#pure preciousness from them

[kero-cure]

Haruhi and Yuki answer some question about them and each other

AKA Huge amount of pure preciousness from Kansai pair.

Context: New video from Stardust Promotion (Yuki's agency) was out. Yuki answered some Boonboomger-related questions from fans. And when he think it was end, Haruhi suddenly appear behind him! So, They start answer more question focusing on them.

They were in the same group at the audition.

Haruhi thought that Yuki looked cool and might take lot of times to get along at first place. But when they got to know each other he found that Yuki is actually funny and easy to get along.

They sat next to each other at 1st round audition. That time Yuki realized that Haruhi was nervous all the time. But when he was qualified and still saw Haruhi around in the same group again made him feel "Oh, He's still here."

Yuki praised Haruhi about he's really good at switching between himself and his role (Taiya) when he's on camera. And he learnt so much from him.

They both are type of people who focus a lot on work they turn calmer and less talking.

It have one time that shooting was postponed because of snow. Since the amount of snow is small in Kansai region, (Side note: I have studied abroad in Osaka. It only had a few amount of snow flakes in winter.) They both got so excited and playing with snow.

Oh, Some topic about my beloved episode 37 again. Yuki said that he's not good at action scene at all so he admire Haruhi who could do it so well in a short time.

Each other memorable lines: For Yuki is "I can fix him." when Taiya tried to fix Bundorio in EP 45. When he saw that he feel amazed by Haruhi's acting skills. And for Haruhi is "Let's do it cool", Ishiro's catchphrase. He think that this word is unfair (lol)

Respect: Yuki respect Haruhi for how he can switch between work mode and private mode so fast and how focus on his work like he said before. And Haruhi respect Yuki for his resolution and his understanding towards his character. Even a very small movement make him believe that now Yuki is Ishiro.

Their goals for now on: Same, Growing as an actors, And challenge the different roles.

This surprised me a lot because of this video is came from agency. How they bring a guest who's associate in different agencies is rare. Seeing them have a talk like this make me happy and think again that they're so precious. And I'm glad that they became actors of my beloved hyperfixation ship.

Some pic from their Twitter. It had some little funny interact between them too. So cute!

By the way, I'll post another one that related to answered some Boonboomger-related questions video. Because that video have something so important to me...

[givemedamage]

GRAY FUR AND PRONOUNS!!!!!!!! this has been your official PRONOUNCE POST. + this lineup

[heirofnight]

meddling, pt. 2

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: the next little installment of pure preciousness revolving around these two. no plot, just fluff. azriel is smitten with the idea of doting on reader - he's just pure and sweet and wants to make her life easier. reader wears azriel's sweater, and his heart almost explodes. azriel then rearranges the entire library for reader because she can't reach her favorite books. enjoy!

a/n: thank you so much for all of the love revolving around this little drabble-turned-series! this is another example of me sitting down and just writing until i feel like stopping. no plot, just cutesy fluff. i hope you love it! also lightly edited, sorry for any mistakes. <3

read part one here

six months ago, you'd arrived at the house of wind. for the first two months, you had gone to great lengths to isolate yourself from the high lord and his family. while you'd had no initial negative feelings towards the group, you'd prioritized cultivating a peaceful environment for yourself after the past you'd so narrowly escaped from. this involved keeping to yourself, finding solace in the private library a few doors down from your rooms, and not speaking to anyone else.

four months ago, you'd been tricked into attending your first family dinner in the dining hall on the second floor. funnily enough, the house itself - along with one of az's stray little shadows - were the reasons why you'd ended up frozen in the archway of the dining room, every instinct in your body screaming at you to flee to your chambers. after polite coaxing from rhys, and encouraging nods from azriel, you'd felt welcomed as a new member of the tight-knit inner circle by the end of the meal.

you still found yourself looking back on that evening and smiling fondly.

now, this evening, you were perched on your favorite chair within the library, book in hand. you'd cycled through several different series over the last few months, and tonight, you were beginning a new trilogy that you'd found tucked at the top of your go-to shelf. the tall, wooden display of books contained a myriad of novels in every genre you could imagine. you struggled to reach the top row of books, which - of course - contained your favorite genre: romance. you briefly wondered if the males that resided here had sequestered books about love in this hard-to-reach spot on purpose. you'd had to grab a footstool and still stand on your tip-toes to reach the novels you'd desired.

alas, you'd finally grabbed them - all three at once, to save yourself the exertion of all but climbing the entire shelf when it was time to move onto the other two books in a few days.

you were snuggled comfortably in your favorite armchair, large droplets of rain pelting the side of the library's windows. it was dark, gloomy, and the perfect reading weather. a fire burned brightly within the hearth across from you, warming your legs and toes. dim fae lights and candles flickered a relaxing glow into the space.

you nuzzled into an oversized, lived-in, charcoal grey sweater. it belonged to azriel - well, it had - and his scent still lingered as if it were woven into the threads themselves.

he'd silently approached you last week, same sweater folded neatly in his hands, politely extending the fabric your way. you'd abandoned the focus on the book in front of you to meet his gaze, brows cinching together in silent confusion.

"you said you were always cold," he started, voice quiet. he always spoke to you so quietly. gently. and he wasn't wrong, you truly were always freezing - a fact the house had learned, too. it made sure to always have the hearth burning in any room you were occupying.

you smiled fondly up at him, nodding once. "i'm surprised you remember that, az," you said, a faint rosiness creeping onto your cheeks. he noticed your blush, and it made the corner of his full lips quirk upward.

he huffed out a quiet breath in response, extending the sweater a little further towards you. "i thought maybe this would help. i don't ever really need it - illyrian blood, you know. i'm always warm. anyway, i understand if you don't want it. but i promise it's clean, and when i have worn it, it's always kept me warm. so...-," he trailed off, realizing he was rambling, full of nerves. now it was his turn for his cheeks to turn pink, and he cleared his throat, breaking the eye contact.

a wide grin spread across your cheeks as you reached forward to take the large, soft sweater from his hands. "thank you, az. really. this is perfect," you whispered shyly, holding the fabric against your chest. he smiled proudly, a dimple peeking out.

and that was that - he walked over to his preferred spot within the library, wings perked in pride. he made himself comfortable with a book of his own, and you both read in silent companionship.

tonight, you'd adorned that same sweater as you let the sound of the rain outside become the soundtrack to your escapism. out of your peripheral, one lone shadow twirled through the door of the library - your favorite little tendril. you glanced up as it approached you, swirling around your right hand as it always did in greeting. you smirked, knowing its master was not too far behind.

sure enough, in strode azriel shortly after - the rest of his shadows lazily twining around his form. his eyes found you immediately, and his steps faltered as he realized you were wearing his clothing. that dimple made another appearance as he smiled shyly, cocking an eyebrow upward.

"keeping you warm?," he asked, taking in how cozy and well, adorable you looked like that. in his clothing. reading a book in the candlelight. azriel was in trouble, and he knew it.

you nodded, sitting up straighter as you took him in. his hazel eyes were nearly glowing. "very. it's my new prized possession," you smiled, and that comment nearly made azriel's heart burst.

he hummed, quite pleased. "good. it looks like it was made for you," and he meant every word. maybe he should give you every piece of oversized, warm clothing he owned. they looked far better on you, anyway.

you looked back at the open pages of your book, smiling, trying to hide the blush creeping from your neck up to your cheeks. he noticed anyway - he noticed everything.

"how's that one?," he nodded his chin towards the book in your hand as he got comfortable in his own armchair. his wings spread behind him in a relaxed fashion.

"oh, i can't put it down," you sighed, looking up at him once more.

he hummed, glancing around at the tall spread of novels that surrounded the both of you. "i've never seen it on the shelves", he mused, brows furrowed as he studied the closed cover of your book.

you took a sip of your tea, snorting in jest after you swallowed. "probably because it's tucked away on the highest shelf in here," you huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes fondly. "i had to use a step stool, and even then, i barely reached it."

he nodded once, studying you for a moment. he looked as though he was pondering something. the moment ended quickly, his own eyes averting to the pages in the open book before him.

the next day, you'd entered the library after breakfast - as always. what surprised you is that you weren't alone like you normally were around this time.

azriel was already there, positioned in front of your favorite shelf, pulling every single romance book down from the top row.

"...az?," you questioned quietly, trying not to startle him. "what are you doing?," you stepped forward, peering up at him. his large hands held a stack of books, most of which you'd already read.

he turned towards you, cheeks quickly tinting pink. "oh, y/n," he paused for a moment, looking from the stack in his hands and up to the top shelf before meeting your eyes.

"well, you said that the books you enjoyed were too high. so.... i rearranged a couple of shelves to make sure they were at a height you could reach," he smiled bashfully.

you froze in place, taking in the entire scene before you. and sure enough, he'd already moved most of the romance novels. and beyond that, he'd also relocated them to a shelf that was right next to your favorite chair. you could literally just reach over from where you normally sat, easily plucking your next choice from the row without having to move.

you smiled widely up at him, eyes twinkling, and he swore his heart was going to swell and float right out of his chest.

"az," you breathed out, "can i hug you?," you blurted, overcome with emotion.

he huffed out a laugh, carefully setting the stack of books in his large hands down beside him. he nodded then, opening his arms for you.

you stepped into his large frame, and he stilled for a moment. he shifted to hold you tightly, and his wings twitched with the sudden urge to wrap around you too. his arms didn't feel like enough, you should be closer.

instead, he settled for moving one hand to the back of your head, cradling you against his chest. he smiled to himself, another wave of pride flowing through his chest and limbs.

he could get used to this.

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[pureastrologywisdom]

ℌ𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔶

How I perceive different types of beauty in astrology 

The more you have of one placement the more prominent or obvious it becomes

If you have a few you will give off a mix of the vibes I talk about, you may resonate more with one at a certain time, or tap into different ones for different occasions. In the future I may analyse some celebrities so you can see an example of all influencing placements mixed together.

That is what is so interesting, everyone has different mixtures of these placements, so finding the mixture you give off can help you see what type of vibe/aura you give off.

Pisces Placements - specifically rising, moon and Venus 

Neptune dominant people, or Neptune aspecting the Asc

Aspecting mc can have an influence too - mainly conjunct

This is an etherial type of beauty. It’s soft and heavenly. Remember Neptune is the higher octave of Venus. Neptunian people have something about them where it feels like they literally glimmer, they give off this glowing light. They remind me oof the sound of wind chimes. This can be their eyes or a certain feature that can reflect this, but usually it’s just an overall vibe. There can a preciousness or innocence about their look. It is almost angelic. Extreme beauty can be seen through these placements. 

Examples

Sofia Loren - ascendant trine Neptune

Julia Roberts - ascendant trine Neptune

Andrew Garfield - ascendant square Neptune

Pricilla Presley - ascendant square Neptune 

Whitney Houston - ascendant in Pisces

Aquarius placements - rising, moon, Venus (using modern astrology for this)

Uranus dominant people, Uranus aspecting the Asc

Uranus aspecting mc too - mainly conjunct 

This is a striking type of beauty. It’s unforgettable. There is a uniqueness to these people, one or a few of their features stand out because it’s unusual. There can be something almost other-wordly about them. There is something about uranians that draw people to them, something you cant ignore or put your finger on, almost a shocking beauty, it strikes you like lightning.  They like being different and standing out. They cut through the crowd with their looks. In some ways their looks can also be ahead of their time.

Examples

Zendaya - Aquarius rising 

Johnny Depp - Uranus in 1st house

Audrey Hepburn - Aquarius rising and Uranus in 1st house 

Gemma Arterton - Uranus trine Ascendant

Emma Stone - Uranus trine Ascendant

Thank you for reading!

I did want this to be longer but I only had time to write about and research two so far.

there will be other parts to this with descriptions for for each sign/planets influence. I will be getting them out this week so if your placements haven't been mentioned look out for that.

If you like this type of content I will also be releasing some slots for chart readings from me soon, looking at not only your overall chart but also options for analysis of specific sections, so please look out for that too in the next month as I will have limited space :)

Pure astro wisdom

[silliersage]

Gradually ruining you

Cw: free use, slob, manipulation

I’ve been thinking lately about easing a maybe not so enthusiastic piggy into gaining. Starting out simple by appealing to they hedonism by gently pushing they limits as she learns to enjoy it. Eventually they ask about maybe increasing how much they eat each time as I see that spark of pure gluttony flicker in their eye.

Eventually we pivot and I push your boundaries a bit on my terms. You push back a bit in the moment but my gentle insistence and the lure of decadence always make you open up like a good pig. At some point I start actually calling you a piggy and you don’t notice at first. But by the time you realize it it’s too deeply attached to pleasure for you. Every time the word pig dances across my lips as I kiss your neck you feel yourself getting wet and weakening in my grasp.

It all comes together when one day you’re wincing in pain from how full you are. A sensation you’ve become all too familiar with. You’re squirming and grunting so weak and helpless in my embrace. So I move my hands down and strip you completely nude as you wriggle and whine begging mommy to touch you. Of course I oblige cause my fattened hog deserves love. But I also straddle myself between your growing legs and you feel mommy’s cock throbbing next to you as you look up to see me smiling with a huge glob of chocolate in my hand. Before you can react you instinctively open your mouth like a good well trained swine as I press the food into your mouth.

It’s not the normal gentle push you’ve become used to. This time it’s me shoving it into your mouth holding my hand there so you are forced to eat. Every complaint you make is muffled behind more chocolate. You start to sweat and pant as you’re forced to keep eating. Your face is now covered in a mess. It starts to trail down your fatty maw and all over that preciously fattened body of yours. I swaddle you and bite your neck a bit. I lift my head to meet your ear. “You’re mine piggy your limits don’t matter anymore” I rub your pot belly and begin to rub in every place that makes you squirm. Until I hear a beautiful little pink escape your lips.

Not a moan

Not a grunt

An oink like the pig you are

I giggle a bit and kiss you on the lips as deeply as I can caressing you and telling you what a good piggy you are for mommy. I take you gently and flip you over as you complain with every little movement. The sharp feeling of mommy’s fangs piercing your soft lard the only thing that pokes through the haze and struggle of moving you. Suddenly you feel me slip inside of you and pick you up by your flabby fattened chest. I lean down and whisper “The best part about fattening a pig for slaughter is the part where they become too fat to resist Mommy using them”.

Every movement of the sex is strenuous. Your heart beats faster than ever. Your breathing is heavy. Your body is so burdened with lard and full of food that every moan is an oink. Round after round I use your over fed body as a sex toy until I’m done and your left as a twitching and grunting mess leaking mommy’s seed. I lay one last smack on your plump ass before snuggling in next to you and kissing you on your slobby plump face. “I hope you’re ready to do this every day my piglet”

[slytherinshua]

BY YOUR SIDE

genre. hurt/comfort. warnings. takes place in between s1 and s2. yul is still in seoho fortress. stupid worm 👎 yul has to think about how much longer he has until he dies.... a lot. pairing. fiancé!yul x fem!reader. wc. 811. request. no. a/n. yul being in pain w the worm gives me such brainrot cause nursing trope is my fav trope and it doesn't quite count as nursing trope but ITS CLOSE ENOUGH HEHE.

“Shit— It’s happening again!?” You stood up from your seat with haste, rushing to the other side of the table where your lover sat. Yul doubled over in pain, breath irregular and aching. It happened often— ever since the day he had gotten trapped in the training center by the ice stone, he had never fully recovered. Though he tried to conceal his condition so you would not worry, he couldn’t keep it up for long. 

You were one of the few people that Seo Yul trusted without a doubt, and the only person he had ever told about his condition. He wanted to make sure that if the condition killed him, at least you knew. You spent every moment with him preciously, wanting to make use of however long you were given with him. Whether it was 50 days or 50 years, you wanted to make Yul as happy as you could. 

In front of others, Yul was forced to conceal his pain. You had watched as he kept a straight face in front of his father, mother, uncle, and household servants. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing from you to even get him to not conceal his pain from you. 

Your heart shattered into a million pieces seeing him like that; in pure agony, sweat building on his forehead, jaw clenched and eyes shut tightly as he tried to endure it. It was hard to even imagine how painful it must be— Yul barely even flinched from a stab wound. How much more painful must it be that he could barely stand?

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, your left hand finding his, “Squeeze it as hard as you need to.” You told him softly. Thankfully he complied, squeezing your hand tightly, breathing out in short cut-off gasps.

You knew you couldn’t do much— you felt helpless every time it happened. You could hold him tightly and soothe him with your words, and you hoped at least that much was enough.

You watched his breathing steady a little, and you let out a relieved sigh, knowing that the pain was subsiding. You pressed kisses to his temple until he stopped squeezing your hand. He held it gently, his strength completely exhausted.

“You’re okay. It’s okay.” The words were more of a reassurance than a fact. You knew he was not okay, nor would the pain ever stop unless there was some way to get the wretched worm out of his body. You longed to be able to take over his pain, if only for one day. Anything to let him rest.

“Thank you.” Yul uttered once he had caught his breath, letting his head fall until it rested on your bosom. You sunk your fingers into his hair, gently threading them through to relax him.

“I hate to see you in pain… I wish I could take it away from you.” You told him quietly. The moments after were always filled with a voiceless longing for things to change, from both Yul and you.

Yul straightened, shaking his head, “No. Never. It is far too painful for me to even think of you experiencing it too.” He met your gaze. You had rarely seen him look so scared and determined at the same time. “Seeing you in pain would be far worse than the pain I experience now.” You sighed, knowing you could not fight him on this. 

“You understand how I feel then…” You swallowed uncomfortably and forced a smile back on your face. Fighting with him over this, even if it was just a small disagreement, was not worth it to you. 

He reached for your hands, “I am fine now, my love. Do not trouble yourself over it too much.” He smiled at you, and you could not help but mirror it. Cupping his cheek, you leaned down until your lips connected. Hearing Yul’s contented sigh at the feeling of your soft lips, you smiled into the kiss.

Despite the agonising pain Yul experienced daily, as long as he was still able to hold you close and kiss you like this, he would do it all again without thinking. He could not lie to you and promise to be able to spend decades more by your side. He could wish for that amount of time to stay next to you— to call you his wife— but he’d be dumb to believe that he was going to live for that much longer. All he could do was vow to stay by your side for the rest of his life. Hundreds of years would still never feel like enough when it was all over. He had learned to cherish what he had while he had it. He wouldn’t let you go until he was at death’s door. That way he could die without any regret. 

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[veifei]

a thought i had, while rewatching 1ep3 of link click:

so interesting how CXS, from the beginning, is a character who specifically emphasizes the importance of a "trustworthy" partner, of mutual companionship — and how LG is constantly omitting and obscuring truths, trying to protect him mostly yes, but still lying, still shrouded in enigma. LG can never quite relinquish control because he Knows too much; isn't there something tragic in that? in LG carrying this secret burden of saving the one he cherishes most, feeling further away from CXS the more he tries, as the lies by omission, and the half-truths pile up.

all for this earnest, pure soul who above all else just wants someone he can put all his faith into, and rest easy. and how LG is and is not that person — is devoted enough, cares more then enough, too much, and yet by nature of the extent of this care is driving this irreparable wedge between them...

(it makes me wonder what attracted CXS to LG. we know why LG is attracted to CXS after all: his earnestness and naivety. we see that on full show in their very first moment on that court together, with CXS waxing poetic about the preciousness of trust in partnerships. if cxs is a dazzling sun, perhaps LG is the cool shade to shield him from the unrelenting heat.)

[thepinkdreamganjaqueen]

Subway Obsessions Arthur’s POV ch3

Arthur Fleck POV x Fem!Reader 

Masterlist 🩷

Summary: Chapter 3 of the Subway Obsessions series from Arthurs POV. Arthur has had a rough couple of days since meeting Y/N. But she always has a way of making his day. This story follows their first date and a late ride on the subway home. Crowds aren't Y/Ns thing, Arthur does all he can to quell her unease. 

Warnings:  SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, public exhibitionism, begging, groping, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, swearing, obsession, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff (super-duper fluffy) 

A/N: And I'm baaaack!! With another installment of the subway series. Yall already know I love Arthur's perspective. Seeing how he loves us, diving into his psyche and knowing how he feels, what goes through his mind during those tender moments… ugh, I can't take it!! Eeeeee!! As always, I hope you all enjoy! Comments, criticisms, ideas, want to say hey? Reach out I welcome all!! But please be nice. Enjoy enjoyyyy!!! Cheers! 

Word Count: 8.2k

SERIES: Subway Obsessions  

CHAPTER 3: Easy 

Arthur was awoken suddenly, his mind jolting him awake. No alarm? He sleepily looks over from the sofa at the clock. Nope, I'm just up early. His mind has been waking him up every day before his alarm. It's as if his bodies circadian rhythm changed for her. Every night he went to sleep, it was hard knowing he had to wait until morning to call Y/N, he couldn’t wait. But he did, he waited, wanting to respect her time but chomping at the bit just the same. A good morning text every morning. A call before bed every night. He had spent every free second of his days as of late talking to her or texting her. Remarking at the pictures she would send him. Nothing too dirty or anything, he had just asked her for one for his contact photo. She had sent several and he saved every single one. He would look at them periodically throughout the day, a gentle reminder that things aren't as bad as they are sometimes in his mind. He found himself trying to divide his time between work, home, his mental health and her. A task not so easily done when your fully distracted he thought. Often reminiscing about the moments on the train throughout the day, he caught himself blushing. Always thinking about her, her voice, her smile, her smell. It's as if he could imagine her into being before him with his experiences alone. He would reach out, hoping for her to be there, but he settled for talking to her. He loved hearing her voice. After a long day of misery and being unable to breath under the cities fist of oppression, she was the breath of fresh air he so badly needed. Allowing him to shed the tatters of his ruined day and lay them at her feet.  

He could still feel her embrace from that night. He never wanted it to end. She held him so preciously. The way she cuddled him, holding him to her, embracing him, lightly caressing his skin, twirling his locks into little curls around her finger as she smiled upon him. He was spent that evening, putting all of his energy into her hoping to please her. He had a headache from pure exertion afterwards, but it was only slight, and nothing compared to the feeling she gave him. It was as if being with her, being inside her, made the world brighter, more inviting, more loving. Everything around her took on an ethereal glow and he thought, being with her made even the dingiest and darkest subway train car a warm and welcome environment. Her presence literally warping his world. This was not the case when she was gone. He held onto those moments dearly when his day began to darken. These past couple of days took him to a dark space. Dealing with state issues, no funding for his medications and having to navigate that. He was able to pay out of pocket for his generics at least. Y/N was his rock in this situation. Just being there to listen and understand. There wasn’t much she could do in those regards, but just hearing her voice after a rocky day made his body relax. He could rest easy when he knew she was on the other end of that phone. Some days he felt maybe he was being difficult dealing with his inner turmoil. If he ever was, she never made it seem that way. Always listening and giving compassion. She didn’t pretend to fully understand, yet she was kind enough to learn and to validate his experiences and emotions. Sometimes it still took him getting used to her kindness, it was so out of place, so foreign to him. But knowing her story and learning more about her every day, he knew she was the one. Really, he had known the first day he saw her weeks ago on the subway. He never told her he had watched her from a far, admiring her almost daily. He was elated he no longer had to follow her secretly. How lucky for him the way things went that evening a few nights ago. It was nothing he could have ever hoped for but everything he had wished and dreamed about… but even better! 

That night after getting dressed, he rode the train back with her to see her home safely. Not wanting to leave her, not yet not ever. He often thought about how she fell asleep that night. She fell from his shoulder to his chest as he cradled her, feeling the breath from her nose on his arms. Such tiny little breaths. He was so filled with love in that moment. He watched as she slept upon him, drifting off so calmly in his presence. She must really feel safe with me, he thought. He brushed the hair that would blow onto her face and tickle her. Hed brush a lock aside and she would crinkle her nose. He kissed her head, her hair, gingerly peppering kisses on her as she lay. Her calm sleeping face, so angelic, so serene and peaceful. In those moments she embodied everything he wished he could be, and he provided that space for her to flourish. As the train swayed its way through tunnel after endless tunnel, he watched her, smiling and lamenting of the nights earlier festivities. How open she was with him, the things she did to him. But he couldn’t help but feel pangs in his heart anytime he once again came to the realization she was here with him, fully, and willingly. As hesitant and doubtful as he may be, he felt confirmation with her sleeping on him. Such a simple act, so human, so… vulnerable. He thought… I love her. 

He held her, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept so comfortably on him. Little, barely audible sleep sounds escaping her lips. Those sounds drove him crazy, like a cuteness aggression taking over, he wanted to squeeze and kiss her. It's just how she made him feel, giddy, like a schoolboy with a crush. The feelings of trepidation and apprehension overshadowed by pure adoration and idolization. She looked so innocent, so sweet. He woke her up with a kiss to her forehead once the train arrived at platform 19. “Y/N, we’re here”  

He offered to walk her home but didn’t want the night to end. She opted to wander the streets with him for a while where they shared conversation. How pleasant it had been. They found a small park nestled amongst some dilapidated apartments. She excitedly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the swings where they spent much of the night. They swung and talked, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. His mind often drifted back to the moments on the subway. It was hard not to look at her and not see her naked now, not to see his face squeezed between her legs. She made mention of their actions a few times. Each time making his face blush with heat that spanned his body. She lamented how good he had made her feel, that she couldn’t believe they did that in such a place. She seemed excited, turned on even. He would chuckle bashfully in agreement. He didn’t know what took over him in those moments, but he was so thankful for those impulses. That instinctual vigor that overtook him. A reaction she caused deep within him without either of them having control over it. It was just, meant to happen, meant to be. 

She had stepped off her swing and walked to him as he slowed. He reached a handout to catch her face as she leaned in for a kiss. Always more than happy to oblige. Arthur loved kissing her, he could do this every moment of everyday. It perhaps felt even more intimate than the act of intercourse itself. The amount of oxytocin and serotonin that exploded within his brain when she would kiss him and pull him close was almost overwhelming.  He felt a sense of belonging, of attachment and an instant bond. Bodies touching but souls intertwined. Their connection felt deep, deeper than a one-night stand, deeper than a chance meeting. This felt like fate. It felt like purpose was being fulfilled in some way. They had stood there kissing for what seemed like hours as the night crept on, time ticking away into the future without notice. Their lips, mashing against one another with heated breaths against the night air. Being with her was easy. So easy. There were no barriers, no hindrances, no complications. Just the love that poured freely from her unto him.  

After some time, they eventually parted ways.  He walked her right to her door a couple blocks from the park on a silent street. It was a small unassuming house with a little patch of flowers in front of the porch, yellow lilies he noted. They stood on the stairs, time ticking by even slower now, neither wanting to part. Arthur worked up the courage in-between heated passionate kisses where they heavily groped one another to ask for her number. He wanted to keep in contact, hoping they could continue building this connection he felt between them. It was very obviously there, and something was brewing. He watched as she all but threw her things down to search for her phone. He reached out to help her hold her things. She fumbled her phone out of her bag, unlocking it and handing it to him. He put his number in her contacts under Arthur with a little heart. He smiled as he handed it back. She happily took his phone into her hands and put her number in as well. Y/N with a heart. He was truly smitten.  

She threw her arms around him, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Holding him close as her feet nearly left the ground. He held her to him, caressing her back. She had asked him to contact her as soon as he got home to make sure he was safe. So sweet he thought, so caring and kind. He wanted to ravage her once more right then and there. But his feet stepped off the porch, step by step, stair by stair as their distance increased. She held onto his hands as long as she could, only letting go finger by finger as they parted ways. “Be safe, Arthur! Let me know when you’ve gotten home.” She beckoned to him. “I’ll text you when I get home and call you in the morning,” he turned back to say with a wave and a smile. He also wanted to see if she was still there watching him leave. She had a mournful look on her face covered up with a look of hope. He could sense her longing, her wish for him to stay. He wished he could. If she ever invited him in, he thought, I'll stay. If it is her wish. The walk home was cold and uneventful. He texted her as soon as he got home, assuring her he had arrived safely. 

He fell into the couch in a huff. What a night. The thoughts still circling in his mind, unable to pick one out to focus on. He could only focus on the feeling. How she made him feel. Every caress, every touch, every emotion that surfaced within him that he had never known or felt before. She was like a vacation, warm like a sunny beach day. He used the thought of her to escape when he needed. Closing his eyes and smiling from within. He cracked open his pack of cigs and lit one up, letting it burn, only reaching for a hit once or twice. Totally lost in his thoughts, reliving the moments with her on the train. Seeing her face look up at him. It felt like a dream, but he could still taste her on his lips. That familiar feeling rose within him once more, the want, the desire. He dragged himself to the shower, needing to wash his face but not wanting to wash her off of him. A conundrum. He pictured her face as the water poured over him from above. Dripping off each lock onto his chest as he tugged hastily at his cock. 

Nightly, he chased the high that she provided. Reaching into his pants and thinking of her on the trains bench seat, spread open for him. It wasn’t the same, it only gave him slight relief but left him with a burning deep within. He wanted her there, to be with him. Living off that night's memories, although it helped, he so badly wanted to make more with her. Nights were the loneliest for him. Especially after hanging up with her, the feeling of emptiness would once again envelope him, slowly seeping in. A sense of longing filled his core. It made his stomach do flips and his head fuzzy with desire.  

Waking up was the best part of his day. Anytime he got to speak to her was a highlight honestly. He looked forward to it every day, giving him something to live for, something nice in his life. Daily, she watered him, helping him grow and blossom. He cherished those moments, embraced them fully. She was like a drug to him, worse than him needing his Nic fix, she was more addictive, more satisfying than anything a pack of marbs could provide. She made his senses go haywire; his nerves frayed at the thought of just waiting for her to respond to his messages. She was there to listen when he had a bad day, offering support and a hearty humor that he appreciated. The way she reacted when he had told her he was jumped warmed his heart almost alleviating that pain. The anger he could hear in her voice, an air of protection he so badly wished he’d had growing up. How different might his life be if he had someone like her.  

Of course, she was understanding but there were still things he didn’t tell her, things he thought may scare her. His mind at war within itself. Knowing he can trust her but not trusting his own thoughts that told him he couldn't. He thought it best to wait and see. No one had known it was him anyway. Shit, he was protecting himself, something she had advised herself. It’s why he accepted the gun, its why those three guys who attacked him would no longer be able to attack anyone ever again. Especially her! He would kill for her without question. The news reported on the murders, but the cities incompetence played a huge part in his innocence. Reporting it was a ‘killer clown’ with every protestor donning clown masks it made the GCPD’s job impossible. Many people, other than him were growing ever tired of the climate that has been Gotham as of late. He probably wasn’t the only one taking matters into his own hands. The uncomfortableness of seeing the fliers posted around made him burst out in uncontrollable laughter that burned his throat as he tried to choke it down. Truly it was a traumatizing incident, one he wished never happened. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he had no choice, his thoughts ceased and something else took over. He wondered who that was, what it was. Was it simply survival instinct? He figured that must be it. They had beat him mercilessly and for no wrongdoing of his own. All he could surmise is that they were inebriated and taunting him due to his clothing and Carnival persona. Once he begun laughing, they attacked. Arthur never understood why people would be mean to someone whose job was to bring joy. Perhaps they were unhappy with themselves. Still no fault of his own and still, he took the brunt of their trauma, causing his own. A vicious cycle. A cycle that needed to end! He tried to push those moments out of his mind. There were happy memories on that subway, and that’s what he intended on focusing on. Her, she was what mattered to him. She was a thought that could practically erase that pain, doubt, and fear he so often felt. He thought, with her, I would never be alone again. Before her, smiling was difficult. She made it easy. 

He had spoken to her first thing this morning. Every time he called, she would answer with a boisterous “Arthur!” He looked forward to it every time he called. The excitement he could hear in her voice when she picked up the phone made him melt. He knew it was her day off and he had no gigs scheduled so he boasted about taking her out on a ‘real date’. He had said. She gleefully agreed. He had been so nervous to ask, planning what he would say, how he would say it, rehearsing all morning. It was no matter, she all but screamed yes as the words left his lips.  

After ending their conversation, he spent the day preparing. Doing laundry so he had clean clothes, showering, brushing his teeth. He wanted so badly to really impress her. As the evening drew on, he stopped at the corner mart to pick up some flowers. Yellow lilies, he remembered her having them at her home having taken mental note of that. He searched the florists but couldn't find any. Defeated he walked out sulking. Before too long he had turned a corner, a flash of bright yellow flowers with green stems growing from the side of a 24hr liquor store. He dropped to his knees and picked 12, ripping the stems from the ground, careful to preserve the petals. He painstakingly prepared them. Pulling off the roots and leaves. Stealing a ribbon off of one of the figures that lined the fireplace of him and his mother's apartment. He tired the white ribbon in a bow around the middle, holding the bouquet together. It wasn’t perfect but looked nice enough. The bow was slightly askew, he hoped she wouldn’t notice. He wore a fresh pressed white dress shirt and slacks. As he walked out the door, he grabbed his yellow corduroy jacket and locked the door behind him, eager to pick up Y/N and take her to his favorite diner. 

Upon arriving at her home, he shakily reached for the door to knock, flowers grasped in his sweaty palm. As excited as he was, the formality of it all made him slightly uncomfortable. He steadied himself and knocked 4 times. As he waited there he stealthily turned, holding his hand in front of his face breathing out of his mouth to check his breath. The nerves tearing at him internally. He second guessed himself, thinking maybe this was too much, it's not like how they’ve been before. But even in those instances he held himself skeptical. Still truly unwilling to accept that someone may actually like him genuinely. She did agree after all. As his inner thoughts battled within the confines of his mind the door opened. A big smile lit up her face and eyes sparkled behind wavy strands of hair that danced across her cheeks. He looked her up and down very quickly. A tight black button up sweater. Her skin peeked though in areas where their fabric stretched tighter over her body. A black skirt and bright white tennis shoes. He felt as if his jaw physically dropped, she was incredible. Every time he saw her. It was nothing like what he could remember or imagine. He could feel the tension lift from his body as his mind finally slowed and the negative thoughts got quieter. He reached out the hand holding the flowers to which she excitedly accepted. Her hands went up as she yelled his name, reaching out and wrapping him in a warm hug. He couldn’t think of the last time anyone was ever excited to see him. He thought, he’d give her all the flowers in the world everyday if he could.  

Throughout the night he tried his best to be a gentleman, remembering the points he had taken from some of his favorite romantic films. Some things he had taken an interest in since meeting Y/N. He would write down romantic quips and gestures in his journal any chance he got. Life was quickly consumed by her, every thought every action, was influenced by the thought of her. They had approached the bright red neon sign that read “Paulines”. Arthur gestured, ladies first as he opened the door for Y/N.  

The restaurant was Arthur's favorite, it was reminiscent of good times, times that weren't always so tough. He often found respite here on his lunch break, writing in his journal at the corner table. Today he opted for a both seat that seemed more intimate. The night continued on under the glow of white LEDs above. After ordering food and settling in Y/N had spoken up on his behalf when his food came back wrong. Something he wouldn’t have done himself; he would just as well leave it alone to avoid confrontation. The servers here weren't always the best he thought, but they weren't outwardly mean. He surmised that perhaps that’s why he liked it here. He could drink cup after cup of coffee, and they left him alone. Plus, the food was decent, even if it was wrong sometimes. She had noticed his distaste at seeing he was in fact given a tomato on his burger when he asked for none. Arthur watched in awe as she was able to be both affirmative yet kind in addressing the issue with the waiter. No confrontation, just straight across communication. They didn’t yell at her or scowl. The fact that she stood up for him, another unfamiliar feeling. He was filled with delight, feeling cared for in that moment. Amazing he thought, those particular situations were always a fear of his as it so often led to his outbursts of compulsory laughter and the negative observations of onlookers. Avoidance was best. But she did it like it was easy. He could feel the confidence that exuded from her being.  

Their conversations went as they always did at this point. Just picking up from where they left off prior. Asking about each other's day. He told her again how sorry he was for making her miss work, apologizing profusely.  He never wanted to meddle in a person's serious personal business, like work. Especially knowing the work, she does. She reassured him it was completely ok. She talked about work and about how she loved what she does and the people she helps but that the staff were like everyone else in this city. Mean spirited and truly uncaring. He joked that she should quit, not fully thinking about what he was saying before it came out. It was meant to be a joke. She laughed and agreed, perhaps she should. She looked him in the eyes saying she was thankful for every moment between them that night, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. That she couldn’t wait to have more like it. They both blushed knowing the heat of those moments as she brushed her leg over his under the table with a wink. The night started getting late. Neither could finish their food but split a piece of pie. Arthur hoped she enjoyed herself, he certainly enjoyed her company. He valued her presence with him. She added to his life, made him feel things he's never felt before, unexplored emotions and uncharted physical territory. He wanted to learn more, delve deeper.  

As they stepped outside, Arthur having opened the door for her. The first fall of rain touched their heads. Y/N looked up almost embracing the feeling. He watched as her eyes closed and a grin spread across her face as drops of water began to settle on her forehead and cheeks before sliding off her skin and onto her top. The simple beaty of the rain washing over her was tantric. Arthur slid his hand around her back, pulling her in and kissing her. She kissed him back immediately. Embracing him in the downpour as a hazy red glow from the neon sign of the diner lit up the wet sidewalk. Somehow, it felt magical, surreal. Arthur stepped forward, holding her back with one hand, and dipping her before pulling her back up for another kiss and spinning her around. Her face beamed, illuminated by the glow of the diners' lights. His heart never felt so full, so alive.  

She stole kiss after kiss on the way to the subway's platform. The touch of her lips on his, how she pecked his cheek or arms, wherever she could reach, left him reeling. He felt fuzzy, like his skin was vibrating, on a high from such a good outing. It really could not have gone better he thought. Where would the night take them? As he waited for the train with Y/N, he noticed a shift in her demeanor. She clung closer to him, holding his hand tightly. There was a crowd growing, passersby after a protest, perhaps they were going towards Gotham City Hall? Whatever the matter, he could sense her unease. She had brought up previously the murders that took place. Arthur still felt shame and guilt he hadn't even thought how it would affect her. He was at odds because this was also an act of self-defense. He feared her finding out it was him, that she may see him differently, not trust him or feel safe anymore. He decided it was something he would deal with on his own for now, so he avoided the subject entirely. It made him too uncomfortable to even think about. But he almost relished in the chaos. Not in a destructive way but in a way that validated him, validated his reasons for doing what he did. He wasn’t the only one in this city that felt this way. Not anymore.  

However this made him feel, it still affected him negatively in the way it affected her. She clearly didn’t like the crowds and was now apprehensive about subways even though she had nothing to worry about. It was him, and he would never hurt her. Still, he felt responsible and so, did his best to protect her peace. She laid her head on his shoulder, he followed and laid his head on hers, feeling her melt into him with such a simple gesture, returned affection.  

A whine got louder as the subway train approached and slowly braked. The doors open and Arthur leads the way, seeing an open seat towards the back of the car and squeezing through several people too distracted to move. Arthur stood by the seat waiting for her to sit by the window, away from all the prying eyes of the crowded train. He made sure to stow their leftovers from the diner under their seat before directing his attention back to her. Making sure she was ok, that she was comfortable. He gazed at the crowded train again, taking stock of the uproar caused by one man defending himself. Such simple actions with such big reactions, he thought it funny. He looked back to her. "Are you okay?" He asked genuinely with concern in his voice. “Yeah, you know it's just the crowds, it’s a little overwhelming is all. So many people.” She said while looking at the sea of folks that lined the subway car. She laid her head on his shoulder while he felt the weight of her words. “I’m sorry” he replied. He felt bad that she was uncomfortable and wanted to do anything to make her feel better. He couldn’t take back what he did but perhaps he could ease her tension? “What can I do?” He asked. “As long as you're here with me and touching me, I think I'll be ok” she said while looking up at him. A coy smile with her eyes closed and nose scrunched. Arthur pulled her in closer, close was never close enough with her. The way she would melt into his arms when he held her, like every bad thing in her day or life just disappeared with his touch. Everything that hardened her, he softened. She did the same for him he thought. Those terrible things were so distant when she was near. He held her close, caressing her arms and shoulders, squeezing her tight. The train started to clear out a bit. It wasn’t so crowded anymore, and things seemed a bit more lax. Arthur's mind raced as lustful thoughts began to brim. A montage of moments from the last time they rode the train together played out on his mind. He hoped she would invite him in tonight. Tonight, he would stay. 

The not so unfamiliar bleating of the trains speaker system announced a delay due to a breakdown. The voice robotically warbles, stating all passengers must exit and board the next train. It was only about five minutes behind, not too bad, but it basically repacked the train car with all passengers exiting, plus the ones waiting on the platform. Arthur stood to exit awaiting Y/N to stand to help her out of her seat. He grabbed the leftovers, and they were the last two off the train as an employee walked through the car ensuring it was empty of passengers. People had already begun boarding the next train. Arthur again led the way in but no train car they passed had an empty seat. They would have to stand until one opened up. Arthur made sure to at least find a spot towards the back away from the bulk of the crowd. It wasn’t the most ideal, but he tried to make it more bearable for Y/N. They pushed past people lining the sides of the cars, sprawled out across seats, reading books, listening to music, and chatting with other train goers. Typical subway ride, they did tend to be busier earlier in the nights when people were leaving work and heading to or from downtown Gotham.  

The train swayed as they made their way back to a somewhat secluded corner. Rails lined the edges at waist level and overhead with straps clinging to the poles for people to hold onto. Arthur set the leftovers on a ledge between the seats and the back area where they stood. She set her purse next to it scrambling for footing as the train made its way through the tunnels. He stood behind her to help steady her, wrapping a hand around her waist. She leaned into his grasp, sending shivers up his spine. Her backside pressed into his groin, and he couldn’t help the throbbing sensation that lit up every nerve. His thoughts once again wandering into the depths of his lust for her.  

The train moved on. stop by stop, people got on and off. Each time it left the platform it flung the train car into near darkness once more. He loved watching how the lights from the tunnel would stream across her curves, illuminating every inch of her delectable body. A delicious outline he traced into his memories. He reveled in every bump, every turn of the tunnel as it sent her into him. She had to brace herself often shifting her legs against him and pressing her ass to him. He could feel the soft and pliable squish of her flesh each time her body moved. Even in the slightest. He could feel his blood rush through his body, causing him to sweat, his hands balmy, his collar, too tight. Every time she would brush against him, he would let out a soft grunt, sucking in air through his teeth in a hiss. He was painfully hard, and he knew she could feel it. Her movements becoming more pronounced against him, more sensual, he thought. If she was still nervous, he could not tell. But if she was, the best way she said to help her was to touch her. Maybe that’s what she wanted? 

He leaned back against the wall next the cabins exit door. Bracing himself against the wall as the train continued on. He then reached out to her pulling her flush to him once more, only a step back. Still keeping her close, still protecting her. He could feel his member throbbing against her as he watched the other passengers in the train car. No one paying attention to anything other than their own lives. He scanned the crowd watching for prying eyes as he slid his hands up to her chest tugging at the fabric of her sweater and playfully squeezing each breast within his hands. He’s been wanting to touch the skin that peeked through the holes between the buttons since he first saw her tonight. He slipped his fingers inside, feeling the coldness and softness of her exposed skin. She laid her head back against him as he continued caressing her. He accidentally popped one of her buttons off on the sweater. He became afraid it would catch someone’s attention if it flew somewhere, but alas it did not. He could now fit his whole hand through the gap and began grabbing the flesh through his fingers, feeling her nipples harden under his touch and pinching them gently. His eyes on the crowd the entire time. No one could see, even if they could he wasn’t sure they’d know what they were seeing, not right away at least. But it was pretty obvious if anyone were to notice. He was actively groping her in front of everyone for all to see, and yet, she was still covered and reveling in the act.  

He kissed her neck and shoulders as he continued roaming her body, caressing, groping, and grabbing at her. He pulled her hair to the side, tenderly kissing her earlobe and behind her ear. She turned to kiss him. He met her lips with his own in a sloppy wet breathy lip lock. One of his hands began pioneering a trail south. Dancing ever so gently over her skin and sliding underneath her skirt. Her skirt was flowy enough that his hand underneath was mostly unnoticeable. It cascaded around his hand and wrist, covering up her bottom. For the most part. A lot of convincing was going on in his mind, in these moments. Reasoning why this is ok and how no one will know. An attempt to quell his own inner doubts. Regardless of those inner doubts he continued on. Ruled by his lust in these heated moments. His hand searched finding the lining of her panties then slowly slipped underneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her core. She was already soaked, ready, and waiting for him. He was taken aback again at how receiving she was to his touch, to his pervy advances. She had to have wanted it to, or be thinking the same right? His mind refocused.  

He laid his chin on her shoulder as she leaned into him. He nimbly traced his fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness, feeling it coat his fingers in a slick warm essence. He wanted to take her right there without a care of who might see. The heat rose within him at the touch of her wetness. A confirmation that she wanted him in that moment as well. Enveloped in her essence and steadily rubbing up and down her slit a sweet cry emerged. “Arthur” she spoke lightly in his ear while panting. “Please”. He both loved and hated when she would beg. He felt she should never need to, but that her doing it made him so incredibly weak. It was like a special set of magic words that made his brain go numb. Please. He would never refuse her. He slowly pushed two fingers in, and a moan escaped her lips. He immediately checked if anyone heard, trying to see if anyone was looking in their direction. The train car was so loud he doubted anyone could hear anything that wasn’t a scream or intentionally loud speaking. It appeared no one noticed so he continued on. Rocking his fingers into her with the motions of the train as a guide. Her whole-body weight was on him as she relaxed into his grip, opening her legs a little wider for him. Mmm, she was such a good girl. So easy to please.  

Arthur kept an eye on the crowd as he continued working his fingers within her, feeling her clench around him as she got closer and closer to the edge, bucking back into his every push. His length pressed firmly against her back, throbbing painfully beneath his pants. As if sensing his need, her hand reached down and began touching him through his pants. She traced the edges along his cock from length to tip. Again, that angelic voice pleaded in a voice he could never refuse. “Arthur, please” He picked his chin up off her shoulder to meet her gaze. Is this truly what she wanted? What she was ok with? There was still a good amount of people on the train, some would consider it a decent sized crowd. No free seats yet. But she was looking at him, pleadingly, begging for it. “It's ok” she mouthed to him. Giving him the confirmation he needed. He wouldn’t want to do anything she didn’t want to, but would let her take him as far as she would go. He would do anything for her. He was consumed with want. Arthur smiled while hastily reaching down to undo his pants in a way that wouldn’t draw attention. He also wouldn’t want them to completely fall down with movement. He shrunk back his hips and fumbled with the zipper before loosening his belt slightly and freeing his rock-hard length. It sprung up and pressed firm against her bare cheeks. The cold breeze against his blood-filled member almost stung, he couldn't wait to be inside her. So warm, so inviting, tight like a loving hug. 

He grasped her cheeks holding them firm against him, squeezing him, burying his cock in the flesh to warm himself. A shiver shot through his core. He grabbed hold of each cheek, looping her panties on one finger as he spread her open. She pushed herself back, perhaps the train did as it jolted. It was no matter; his tip was at her entrance, and he could feel his pulse in his throat. While he held her spread open, he slowly began pushing himself into her. A low groan fell from his lips as he felt her accept him. So wet, but so tight. Her walls quivered around his length as her body shook taking it all in. With one hand he held her safely to him and with the other he returned to her breasts squeezing and groping feverishly as he plunged himself painfully slow in and out of her. His eyes on the crowd scanning as his cock bottomed out inside her, hitting her cervix. But so slowly. The train doing most of the work for them, each sway, each turn or stop forcing her onto him deeper and deeper.  

He rested his chin on her once more, concentrating on his movements and making sure it wasn’t obvious what they were doing in front of everyone. He made sure to reassure her constantly. Whispering in her ear, asking if she was ok, if she liked it, and if she felt better. He was only met with hasty nods and moans mixed with unintelligible speech and half formed words. Everyone around them in their own little worlds. Scrolling their phones, talking, reading, sleeping, daydreaming and swaying with the movements of the train car they all shared. All while she bucked back into him, driving him to the edge of his own control. How much longer before he says fuck it and just gets down to it without a care as to who might see. Last time was different, it was later, less crowded. But the feeling remained the same. She made him bold, made him lose control in the best way possible. He thought, this last week, I’ve lived more in 7 days than some people do in eighty years. He finally had something to look forward to, to live for. And with her, it was so easy. 

Arthur had almost not noticed a seat opened up in front of them. The person had got up and never even looked back, for that he was thankful. He wasn’t sure of what he would have done or could have done should that have happened. He only hoped it looked like he was just holding her. In this moment he was weak, succumbed to her will, her every innate desire he was actively trying to fulfill. Every push more intense than the last. He would grunt with every thrust that filled her completely. Gasping for breath as his heart raced. She let out a cry as he buried himself once more, her walls clenching around him, pulling him closer to his breaking point. He immediately became self-aware and scanned the crowd once more, shooting a hand up to cover her mouth as he continued fucking her. “Shh, you gotta be good, or they’ll hear us” he whispered in her ear, knowing it was no fault of her own. She nodded behind his grip, and he continued. One hand over her mouth, one buried in her sweater while he slowly started increasing his speed. Her mouth was covered by his hand, giving him a bit of the confidence he needed to start going faster and harder. He continued thrusting his full length into her, slamming into her to the hilt. Her body jerked with every thrust as they hit a rhythm. She would buck against him as he slammed forward. Eliciting light cries of passion from both. 

He released his grip on her mouth as she reached in front of her, grasping a rail, bending only slightly to hold on. He thrusts a couple more times, grasping her hips and pulling her back into him as he buries himself deep. His cock spasming within. He thrusts one more time then holds her there to him almost releasing right there and having to stop for a moment. He wasn’t done, never wanted to be done. The conundrum of pleasure he thought. Wanting to get to that final point, but not wanting to stop the pleasure that brings you there. Which is better? She looked back at him eyes imploring him to continue, when he gestured with a nod of his head to the seat in front of them. He quickly shields himself and slides into the seat sitting somewhere in the middle. His manhood now glistening with her slick and laying flush against his abdomen. She follows, stepping over his feet as he pulls her on top of him and looks up at her with a smile. She was now blocked from the gaze of anyone who may look. Her back turned to them, her focus, on him.  

She took the lead as he sat, letting her do so. He watched as she shifted her legs to straddle him, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to the side while grasping him firmly. He sucked in a gasp at the touch of her hands holding him and watched as she sat down slowly. Watching as he disappeared into her, filling her completely as she took her time allowing herself to adjust to his size in this position. Her face so angelic, so soft and cute. He looked into her eyes that sparkled at him as she slowly bucked her hips back and forth, grinding on him. He placed a hand on either hip, helping guide her, gently rocking her hips forward and back onto him. She kissed him hard lapping her tongue within his mouth, clanking teeth as she sucked and bit his lip before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. His hands held tight onto her backside as she began rocking faster on top of him. She would lift herself up ever so slightly before moving forward and slamming back down as she moved back. No one raised an eyebrow or looked in their direction. He was sure if they did all they would see is her head on his neck facing him, and the movements they were doing, well that could be from the train. After all they could be some pretty jerky rides at times.  

He closed his eyes feeling her passion exude through her movements. Driving herself wild, hitting all the right spots as he held her there. She began kissing his neck, biting, and sucking. Leaving marks upon his skin. He bit down on his lip, stifling a groan. Every movement of her against him was like a dance. One he met with vigor. His body was a language she spoke fluently, and she was bringing him close to his end. He laid his head back. Feeling himself inside her fully, the pressure and warmth that surrounded him with ecstasy. His breathing quickened as she whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him, how good he felt inside her, and that she wanted him to fuck her hard and come for her.  

Arthur began forcing her down with each thrust, meeting her with his own. He could feel her pull away from his neck. He looked up at her, focusing on the pleasure and the look of satisfaction on her face as she rode him in front of everybody. His body started to shake as each thrust pushed him closer and closer. He watched as she started to tremble with each thrust, small cries falling from her lips in little huffs as she looked at him pleadingly. Her face a dewy glow and flush red as she panted on top of him. She kissed his forehead as waves of passion began ripping through him. His body convulsed against hers. He could feel her tighten around him as she climaxed, clenching his length tightly within her, bringing him to his own climax. She had her arms wrapped around him as he held her still. His cock spasming deep within her, spilling his seed as he slowly rocked himself underneath her, filling her completely. Every pulsating shiver that shot through his body was met with one of her own as she panted in his ear, trying not to scream. With every convulsion he let out a low raspy groan into her hair. He felt her press her lips to his and exchanged a breathless sloppy kiss as they continued panting. Arthur still buried deep inside her. He could still feel her clench around him with every wave of pleasure that washed over her.  

He held her there for some time. Not wanting to let go, not wanting this to end. The train was nearly empty when Arthur took stock of the situation.  Not entirely sure when he lost control and stopped caring or paying attention. It was no matter. She sat atop him, cradled in his lap, still absorbing his essence. How warm her body felt, giving him a tingling sensation that buzzed his nerves. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her endlessly where he could. He gazed on as the train took on a familiar haze. Everything was brighter and took on an almost heavenly glow. A low ringing in his ears that quickly subsided. All he could feel was her chest rise and fall against him as she breath peacefully in his embrace. He wanted to head back to her home with her, but right now in this moment, there was nowhere else that he’d rather be than right here right now, inside of her. 

[yonglixx]

Felix bbl message 9/1/24 🤍 Our sunnight.

I want to say thank you so much to sunnight and

STAY who came to see the concert from far away for 2 weeks and cheered me on from far away. Our sunnight waited for me and took care of me for so long.. I felt that much this time too, so I thought a lot about how I could give our sunnight a gift-like love and came up with a lot of ideas ö

Our SKZ renewed their contract again, and thanks to sunnight, I want to be together for a long time again. You are a big reason for me and our members, so you are truly a gift to us and the reason we are doing this for a long time Thank you so much for staying by my side for so long. In this world, a lovely, thoughtful, and pure person like you.. It is truly fate that sunnight exists in my life. Thanks to sunnight, let's continue to grow together and make more love and happy memories together, not alone, but holding hands and going far away. I love you, sunnight - And sunnight, I don't really know how you've been doing. I've been so busy that I couldn't hear sunnight's hard feelings properly, and I feel sorry for that.. I've been thinking a lot about how our sunnight can be stronger, but I think that in the midst of this busyness, she's preparing many gifts for STAY, and I think that our sunnight is doubling the gifts as much as she's waited for us:) Our sunnight wants to heal us so much, and she's also a human being like me, and we listen to each other and have deep conversations.. We help each other, watch over each other preciously, and think of each other, and I'm so grateful that our sunnight listens to me and is a polite and pure fan.. Our sunnight, who made me happy, wants to shine the happiness that I feel, and not cover up sunnight's dark, hard feelings with light, but cleanse them. We've gone through a lot of hardships in this life, but let's love and heal each other a little bit every day. If not me, then my friends and family around me. Or let's be warm to people we meet for the first time or STAY.

Because everyone wants love :)

I believe in our sunnight

[lxmelle]

I love the idea of mutuality that is deeply rooted in the relationship between Gojo and Geto.

I read a tweet that expressed the opinion over Geto’s apparent “selfishness” for being jealous over Sukuna in ch236. It got me thinking that it wasn’t the first time this was mentioned regarding the scene. I’ve read that sentiments along the lines of: “Geto! Ah, how dare you? After you left him and went onto create a family... how dare you be jealous!” etc. (it was meant to be a bit humorous).

I generally disagree with these kinda takes if they’re not in jest. Because I believe that Geto was never the “selfish” type and, imho, Geto left for primarily “good” reasons that prioritised Gojo / others - and the sorcerers he took under his wing, were people in the fringes of the conservative Japanese society), but the notion of jealousy and selfishness makes sense to me. In a positive way.

So, on the topic of mutuality: I think they learnt from each other. They have always been counterparts. Complementary beings. Black and white. Yin and Yang. Wisdom and Compassion. Strength and Weakness. Repel and Absorb.

They have a bit of both in each of them. One shouldn’t really exist without the other. They needed one another for absolute balance. Together, they really could have been the strongest, because being strong wasn’t just about absolute strength.

So, lessons. I think one of Geto’s main contributions to Gojo was for him to learn to love others, and be a little less selfish. This goes along with the take about him having been born with the capacity to have been rather monstrous if his humanity wasn’t nurtured.

If you like, it is a bit like the KFC breakup. Gojo suddenly realised he wanted Geto to be with him/wanted to be with Geto. It wasn’t enough to just be strong on his own. It was kind of pointless to be selfish.

Geto left him behind as if to say, “don’t only consider me as precious”. And the draft almost depicted Geto saying, “be careful not to kill anyone other than me,” which is unlike someone who has a hatred for non-sorcerers - as if to say, “other people’s lives should be precious to you too.”

This is where Gojo, probably for the first time on a mission, hesitated to kill. He realised, through his own experience, the preciousness of life. He learnt about love. This was what Geto wanted him to retain: humanity. And we saw him change and mature as/after he realised this.

Geto, who loved everyone too much, needed to learn from Gojo and be a little bit more selfish. Gojo believed being a sorcerer was “an individual sport”. But Geto was a bit more like Megumi... willing to concede/yield too easily for the gain of the collective force. (So we can see also why Gojo wanted Megumi to learn what he thought could’ve contributed to Geto’s defection).

So one of Gojo’s main contributions to Geto was for him to learn to love himself more and be a little more selfish.

Geto cared too much and sacrificed his own happiness, leading to his own downfall and demise.

And at their ends… When Geto said, “妬けるね” (I’m envious) in 236, that was really something. To many native readers, this was quite a confession... Geto was expressing envy towards Sukuna who was the recipient of what Gojo was expressing. Geto, for the first time, expressing to Gojo what he felt. (Even then, he still said “if you’re satisfied, I’m glad.”) This was Geto being selfish.

The words uttered just moments before, we saw Gojo say, he loved everyone and wasn’t lonely. This was Gojo with humanity. Gojo had internalised humanity, so much so, that he even wanted to reach out to Sukuna as a fellow monster and connect, somehow, as a human being. And he had fun.

Of course, it wouldn’t be satosugu indulgent if Gege (the original stsg shipper) didn’t make Gojo express his selfishness in return and say, “if you were there I might’ve been satisfied”. (Yes, you’re a sulky boy. You have a right to take a jab at Geto ⬅️ pure headcanon 😂).

And thus, Gojo had learned from Geto and Geto also learned from Gojo (i think the latter has something to do with the last words imparted in jjk0. The message seemed very personal and it was something shared only between them, but significant enough for Geto to feel…happy & at peace).

Gojo in HI wouldn’t have cared about other people to his own detriment (e.g. meaning is “for the weak”, wasn’t interested in Riko until the meaning was made evident by Geto, went to kill Toji out of ? revenge? an experiment? ? & might’ve committed mass murder if Geto didn’t stop him), He never did until Geto guided him back on the path of humanity. Geto’s downfall was carrying the weight of caring for everyone that it broke him into pieces.

It’s... really nice that they complemented each other. I’m not saying their were perfect, but they were products of many circumstances and factors, including a twisted jujutsu world. It would’ve been nice to see them sharing the burden and creating a better future together.

Anyhow, I’m aware that not everyone will agree with my interpretation but it just seems to flow and make sense to me.

The subtlety in Gege’s touch can make you miss it, or even second-guess yourself, but once you know, you can’t unsee it. It all seems intentional?

Or it is also entirely possible that I see it with heavily-satosugu-tinted glasses.

Oh well.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Needy!Deuce Headcanons

Deuce Spade being needy is literally everything:

Masterlist

Warning: I write the reader as female

Never going a second without having your hand in his, whether you’re walking side by side or sitting beside each other in class, meal times and unbirthday parties.

You two would always be touching each other: cuddling, him resting his head on your shoulder, engulfing himself in your scent.

When he’s back in Heartslabyul, he’d stay up texting you even though he only just dropped you off at Ramshackle five minutes ago. When you point this out during a phone call, he’d pout and say that he misses your voice.

He loves you so much that he can still see your smile even when he closes his eyes.

He always keeps a protective arm around your waist, half so that he could shield you from any possible danger and half so that he can sate that need to have you as close to him as possible.

He’s never more than three feet away from you at any time.

He is literally: This is Y/N, Y/N loves her personal space. This is Deuce, Deuce also loves Y/N’s personal space

Just to be clear, he will always respect your boundaries. If you want space or alone time by yourself or don’t want to be touched or held - he’ll do whatever you want no question.

LIVES FOR PDA! If you’re not into it then he understands but if you are then hell yeah, go for it. For the first week of you dating, he was shy because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but after you have that ✨ healthy communication that we all love ✨ he’ll be living on cloud nine for the rest of his life: secretive pecks in the corners and shadows of the hallways, good luck kisses before a test, long drawn out hugs when he has to leave for Track and Field Club when he gives you a wide-eyed teary look of a soldier being stripped from his home and to go to war and not of a teenage boy just leaving your side for about an hour…

He doesn’t even react when Ace gags and demands that the two of you get a room because 1) he’s just jealous and 2) why would he want to move his head from your shoulder whilst you’re still petting it?

He loves giving you piggyback rides during your dates

His favourite thing to do with you is going on his Magical Wheel because he lives for that feeling of your head resting against his shoulder blades as your torso presses against his back and your arms are wrapped around his waist.

Have fun trying to get out of his hold during cuddle sessions. If his overpowering strength isn’t enough to keep you there then his pleading puppy eyes and sweet little whines begging you to not leave will.

But imagine Deuce getting kiss drunk: eyes glazed and half lidded, body moving out of his control as he wants more and more

It would start off soft and sweet. The two of you would be snuggling in your bedroom in Ramshackle, a calm and quiet reprieve from the hecticness of daily life. 

And you’d spontaneously have the excellent idea of kissing him so you do exactly that.

Cupping his face, you’d pull him towards you with and press your lips against his, letting them linger for a few seconds as your thumb strokes patterns onto his cheek, before pulling away, laughing internally at how his face immediately chases yours.

“More,” Deuce murmured, cheeks a rosy pink and pupils blown wide, looking at you so preciously, so captivated by your presence that you had no choice but to indulge him. So you draw him in again, physically feeling him melt into you, letting your mouths press against each other until your reeling head forces you not to.

Once you had parted for air yet again, he fisted the fabric of your blouse and brought you in for a third time, drinking in your yelp of surprise like a man starved. One of his arms wrap around you, bringing you so close to him it’s hard to tell where you stopped and he started. He could feel himself getting bolder, more confident, as adrenaline mixed into his ex-delinquent blood. The triumph he used to feel winning a fight is absolutely nothing to the pure euphoric exhilaration that fills every vessel, that rushes past his ears so loudly that he can’t hear anything else, his brain turns to mush and all he can think about is the complete and utter devotion he feels for you. His life, his love, his light, his salvation.

He couldn’t stop kissing you - it’s an endless vicious cycle; the more he fed that need to have you the hungrier and hungrier it became. When his treacherous lungs start to scream for oxygen he only allows you a second of reprieve before he dives back in and, with both hands on either side of your face, he begins kissing every inch of skin he can find - your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead - all in a flurry of quick succession.

You drive him insane. All thoughts of reform, of becoming a good little honours student that keeps his nose clean and head down, turn to ash as he feels that already unstable fiddly little delinquent switch teetering dangerously inside him. He makes himself at home on the curve of your neck, trailing kisses down that smooth slope. He interlocks his fingers with yours and feels rejuvenated when your hand squeezes his.

Usually, he’d never let himself lose control in such a way, finding that intense, savage side too shameful, too deplorable to let out - especially to someone so ethereal, so perfect it’s no wonder they’re otherworldly. But here - hidden away in the privacy of your bedroom, the old, weary walls of Ramshackle stationed around you like guards, concealing the both of you from the prying eyes of daily life - he with you in his arms, he felt invincible. He could do anything, be anything. He could let out those secret sides of himself without a care or worry because he knows that you’ll be there to hold him. You’re always there to give even when he’s scared to take.

Even now, you lift his hand and place a gentle kiss on his wrist, all whilst looking him in the eye and giving him such a loving smile he feels his breath hitch.

And when he gathers you into his arms, hugging you close, he knows that he could be with you for eternity and it still wouldn’t be enough

[madarasfloofyhair]

looking in the mirror and seeing him. looking in the mirror, and the resemblance making you want to claw your own skin out, filling you with rage and self-hatred. that's rin itoshi, relieving the betrayal he felt, his dream crushed, his hopefulness and naivety crushed under the weight of his older brother returning home—different. sae itoshi's tired eyes, his unpacked suitcase, his spitting words, calm and so so fucking mean. 'you make me want to vomit', 'what have you been doing these past three years?' threading the rin itoshi's future inner thoughts of pure worthlessness and standards and internal conflict and distance and drive. there's preciousness shattered from when sae used to hold his hand. the calm care in how he'd look out for rin, his eyes sharp and knowing in older-sibling ways, mysterious and cool to rin, but foreboding to us. what the hell happened to sae? what the hell happened in spain? it was this incident that drew a line between them; it's under this line that they both grew. messy teenage years, a hard distance between them. and yet - they look the same. they appear the same in the way siblings realistically do: enough differences and similarities in physical appearances that help cut the lines of their personalities but don't prevent the air of inevitability between them. the same morning routine, the same eyes, the same phrases, tone of speaking, a pretence at the same outward cutting displeasure, but a difference in how far one's willing to take it, who excels where. rin itoshi serves as a bridge to sae itoshi, in the set-up of the story, and in the set-up of rin's own life. from the words sae gave to him back then, he's been tied down. he's been chained, unable to let go, and excel. what pushed him forward was the one thing he needed to—needs to—break free of. there's too much mystery about sae's own feelings, what he thinks privately when he looks at the boy he changed forever. whether his intentions were more complex then we'll ever come to know. instead, we watch them fight on japan's stage, cameras everywhere, curious gazes, for all to see and wonder at. 

[kero-cure]

Just them hugging from behind and show us on TikTok. Nothing weird, Pure preciousness from them

BUT I'M GONNA DIE FROM TOO MUCH PRECIOUSNESS SO SOON!!! LOL

First one / Second one

[aspiringtrashpanda]

DAY! NUMBER! TWO! Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 2 Prompt: Reminiscence Spoilers for Simeon's role (OG 24-17)

Simeon stares down at the blank page before him. The thin, printed lines meant to support each weighty word grow bolder by the seconds tick-tick-tocking from the grandfather clock nestled in the corner of his room. They swell so large, he no longer has any space to write.

He regrets his notebook decision. The orchid themed booklet on display in the store window had been so pretty, had stoked this idea in his mind that the Lord of Lechery would display his favorite flowers in the arched windows of his castle. Henry would have given him the orchid - as white and pure as paper free of ink. 

But no, he had defaulted to the bland, leather-bound notebook. Nondescript, with those lines that demanded structure. An opening sentence. A climax. A resolution.

With a sigh, Simeon lets his head loll back, pushes his chair onto its back legs and balances preciously between expectation and chaos. Watching the dust dance in the lamplight of his room, he considers the characters that he himself had brought to life.

Luke had asked him once if The Tale of the Seven Lords was inspired by Lucifer and his brothers. Simeon had responded with an obvious yes, of course. Though, the more he wrote, the less his creations seemed to mirror their counterparts. 

He wasn’t sure if it was the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia warping his perception of those he had considered his closest friends. Those he still considers his closest friends. Well, other than Solomon. And Luke. But… well, it wasn’t the same. Simeon knew Lucifer and his chosen family as angels. He knows them as demons. And yet, sometimes they still feel like strangers, just out of reach, synonyms on a page that don’t quite convey the intended meaning. 

There were traits that only grew in prominence since the Great Celestial War–like Belphegor’s affinity for naps, and Leviathan’s shut-in tendencies–but as their title sins weighed heavy on their shoulders, Simeon found the actions of those he used to call his family more difficult to predict. Mammon’s greed, born from a genuine desire to succeed, evolved into ulterior motive. Asmodeus’s need for external validation rendered him weak to batted eyes and a gentle touch. 

Then, there was Satan. Naturally, Simeon wants to attribute that missing piece of the Lucifer he once knew to the carefully composed “fourth” born. Though, that would be an insult to Satan, to the Lord of Masks. He is so much more than what he is not, and for a moment, Simeon wonders what it would have been like to share his space in the clouds above. 

Ah, the Celestial Realm. He can still see the brilliant light of the sun when he allows his eyes to flutter shut, pure warmth bathing the virtuous in shades of gold. It was never as warm after the war. Or perhaps he’s reading into things. Current feelings. Memory is awfully fickle, isn’t it? 

Simeon used to write in the greenhouse, by his garden of roses. Roses of a ruby red bright enough to accent Michael’s dinner, a single flower bursting from a tiny vase to the right of his plate. Raphael would sing as he prepared a pot of tea. 

Simeon smiles, though it is devoid of any mirth.

Raphael is still willing to sing Simeon’s favorite hymns–the seraph’s rich tenor a balm on any wounded soul–but Simeon knows better. It will never be the same. Not without the rustle of pages under Lucifer’s index finger, not without the brilliant sets of ivory plumage draped over a garden chair. 

He wonders if Lucifer enjoys reading as much as he used to. Was that trait given to Satan, or do they share a passion for knowledge between them?

Simeon frowns down at the blot of ink, seeping from his pen onto that dreadful lined paper. He’s been frowning a lot more, these days.

“Simeon?” Luke’s interruption is timid, his hands gripping the door frame. Concern dances in the innocent eyes of a child who has yet to experience loss.

“I’m fine,” Simeon reassures, “I suppose I’m a little homesick.”

Though for where, he is no longer certain. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[carletes]

as of today, I have finished reading all your work on ao3 and quite honestly I don't know what to do with myself. I don't think i've ever come across an author that portrays love so purely, so tenderly, so fondly, so preciously, and most importantly - as if it is something that is able to exist outside of words alone.

I don't think i've ever seen love like that in real life, let alone experience it. I never thought it to be possible, and when I read some of your first stories I thought perhaps it is so beautiful only because it exists within them - too good to be true - but now I am more hopeful. if i am able to surround myself with even a fraction of that absoluteness, i shall be incredibly grateful. in some part to you of course - for reminding me with your words and the stories you've woven.

i hope my little internet nephew is doing well (i was the internet aunt comment haha), and he's having a fantastic time giggling, being cuddled and napping :)

AHHH :(((( thank you so much for taking the time to read my works!! i LOVE love and i love carlando and they're the perfect vessel through which to explore love!! and not to be gay but i can also assure you that kind of love absolutely exists—i draw from real life ❤️

INTERNET NEPHEW IS MASHALLAH DOING GREAT we're dropping him off at daycare for a day to trial it (he starts properly in september) so i am FREAKING out a little lmao but it's FINE we'll be FINE 😭

[mrs-monaghan]

Art is such a powerful thing man. I swear. Letter is the proof. Jimin is literally screaming his soul and heart out while singing in our headphones, and so many people pretend that he wrote that song just for them. I would have loved to know that such a beautiful song was made for me, for us, but it was not. And what I love the most about it, is that nothing is certain. Jimin always leaves us the benefit of the doubt. He needs that doubt himself in order to protect his relationship. That “dear.army” is not for everyone. If you want to see it, you will, and you’ll be able to read between the lines, to see that full stop that changes everyting. If you don’t want to, you’ll read it all together. And pretend that mark is not there. The same goes for the lyrics. “We don’t know what days await us”, “we’re afraid”, “the fun moments between you and me” and so many others. All these sentences can refer to armys, sure. I mean, if you really strain it… yes, they can. And that’s why Jimin is so smart. Their bond is special, it’s a literal gift that makes them able to turn off the lights of cameras , of telephones, of the internet and the whole industry, and enjoy themselves, just the two of them, in their little world. “They’re not close anymore like they used to be”: yes they are. What some people don’t get is that the “loudness” is still there, but in a different form. It’s in Jk’s eyes, in Jm’s smile when he sings letter. In their little moments together that we’ll never know about unless they tell us about it. They’re probably kissing, eating together, dancing together, sleeping. Maybe fighting too. And Jimin is never going to tell you “yes, that song is for the love of my life”. Forget that. But he can say anything else in his songs, and only people who are able to appreciate their bond will see it. Others won’t, and those people are the same that will never understand how deep the love between Jikook is. I can’t imagine how much hard it was for them to always hold back their feelings, to try to hide them so bad. To always be careful with words, actions, touches. I think they’re just learning to live their love in private, because the needing to tell the world that they’re in love must have faded with time. A part of them will always desire to share it with the world and the public, I think, but they must have realized that what they need is their other half. No external validation, no spotlight. Sadly, sharing it would wear this love out, because not everyone would get its preciousness. JM and JK still don’t know what awaits them, but they live with this only certainty: that they love each other. And this is scary. This is nothing and everything, if you think about it. Everything that they have it’s them. They never had certainties unless their love. But they’re together, and fear will be overcomed by both, as they always did. As those two young and unprepared kids did, growing up together. I have so much to say but I already wrote a lot. Sorry. I just wish them the best, and I hope that one day this love will be set free from judgment, doubts, hate, and from distracted eyes that can’t notice its pureness.

Jimin’s live performance of Letter is so good!

Damn. You're tearing my heart up. This is just

Gonna go cry now 😭