that were welling up in his eyes. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how to keep doing this.”

He broke then, his walls shattering around him. His voice trembled as he finally let everything out. “I just need you. All of you. I need you to be here, Y/N. I need you to see me. To really see me. Not the leader, not the boyfriend you think you have to be perfect for. Just… me.”

His head dropped into his hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything came crashing down.

You knelt beside him, your own heart breaking at the sight of him like this. But you didn’t know what to say. How to fix this.

“Jungwon, I—” you started, but he cut you off, his voice hoarse as he spoke between shallow breaths.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. Just… just be here. Please. I need you so much right now.” His voice cracked, and he looked at you, the vulnerability in his eyes like nothing you’d ever seen before.

And for the first time, you realized just how deeply he’d been sinking, just how much he needed you in a way you hadn’t noticed. All the signs had been there, but you hadn’t seen them.

You felt your heart sink as you watched him, the quiet weight of everything he was carrying. He wasn’t just the leader, the strong one, the one who held everything together. He was Jungwon. And right now, that Jungwon was broken, and you couldn’t ignore that anymore.

You moved closer, slowly, like you were trying to approach a wounded animal. His eyes flicked up to yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was hiding everything again. But you weren’t having it this time.

“Jungwon… I’m so sorry.” The words tasted bitter, because you knew they weren’t enough, but they were all you could say for now. “I thought I was doing the right thing, giving you space… I thought I was being considerate, letting you have your time. But I didn’t realize I was missing the whole picture. I wasn’t seeing you. Not the way you needed me to. Not the way you are.”

You reached out then, your hand resting gently on his arm, like you were trying to ground him. “I know you don’t always want to show it, and I know you’re used to keeping things inside, holding everything together. You’re so used to being the rock for everyone else.” You shook your head, your voice steady now, growing with conviction. “But that’s not all you are, Jungwon. You’re more than that.”

You paused, taking a breath, needing to find the right words that didn’t just feel like empty reassurances. “You’re someone who thinks so much, who feels so deeply, even when you try to bury it. You’re someone who cares about people, and about me—and I can see that. But you’re also someone who deserves to be cared for, someone who needs someone to hold him, even when you’re scared to ask for it.”

You looked at him, trying to pierce through the walls he’d put up. “You don’t have to carry everything, you know. You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to be the strong one all the time. I see you, Jungwon. I see you as you—not just the leader or the one who’s always got it together. I see the parts of you that you don’t want to show, the parts you keep locked away because you think they make you weak. But they don’t. They make you real. And I love you for that.”

You reached up to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing softly over his skin. “I love your mind, the way you think, the way you process everything, even when it drives you crazy. I love how you’re always looking for more, for better, for deeper meaning in everything. I love the way you care about people, even when it feels like it’s too much for you to handle.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “But what I love most, Jungwon, is how you let me in. Even when you don’t want to. Even when you try to push me away. Because I know it’s hard for you to open up. But I want to hear you. I want to know all of you—the good, the bad, the messy parts that scare you.”

You leaned in, your forehead resting against his for a moment, breathing him in, your voice soft but unwavering. “I’m here, Jungwon. I’m here, not just for the good parts, not just for the strong parts. But for all of you. And I need you to promise me something.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you, waiting. You could feel the weight of everything in the air, and you knew this moment could change everything.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t keep all of this inside again. Promise me you’ll let me help carry it. Promise me you won’t feel like you have to do everything alone. You don’t have to be the perfect leader, or the strong one, or the guy who always has it figured out. You’re allowed to feel everything, Jungwon. You’re allowed to need someone.”

You let the silence hang in the air for a beat, hoping your words were reaching him, letting him know that you saw him—the real him. Not the one who always had to be perfect, but the one who needed love and support just like everyone else.

“I’ll always be here, Jungwon. Always. But I need you to promise me that when it gets too heavy, when you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you’ll tell me. Promise me you won’t keep it inside. I can’t help if I don’t know, but I’ll do anything to carry this with you. So promise me you’ll never shut me out.”

His eyes flickered with something soft, something vulnerable, before he nodded slowly, the weight lifting just a little.

“I promise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of sincerity. “I promise I won’t shut you out anymore.”

The words hung in the air for a long moment, neither of you moving, neither of you speaking. But something shifted in him. His eyes welled with emotion, the walls he’d kept up for so long beginning to crack under the weight of it all. Slowly, like he didn’t trust his own body to move, Jungwon leaned into you, his shoulders shaking.

And then, before you could even react, the tears came.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as his body trembled, every sob hitting like a wave. His arms wrapped around you desperately, like you were the only thing anchoring him in this overwhelming storm of feelings he had kept bottled up for so long. The weight of everything—his doubts, his frustrations, his fears—broke free, and you held him tightly, letting him feel your warmth.

You didn’t need to say anything, you just held him, letting him release it all, your hands smoothing over his hair, brushing away the tears that didn’t stop flowing. You knew this was everything he’d been carrying. And you knew this was the first time he’d ever allowed himself to let it out like this.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked, barely audible as he clung to you. “I didn’t mean to say those things. I didn’t… I didn’t want to hurt you, I swear. I was just so… I don’t know, frustrated. And I—” His voice hitched as another sob wracked through him, his words getting caught in the choke of his breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away, I didn’t mean to be so… so cruel.”

You tightened your arms around him, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, feeling him break down in your arms, feeling the weight of his regret. The words were raw, the apology coming from a place of vulnerability you hadn’t seen from him before.

“Jungwon,” you whispered softly, your hands moving to his face to gently lift his tear-soaked eyes to meet yours. “You don’t have to apologize. I know it wasn’t you. I know it was the pressure and all the things you’re holding inside. But you don’t have to carry that alone anymore. You’re not alone in this.”

He nodded weakly, his breath shallow as he tried to steady himself, but the tears still flowed, a steady stream of remorse and raw emotion. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I don’t want to push you away again. I just… I didn’t know how to make it stop. I didn’t know how to… to let go.”

You kissed his forehead gently, wiping away the last of his tears. “You don’t have to do it alone. Let me help you carry it. Let me be here, really here, for all of it. You don’t have to hold it together all the time.”

He nodded again, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid to let go, afraid that the moment this passed, the weight would return.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “For being mean. For shutting you out when all you wanted was to be there for me. I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek as you looked into his eyes, making sure he could see just how much you meant it. “You do deserve me. You’re allowed to feel everything, Jungwon. And you’re allowed to have your moments, to be weak, to be scared. But you’re not weak for needing help. And I’m never going anywhere.”

With that, he let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing slightly in your arms, the storm of his emotions slowly starting to settle, the tears easing, though there was still that tremor in his breath. And for the first time in a long time, he felt a little lighter.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words trembling as they left his lips, full of sincerity, full of everything he had left to give.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, a silent promise lingering in the air between you, that no matter how heavy things got, you’d always be there to help him carry it.

[wonboni]

༼∘ FLUSTERED LESSONS┆Y.JUNGWON

『•˙synopsis: Jungwon being your flirty tutor

『•˙pairing: tutor! Yang Jungwon x shy! female reader

『•˙genre: school au,fluff,lighthearted/teasing

『•˙warnings: fluff,flirtation,shy reader,mild embarrassment,light humor.

『•˙word count: 1.1k

『•˙note: jungwon my bais

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when your mother informed you that she’d hired a tutor to help you catch up on some of your schoolwork. You’d never been one to need extra help, but a few missed assignments and some gaps in knowledge had made your grades slip. Though you were grateful, you couldn’t deny the feeling of anxiety settling in your chest. You weren't the best at asking for help, and the idea of a tutor made you feel exposed—vulnerable, almost.

The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts. When you opened the door, standing there in the hallway with a smile that was too knowing for someone you’d just met, was a boy around your age, dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt and dark jeans. His brown hair was neatly styled, and his eyes gleamed with an undeniable spark.

"Hey," he greeted you casually, his lips curving upward as he looked you over. "You must be [Your Name], right? I'm Yang Jungwon, your new tutor."

You nodded nervously, your gaze flicking to the ground, avoiding his eyes like they were a scorching fire.

"Nice to meet you," you mumbled, trying to hide how awkward you felt. The air between you was thick with an energy you couldn’t quite place—was it tension? No, it was something else. His presence made your heart race for some inexplicable reason.

Jungwon seemed to notice your discomfort, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Don't worry. I promise I’m not as scary as I look," he teased, stepping inside as though he already belonged.

His flirty demeanor only made your anxiety worse. You quickly led him to your desk, trying to focus on the stack of notes you had prepared. But with him sitting right next to you, his presence was almost overwhelming. Every so often, you'd catch his eyes glancing over at you, and each time, your heart skipped a beat. His gaze was playful, like he was enjoying the way you were avoiding his stare.

"So, what are we working on first?" Jungwon asked, leaning over to peer at your notes. You tried to suppress the way your body tensed, wishing he wouldn’t get so close. He could probably sense your discomfort because he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in even more, his voice dropping low. "Let me guess, math? English? Oh, wait—I see some history notes here. Am I right?"

You nodded, your hands slightly trembling as you pointed to the papers. "Y-yeah. History," you stuttered, feeling your cheeks flush. You knew you were bad at it, and the last thing you needed was to look even worse in front of someone who probably excelled at it.

Jungwon’s smile widened, and you could practically hear the teasing in his voice as he said, "History, huh? Interesting choice. I hope you're ready for me to blow your mind with all these fun facts."

You swallowed hard, trying not to look up at him. But Jungwon seemed intent on breaking your concentration. He was relentlessly playful, his teasing words slipping under your skin in a way that you couldn’t ignore. You could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks every time he leaned in, his breath soft against your ear as he helped explain a concept or made a joke.

You tried to focus on the lesson, but it was impossible with the way he kept glancing at you and sending you little smirks that made you freeze up every time.

"Are you okay, [Your Name]?" Jungwon asked with a raised eyebrow, watching you fidget in your seat. His voice was laced with concern, but you could see the playful gleam in his eyes.

You nodded, trying to hide the way your heart was racing. "I-I’m fine. Just… trying to understand the material," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon leaned closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "You sure? You’re blushing," he teased, clearly delighted by how easily you were affected. "You know, if you keep acting like that, I might get the wrong impression."

Your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head, trying to defend yourself. "W-What? No! I’m not—"

He held up a hand to stop you, his smile softening as he met your gaze for a moment, a playful glint still dancing in his eyes. "I was just kidding," he said, though the teasing tone was still evident in his voice. "But if you're gonna get all flustered every time I look at you, this might be more fun than I thought."

Your mind went blank. You couldn't meet his eyes for more than a split second before looking away again. He was toying with you, and you had no idea how to respond. Part of you wanted to stand up and escape, but you couldn't. Something about Jungwon’s flirtations kept you anchored to the spot, even as your nerves made your hands tremble.

You barely registered the time passing, too consumed by his constant teasing. He would deliberately brush his hand against yours when handing over a book, his finger grazing your skin just enough to send a spark through you. Or he’d lean close, his voice low and smooth as he pointed to something on the page, his breath making you shiver.

By the time the lesson came to an end, you were a bundle of nerves. You could barely remember any of the material he’d gone over with you because all you could think about was how easily he made you nervous. How easily he made your heart flutter.

Jungwon stood up and gave you an exaggerated stretch. "Well, I think we’re done for today," he said with a wink, his tone playful. "You did great though. Even if you couldn’t look me in the eye for more than two seconds."

You felt your face go hot again, and you immediately dropped your gaze to the floor. "I-I’m sorry," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Jungwon chuckled, bending down slightly to be at eye level with you. "Don’t apologize," he said softly, his voice suddenly less teasing. "Honestly, it's cute when you get all shy. I like it."

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. Did he really just say that? You struggled to find words but came up empty, and before you knew it, Jungwon was smiling at you again, his eyes full of mischief.

"See you next week?" he asked, giving you a light nudge on the shoulder.

You nodded quickly, still trying to regain your composure. "Y-yeah. Next week."

Jungwon winked at you one last time before heading for the door, leaving you standing there, a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and something else—something you couldn’t quite name, but definitely felt in the pit of your stomach.

You were already dreading next week, but deep down, you couldn’t wait for your next lesson with Jungwon.

©️ WONIBONI

[sassysnakedemon]

Sorry - it's been a while

So, I've been missing for a while. I had to take a break from socials of all kinds (although, tbh, I really only have tumblr and Ao3). There's been a lot of stuff happening. Trump getting re-elected was just the first brick in the wall (enjoy the Pink Floyd reference, if you like). I've been going through deep clinical depression, which is not unusual for me, but a real stop sign for social activity. I can cope, but only with a very basic amount of social activity, which includes 'real' relationships only, as those make my paycheck come through, where social media relationships do not put ramen on my table.

This sounds bleak, but on the plus side, prioritizing my real world activities has netted me a side gig that pays a hundo an hour for teaching the elderly to play the ukulele. That sounds like a joke, but it really isn't! And it's uniquely fun!!

I've also had to divest all of my investments that were made in the US, and transfer the funds to my bank up here in Canada - that took several days, and I was making sure to make it happen before the Inauguration took place. Luckily, I was able to make that happen, but I have a bunch of work to do now to make sure I can make some good investments in Canada instead. I would surely love to invest so properly that I actually become wealthy, and then I can start giving back in a really big way to the various communities that I so desperately want to support. But that's kinda first world problems, so I understand if you don't care about that! (I mean, my real dream is to become like Michael Sheen and just give up everything to help the people around me, and only keep that which I really need to live - unfortunately, with inflation and everything, what I have now is barely what I need to live for the next couple of years - and again, first world problems, but I have some plans - that don't include crypto - that might actually make it possible for me to turn what little I have into something big that could actually be life changing for the world around me)

On a far more personal note, I've finally made the decision (at the ripe old age of almost 48) to finally transition to male. I wanted to, like 30 years ago, but the LGB community was really unfair to trans people back then, so I spent the last almost 30 years trying so hard to be femme, when that's not what I am. I'm going for top surgery, as soon as I can lose enough weight to make it look good (I'm not enough overweight to have a problem with surgery, but enough that I wouldn't be happy with the results), and then we're on the road. If anyone wonders, my name now is Ezra - partly a cultural thing, and partly a Good Omens fan thing (if you know, you know), and I've gotten approval from everyone - friends, mother (and that was the hardest one, friends were all like 'yeah, we knew', but mom is a bit difficult) and best of all, my husband, who said 'I'm not much of a boob man anyway' in answer to my revelation. He also said that he couldn't live without me, no matter who, or what I was. That's something special right there! The plus is that I would be a gay man after transition anyway - never been really attracted to women in the first place, just didn't want to be one. So, I'm still wildly attracted to my husband of 20 years (this year in November - on Guy Fawkes Day, no less), but now I'm coming at the attraction as the man I've always been, rather than the woman I've been cosplaying for way too long. That's something, and it's been a big thing eating at my mind and soul for a long time. It's been keeping me from being completely open with everyone, and I apologize for that. But I had to wrestle with this particular demon one last time before I could rejoin the world.

I've also had walking pneumonia for the last month and a half, which does NOT make it easy to do anything, so I've been avoiding anything which isn't strictly necessary to do. I'm starting to recover though, so I will try harder now to rejoin 'all y'all', to make an appropriate Texasism, as I lived there for enough time to pick up the local jargon.

Suffice it to say that I will try harder to be a better friend to the friends I've made here, but give me a minute - I'm still finding my feet. And I've had a bit of trouble with the GO fandom, as I am finding it hard right now to hyper-focus on it when I've got so much else going on.

Can I say that the world sucks right now? Can I say to all of my friends here, and all of the friends that I'm yet to make, that I feel you, and will protect you? I am really feeling a sort of way, and it's hard to deal with. I wish the troubles were over, and that we could all sing together in fields of green - that we could love each other, even when we don't always agree. I would give anything, including the blood in my veins, for that future.

Sorry for the ramble - meds are partly to blame, but so is my depression - and my planning for a future I cannot see. I want to be engaged, but I'm finding it difficult. I want to be present for you, but that may not always be possible. I'm trying though, and I haven't forgotten any of the friendships I've made here - I'm just trying to be a better version of me before I come back and interact with everyone again!

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[afyrian]

line seven - cold shoulder m.list

    atsumu sits in the station's break room, legs crossed on another chair as he sips on an espresso. the spike of caffeine is the only thing keeping him awake as he waits patiently for sakusa to get there. ever since his discussion with you, he's wondered what happened to the spark that sakusa seemed to carry. the way he joked with you, talked as if he knew your coffee order and how you made the bed. 

  sakusa sat across from him at the dinner, rather than beside him. he sat next to you, knees touching, hands brushing. and atsumu found himself watching the two of you around work the next day, both acting like you didn't know each other. so, all atsumu can do is wait patiently for sakusa to come and give him the answers he desperately needs and desires.

  he's tried messaging him relentlessly about the situation. 'why was she upset?' 'why didn't you make her happier?' 'what did you do?' atsumu always knew that sakusa wasn't good with getting close to someone. he pulls back and isolates himself so that he can't be hurt. but in the end, atsumu can always tell, he's hurt nonetheless.

  "what are you still doing here?" atsumu is pulled from his thoughts when he looks up to see sakusa standing in the doorway, hand holding a decorated mug.

  he gets up from the chair, tossing his empty cup into the nearby trash can. walking over to sakusa, he peeks out the door and immediately gets to talking, "waiting for you! what happened with y/n? you haven't been answering any of my messages."

  "i haven't been because it's none of your business-"

  "you're my best friend of course it's my business. you two looked like you were having fun, like actual fun! something you never seem to indulge in. and then all of a sudden you're icing her out?" atsumu watches as sakusa sets a pod into the coffee machine, setting his mug below the spout.

  sakusa's jaw tightens and he keeps his eyes on the machine, unable to look at his friend. "we did have fun, but it's nothing more. i'm telling you now, nothing happened. we just had fun for one night and now we're coworkers again," he finally looks over at atsumu, noticing the way he immediately laughs, unbelieving. 

  "you're a fucking liar, sakusa. a fucking liar. 'nothing happened' you do know i know you by now? that i know when you've pulled away?" atsumu meets his gaze, making sure the two of them are on the same level, that they both know how unbelievably scared he is. 

  "what do you want me to say atsumu?"

  "that you'll talk to her, give it a chance. you’ve closed yourself off for far too long and it’s time to actually indulge in your feelings… which i know you have,” he grabs one of the bags of chips off of the counter, popping it open.

  sakusa looks back down at his mug as the coffee finishes flowing. there’s a part of him that knows that atsumu is right. that that night with you made him feel so free to be himself. to talk about things that he normally wouldn’t discuss with just a coworker. and yet he can’t help that bewildering feeling that forces him to back away before it gets too serious. 

  “i’ll try.. if you promise not to say anything else. you speak a word of this to y/n and i’m never going to onigiri miya with you again. and i’ll convince osamu to stop giving you free meals,” sakusa grabs a hold of his mug, listening to atsumu dig into the chips.

  atsumu narrows his eyes and nods, “okay, but if you pull away again, then i’m gonna hound you again. i’ll even shout it to the whole office.”

  rolling his eyes, sakusa gives atsumu a short wave and heads back to your booth. he walks down the same hallway he always walks but there’s an energy to him that he doesn’t normally have. he can feel his legs carrying longer strides, eager to get back to his seat. sakusa’s hands feel jittery, like he’s already had the full cup of coffee. however, he knows it’s because he’s still scared.

  he’s still scared to get to know you, to break down his walls and finally let someone in. it’s terrifying. yet he knows how freeing it could be to finally have someone to love. his hand grabs the door’s handle, a static charge shocking his finger, not helping with how fast his heart was already beating. 

  entering the booth, he looks over to where you typically sit. and there you are, some notes sprawled across the desk as you scroll through your computer’s list of songs. there’s a way you look so intriguing when you’re focused. fingers holding up your head from your temple to your cheek, biting your lip incessantly.

  sakusa almost thought he got out unscathed from looking at you for far too long, however, you quickly look up and meet his gaze. “good morning,” he nods, pursing his lips before heading off into his sound room.

  you let out a short sigh, eyes narrow as you look back at him, “good morning…”

  he wants to pretend like your cold demeanor isn’t his fault. however, sakusa tends to get a moment of clarity after his closures, realizing just how cold he can be towards others. and now, he’s just receiving the same treatment. doesn’t mean that he doesn’t look up at you every few seconds. from the moment you start the show to when you take your first break, sakusa is sure that you can feel his gaze boring into your face.

  much to his dismay, it seems your response to leave the room as quickly as you can, avoiding him at any and all costs. “i have some making up to do…”

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[iseos]

IN THE MOUNTAINS 003 : jump!

library. nishimura riki x f!r wc. 2738 © iseos

synopsis. niki would rather spend his summer break anywhere other than in the middle of the woods. but who knew a prank war would change his opinion not only the camp—but also the most annoying person there

previous. masterlist. next.

y/n, yunah, and moka wandered along the dirt path to the cafeteria, their steps crunching softly against the loose gravel. overhead, the sun shone bright, making the air warm but not unbearably so, as the scent of pine and earth mixed in the breeze.

"i swear," y/n began dramatically, "if they try to serve us something like 'mystery casserole' again, i'm gonna run into the woods and never come out."

yunah snorted, "remember when they had those purple mashed potatoes? nobody touched them except that one kid who claimed he liked 'unique flavors.'"

moka laughed, skipping ahead and twirling to face them, "you're both being dramatic. the food’s not that bad. remember last summer?" she directed her question towardsyunah, "the pizza was decent."

"decent?" she shot back, "it was soggy in the middle and tasted like cardboard!"

moka gasped in exaggerated offense, "you take that back! it was gourmet compared to the spaghetti night disaster."

the group burst into laughter at the memory as they reached the cafeteria doors. inside, the lunch hall was a symphony of chatter, laughter, and the clatter of trays. campers lined up to receive their meals, and the trio made their way through the line, picking at options that looked the least questionable. y/n ended up with a tray holding a sandwich, some carrots, and a suspiciously shiny apple.

they found a table near the center, and just as they started eating, the sound of a counselor's whistle cut through the noise. a tall woman, clipboard in hand, climbed onto a small platform at the front of the room.

the room quieted down as she scanned the crowd with practiced authority. "we're announcing the group leaders for today's activities. when i call your name, come see me after lunch to get your assignments. remember you're in charge of keeping your group organized, motivated, and having fun! counselors will be around to help if needed, but for the most part, you will be in charge today."

a ripple of murmurs ran through the room as campers exchanged curious glances. yunah leaned over to y/n, "bet it's going to be all the super energetic people. like moka."

moka whipped around to face the other two girls when she heard her name, "do not wish something like that on me," she hissed.

the counselor started listing names, her tone upbeat, and amongst the many names: "...y/n,..."

y/n froze mid-bite, her sandwich halfway to her mouth. startled, she blinked and pointed to herself while yunah began quietly ooo-ing at her.

the counselors continued calling other names, assigning moka and yunah to separate groups. both groaned at being split up but promised to meet up again later.

after lunch, y/n joined the other newly named group leaders in a small clearing by the edge of the field. a few counselors handed out clipboards, schedules, and basic instructions for the activities they'd each be overseeing. y/n shuffled through the papers, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as the counselors gave a brief rundown of the instructions.

"hey, y/n," a voice called out. y/n turned to see jungwon walking up to her with a warm smile, "looks like we're co-leaders."

"looks like it," y/n replied, relieved to see a familiar face. jungwon had always been easy to talk to, with a calm demeanor that balanced out her occasional impulsiveness.

as they worked to set up the activity, a scavenger hunt through the woods, y/n noticed niki amongst the campers approaching their group, his hands once again shoved deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

her stomach tightened slightly. she wasn't sure if he'd participate willingly or if he'd stay on the sidelines, uninterested as usual.

leaning towards jungwon, she whispered, "hey, can you do me a favor?"

jungwon paused, tilting his head curiously, "what's up?"

"see that guy over there?" she nodded subtly toward niki.

jungwon followed her gaze. "the one who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else?"

"yeah, him," y/n said with a small laugh, "can you try talking to him? see if he opens up to you at all? he...uh, hasn't been the most social."

jungwon raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his face. "what? giving up already?"

"no!" y/n protested quickly. "i just think he might be more receptive to someone new. you're good at talking to people."

he considered her words, then gave a nod. "alright. i’ll give it a shot after we get started."

the scavenger hunt began with a chaotic start. the campers the two were responsible for darted off in every direction, clutching their list of clues and excited shouting at one another. y/n and jungwon trailed behind them, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of amusement and apprehension.

"so," jungwon began, smirking as he glanced at y/n, "you're going to take responsibility if one of them gets lost, right? y'know, with you being the team leader and all..."

y/n covered her face with her hands as the mental image crossed her mind. "i don't even want to think about having to explain that to the counselors. but if someone gets stuck in a tree looking for clues, that's your responsibility, 'cause you're also a team leader," she shot back, pointing at him accusingly.

jungwon raised his hands in mock surrender. "fair enough, but i'm warning you now, if anyone climbs a tree, i'm just gonna yell 'jump!’ and hope for the best."

y/n couldn’t hold back her laugh at his comment, "very reassuring."

as they talked, jungwon's eyes shifted toward niki, who was lingering at the edge of the group, clearly trying to blend in while keeping as much distance as possible from everyone else. he nudged y/n with his elbow, "guess i'll go check in with him. be back in a sec."

"good luck," y/n said, watching as jungwon sauntered over to niki. she busied herself with checking the progress of the other campers and making sure they were staying on track, but she couldn't help sneaking glances at the two boys. jungwon had an easygoing way of talking to people that made other people easily comfortable with him, and to her surprise—and mild irritation—it seemed to be working on niki.

she saw niki actually responding to whatever jungwon was saying, nodding slightly and even muttering a few words back. her eyebrows shot up in surprise. for someone who had barely spared her a glance earlier, niki seemed more willing to interact with jungwon.

when jungwon returned, he was grinning, "well, that wasn't so hard. you made it seem like he was going to bite my head off or something."

y/n narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, "what did you say to him?"

"nothing special," he shrugged, "just asked if he found anything yet and made a joke about how all the clues probably got eaten by squirrels. he cracked a smile at that, by the way."

y/n's jaw dropped. "he smiled? you're joking."

"nope. full-on smirk. it was glorious," jungwon said with exaggerated pride.

she folded her arms, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "why does he talk to you and not me?"

"oh i don't know," jungwon said, pretending to think as he tapped his chin. then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, "maybe it's because you have a crush on him."

y/n's eyes widened, and she recoiled as if the words physically struck her. "what?!"

jungwon laughed, clearly enjoying her reaction, "you heard me. you've seem so determined to get him to talk to you; maybe he can sense it."

"i do not have a crush on him," she shot back, her voice dripping with exaggerated offense.

jungwon threw his hands up again in defense, laughing more at her over-the-top reaction, "okay, relax! i'm just messing with you."

"you're ridiculous," y/n said, crossing her arms. she avoided his gaze, her cheeks still slightly warm. from the accusation.

jungwon was clearly enjoying her flustered state. "but you have to admit, you're really invested in getting him to like his camp.”

“how you do know about that?”

“i overheard you and yunah talking,” he shrugs, “but my point still stands, if it's not a crush, then why do you care so much?"

"i'm just trying to be nice," y/n insisted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "he's new, he's clearly not happy to be here, and...his sour attitude is ruining the energy of the camp."

"uh-huh," jungwon gave her a knowing look, watching as the other campers happily participated in the activities, unaware of one certain camper's disinterest, but he didn't push any further.

the girl sighed, looking at the trees around them, "besides," she muttered, more to herself more to herself than to the boy, "it's not like he's easy to talk to. you're lucky you got anything out of him."

jungwon patted her shoulder lightly, his teasing tone replaced by something softer, "don't overthink it. sometimes people just need time."

she gave him a small smile in return, appreciating his words even if she still felt a flicker of irritation at his earlier joke.

they spent the rest of the activity wrangling the other campers, keeping an eye out for anyone wandering too far or getting too ambitious looking for clues. jungwon's easy humor kept y/n from overthinking her interactions with niki, or jungwon's teasing, but she couldn't help glancing toward niki every now and then.

after dinner, y/n found herself in yunah and moka’s cabin, enjoying the quiet hum of the evening. the air inside smelled faintly of bug spray and sunscreen, a mix that somehow felt comforting after the day’s exhausting activities. her own cabin was a bit calmer than this one, but she liked the lively energy moka and yunah brought. plus, their bunks were cozier, even if they did creak with every movement.

“so,” yunah flopped onto her bunk with a dramatic sigh, staring up at the ceiling, “today was…interesting. i swear, my group spent more time arguing about who got to shoot the arrows than actually shooting them. we have, like, zero teamwork.”

“tell me about it,” moka chimed in, perched cross-legged at the end of her bed, “we barely did anything because two kids kept trying to drown each other in the lake.’

y/n chuckled, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie. “well, at least you guys had some excitement. my group was pretty chill.”

“chill, huh? or was it because you got to spend all that time with jungwon?” moka asked while playfully narrowing her eyes.

rolling her eyes, y/n spoke with a smile, “he’s just…easy to work with. he knows what he’s doing.”

propping herself on her elbows, yunah looked down at y/n from her top bunk, “speaking of people who don’t know what they’re doing…i saw niki walking to your group. is he still acting like this camp is the worst thing to ever happen to him?”

y/n sighed, resting her chin on her knees, “pretty much. i just don’t get him. it’s like…he’s going out of his way to hate everything here. and what bothers me the most? he actually talked to jungwon today. like, full sentences and everything apparently.”

moka gasped dramatically, “no way. so he can talk.”

“and let me guess, he still won’t say more than a word to you?” yunah smirked.

with a groan, y/n flopped back against moka's pillows with a loud creak from the bunk’s metal frame. "exactly! i don't know what his problem is. i've been nice, tried to include him, and nothing. but apparently jungwon gets to be his new best friend immediately?"

moka leaned forward, "hmm...are you sure you're not just a little jealous?"

y/n shot her a glare. “i’m not jealous.”

“you sure about that?” yunah teased, a sly smile creeping onto her face, “you’ve been talking about this guy nonstop. maybe you have a little crush on him.”

y/n sat up so fast that she nearly knocked into moka. “oh my god, not you too! why does everyone keep saying that?”

from above, yunah raised an eyebrow, “wait—who else said it?”

realizing she had said too much, y/n quickly shook her head. “no one. forget it.”

moka, however, wasn’t letting go that easily. “wait a second. does someone else also think you have a crush on him?”

“no! that’s not what i meant. its just—you guys keep bringing it up, and its annoying,” y/n’s face flushed.

“y/n, it's not a crime to think someone’s cute, y’know,” yunah smirked knowingly.

y/n groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands. “guys, i do not like him. he’s rude, standoffish, and—ugh! i’m just trying to be nice to someone who’s clearly miserable. that’s it. end of story.”

moka held her hands up in mock surrender, “okay, okay. no crush. but…you do talk about him a lot.”

“because i’m frustrated!” y/n shot back, exasperated, “i’m trying to understand him, and it’s just impossible.”

the bed frame creaked as yunah climbed down to the lower bunk while moka pursed her lips thoughtfully. “well, if you really want to get through to him, maybe you’re going about it the wrong way,” the older girl said.

“yeah,” moka added, though her mischievous tone was creeping in. “but if you really want to help loosen him up, we could…y’know…give him a little nudge.”

y/n frowned. “what kind of nudge?”

moka’s grin widened, “a little friendly prank might help.”

“a prank? are you serious?” y/n’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“why not?” yunah chimed in, her eyes glimmering with interest. “it’s harmless, and maybe it’ll finally get him to stop sulking and actually interact with people.”

"i don't know..." y/n hesitated, glancing over at yunah who was now sat next to her, the girl’s interest clearly piqued.

“i mean, moka’s got a point,” yunah said with a shrug, “it's not like it has to be anything mean. just something to get a reaction out of him, maybe make him laugh.”

“or make him hate me even more,” y/n countered, though the gears in her head were already turning.

“come on, y/n. you’ve been trying to get through to him for days, and nothing else is working.”

moka leaned forward again, grabbing y/n by her shoulders, “it’s not like he talks to you anyway. what do you have to lose?”

y/n sighed, torn between her better judgment and the tiny part of her that was tempted by the idea. she didn’t like the thought of annoying niki, but his constant brooding was starting to wear on her patience. maybe the two girls had a point; he needed a push.

“fine,” she said reluctantly, “but it has to be harmless. nothing that’s going to embarrass him or make him feel singled out.” she held up her finger to make her point.

moka and yunah grinned, clearly excited to have won her over. “of course!” moka chirped, clearly already scheming, “we’ll keep it fun. promise.”

before y/n could respond, the door creaked open, and one of the other girls staying in the cabin stepped inside. she paused when she saw the three of them huddled together, her curious gaze flitting between them.

“uh, hey,” the girl said, raising an eyebrow, “what’s going on?”

“nothing!” moka chirped, her tone a bit too cheerful. she quickly leaned back against the wall the bunk was pressed against, feigning innocence.

“just talking,” yunah added, though the way she avoided eye contact didn’t exactly sell the story. the girl gave them a skeptical look but didn’t press further.

as she turned toward her bunk, y/n stood up, stretching as she glanced at the clock on the wall. “i should probably head back to my cabin anyway,” she said, grabbing her water bottle from the floor.

“think about it!” moka whispered as y/n moved toward the door.

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. “goodnight, troublemakers.”

stepping out into the cool night air, her mind buzzed with thoughts of niki—and moka’s ridiculous but oddly tempting idea.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Jason with a rule breaking reader pleaseeee, thank youuu!

Jason swore you’d be the death of him.

You were about as much of a rule breaker as Jason was a stickler for them and mandatory protocols. ‘Opposites attract and there’s never been more evidence than the two do you.’ Your mutual friend, and fellow rule breaker, Leo Valdez once told you both the moment you made your relationship public to your supportive friend group.

‘Just don’t forget the Stolls are smuggling in those gummy sweets and drinks for your plan with thunder lad over there tonight.’ Leo then whispered to you as he slung his arm over your shoulder.

You smiled at him and patted his back. ‘Thanks Leo, I owe you.’ You reply.

‘You’ve been owing me the moment I told you that you and Jason would look good together, but I guess I can allow you this moment.’ He says sarcastically as he checks his nails, you scoff and nudge his side before making an off comment about how he had some inventions to attend to, which had him scampering back to the Hephaestus cabin.

Jason, who had been watching the whole ordeal, raised a brow as he called your name. ‘What did Leo mean by that? You know you can’t be bribing with the Stoll brothers for things all the time, someone is bound to notice and I don’t want you getting caught like last time.’

Yeah washing up duty with the harpies wasn’t as fun and Percy made it out to be, though then again you were pretty certain that in looking back he was just being his heavily sarcastic self.

You only smirked mischievously as you held his face between your hands and pecking his lips, more specifically the area of which his scar was like you always did. ‘Nothing for you to worry about my sweet boy, just a surprise I have that you’ll have to wait for tonight.’ You tell him with a wink and Jason only sighed but couldn’t help but let a small smile grace his lips, lighting up his entire face.

‘There’s no point in reminding you that we’re not allowed late past a certain time is there?’ He asks you, already knowing of the answer you’d give him every time you had sneaked him out of cabin one just to stargaze, how you two haven’t yet gotten caught was something Jason had yet to make sense of himself. It baffled him to know just how many rules you’ve broken and still walk away with a punishment, some punishments of which a majority of campers considered too light for your crimes.

‘You’re talking to someone who almost got turned into a grapevine by mr D on my first day here by stealing one of his diet coke cans on a whim. We’ll be fine.’ You said, feeling somewhat nostalgic of the achievement and how you could almost see the purple flames within his eyes as he seethed with rage, yet Chiron managed to calm him but ever since then mr D held a disliking towards you then he did to even Percy sometimes.

Jason sighed as he leaned to rest his forehead against yours. ‘Fine, you win, I shall await you to sneak me out to see this surprise you’ve been so secretive about.’ He says as he finally caved, as if he would’ve ever said no to you in the first place and that’s what worried Jason at first, but untimely he rather enjoyed your bouts of spontaneities regarding rebellion and mischief as they were the fresh air that he never thought he’d ever get.

‘Great! All you need to bring is yourself and your most comfortable of hoodies.’ You told him as you kissed his lips once more before putting distances between the two of you, much to Jason’s dismay as he found himself wanting to keep you close to him and just spend the rest of the day with you in his grand but lonely cabin; something he wouldn’t have ever tempted in the slightest before meeting you and while he wanted to blame you for softening him, Jason also couldn’t resist the idea indulging in the lazier moments with you as often as he could be allowed.

‘Is this so you can steal another one of my hoodies again?’ He asks as his blue eyes glimmered with amusement.

‘No comment.’ You shrugged but the smile upon your face as you walked away from him told Jason another story, but he could only laugh as he went back to training, all the more eager to see what you had in store for him tonight. Gods he wonders how he could’ve fallen for someone with a blatant disregard for rules, breaking them for fun, who would be the reason behind the butterflies within his stomach and a lovesick expression to appear upon his face.

Jason still remembers the first night where you risked punishment for him by sneaking into his cabin, wanting to get to know him on a deeper level. At first he thought you were reckless and held no respect for the pre established rules put in place to keep you safe and in place, but soon Jason became eager for your nightly meetings and would even keep a window ajar for you, even going so far as to made you a spot within the alcoves he’d find within the cabin just so you had a place with him to stay longer.

‘You’ve gone soft on me haven’t you Grace?’ You asked him one night.

Jason shrugs. ‘Perhaps.’ He replied but the look you both shared was more than enough to convey that you had done just more then soften him up.

He didn’t have to wait long for you to show up at his cabin, smiling so widely as he gave you one of his hoodies that he knew you’d favoured as you were quick to throw on your form. You both forgo the usual formalities as you then grabbed his hand -waving off the initial electric shock that you usually got from him- and began to drag him towards the canoe lake, your usual spot, but Jason was quick to notice the picnic blanket and basket sitting nearby the waters edge for you both.

‘Is this what you wanted me out of the cabin for? A impromptu date?’ He asks you and couldn’t help but smile when you look back at him with a sheepish smile.

‘Is it a crime that I want to have a date night after going without one for so long?’ You replied back rhetorically.

‘If a week is long for you, then I guess I should allow you to take me out on this date tonight, even though we shouldn’t.’ Jason chuckles as he sits himself on the blanket as you handed him a sugary drink, which he thanked you by kissing your cheek, before cracking open your own.

‘Still a stickler cor the rules I see.’ You groan playfully as you took a sip from your drink.

‘See that you still have blatant disregard for the rules I see.’ Jason echoed back at you as he watched you gape at him with mischievous glint in his eyes. He loved having a one up on you as it provided him with unique facial expressions that only you could convey effortlessly.

You shoved his arm, making him laugh. ‘You’re dating the rule breaker sweetheart, and you came here on your own accord, so you can’t say that I tricked you into coming here like you did the first time I sneaked you out here.’ You couldn’t help but smile at him as all you felt was butterflies and pure electricity when you were nearby Jason, it was a common feeling that you felt within his presence that you never want to be without, especially not now when you’ve got a taste of it.

‘I panicked!’ Jason tried defending himself but that only seemed to make you laugh harder, but instead of being fearful that you’d get caught, Jason only laughed along with you as he brought you into his arms as you both soon chose to direct your attention toward the stars.

‘I still remember how hard you tried to make it up to me afterwards.’ You murmured against his chest as you felt his hand rub up and down your back, making you feel a little sleepy as you had his warmth seep into you like he had draped a warmed blanket across your shoulders. ‘It was cute that I couldn’t find it within myself to stay mad at you after that, not when you looked so genuinely upset that you even did it in the first place.’ You added with an air of fondness as you remembered how hard Jason tried to get back into your good graces.

Jason smiles softly as he remembered as well, kissing the top of your head before resting his head there. ‘I didn’t like the idea that you’d might target me as your next victim of your pranks that you’d pull with Leo and the Stolls.’ He starts, ‘that and I didn’t like the idea of you being mad at me, not after when you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness.’ He finishes as he looks at you, just to see you looking back at him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen.

‘Do you ever regret dating me?’ You asked softly.

Jason rested his head against your forehand like he did earlier within the day. ‘Never, if anything I knew I was a goner the moment you decided to go against the rules and sit next to me during breakfast, that’s when I knew I’d let you get away with anything if it meant you were doing it for me.’ He finished by giving your nose a brief peck.

You smiled with closed eyes. ‘So you were selfish? You wanted the rule breaker to yourself?’ You joked by Jason tightened his grasp on you as he kissed you on the lips before responding by whispering his answer against your lips;

‘Yeah, something like that.’

[sysig]

I can't remember if you've done any drawings for this before, sorry, but I have a requestober prompt! Vargas ladyverse snake charmer au? Or ladyverse dryder au Scri, I feel like the potential for pretty spiderweb clothes is high there. I would request both, but I want to respect the rules ^^ Thank you!!

Day 27 - Skillfully spun sheer shawl

[fountainpenguin]

Things that happened in Martyn & Cleo Double Life canon:

Cleo hoping to find her soulmate and start a life with them

Cleo dumping Martyn without giving him a chance to explain his side of the story, but hearing him out when he comes to her later

Martyn watching Cleo through his spyglass and telling the audience she seems safe and happy even though he thinks it's weird she's outside at night

Martyn, after he's had time to consider how he wants to play this, spinning a story about trying to be a provider for her and Cleo explaining that she wanted him, not things

Cleo not being remotely impressed by the "I was providing" sob story, lol

Martyn calling Cleo selfish for choosing to be with Scott because she's supposed to be HIS soulmate and he wants a partner

Cleo willing to forgive Martyn if he meets them halfway

Martyn refusing to meet them halfway because he doesn't think he did anything wrong

Martyn screaming about how Cleo's building bridges with Scott but "When will she think about mending our bridges???"

Martyn explaining to Cleo that he doesn't understand why his Session 1 actions bothered them

Martyn centering his character arc and roleplay on trying to win Cleo back without actually apologizing

Cleo giving Martyn a flower and stating that if he loses it, she'll be real cross with him

Cleo chasing Martyn out of her yard because he tried to put an HOA sign on her base and she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't associated with them and their hate for his base (even though she does think his heart base is strange)

Martyn attacking Cleo after she said attacking is a form of affection to her

Cleo setting boundaries with Martyn and explaining what he can do to get her back

Cleo sighing when Scar set her up on a date with Martyn, but taking the chance to talk to him instead of walking out

Cleo genuinely wanting Martyn in her alliance

Martyn and Cleo giggling constantly when they chat

Scar asking if Martyn wanted him to play a romantic music disc for him and Cleo (and Martyn getting excited and saying yes)

Martyn offering to take Cleo's armor and weapons to the deep dark so he can enchant them and bring them back while she stays safe

Cleo gifting Martyn diamonds, expecting nothing in return but not wanting him to die from lack of a good sword

Martyn and Cleo forming a secret alliance that allows Cleo to live with Scott while being on good terms with Martyn

Martyn expressing frustration that Cleo wants to keep this alliance secret because he wants them to be public allies; Cleo softly shushes him when people approach and might overhear

Martyn telling Cleo that she's putting out a lot of mixed signals because she keeps reeling him in and then pushing him away, claiming he is very confused about where he stands with her

Martyn teasing Cleo by punching her off a cliff and accidentally killing her and feeling so bad about it that he apologizes profusely despite roleplaying as someone who refused to apologize for Session 1

Martyn and Cleo immediately threatening Bdubs together when he said hi to them while they were hanging out, sdkfj

Martyn genuinely apologizing to Pearl for dumping her after Session 1

Martyn hiding under Cleo's bed while she defends him from an enderman attack

Cleo offering to let Martyn move into her house after Etho and Joel grief his base; Martyn saying he might take her up on that

Cleo and Martyn agreeing to move out and base together at Box

Cleo trusting Martyn with the location and resources of her red life base

Martyn rushing to Cleo's aid in the deep dark and trying to turn everyone against him instead

Cleo responding to Martyn's panicked shouts for her to eat by opening her inventory to get food (and drowning because she forgot she was in water)

Cleo hanging back and letting Martyn attack Scott while she does nothing to stop him from doing so, implying as much as she likes Scott, she won't kill Martyn (and herself) for him (and/or she trusted Scott to handle himself even though he ran away while Martyn was shooting at him)

Things that did not happen:

Cleo unwilling to forgive Martyn or consider being his friend and partner

Martyn and Cleo hating each other

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King Seb :D