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#ahhh to many emotions i can’t

jongseongsnudes · 3 months

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team captain

bf!nishimura. 1k words. so flufffffffy. [note]: this can be read alone or as apart of my badboy!niki series drabbles. warning, it’s so cringey and cute i’m literally kicking my feet lmao

“oh my god look how brown it’s getting!” you cheer more to yourself than anyone, the sight of your marshmallow changing colour over the fire exciting you a little too much.

after getting it perfect, you finally look up to realise that everyone who was sitting around the bonfire before... was now gone. how or when, you’re not even sure, but the loud chatting and laughter coming from inside the house tells you that they’re all inside now.

shrugging, you get up from your squatting position and was about to head inside too when you notice niki, sitting in his chair right behind you with the cutest grin on his face. the boy had been so quiet the entire time that you didn’t even know he was there.

you’re so startled by his appearance that you almost fall backwards but luckily for you, your team captain boyfriend was quick to grab your arm, pulling you to him. specifically, onto his lap. you’re now seated across his lap, his arms around your waist to hold you, his face just a breath away from yours.

gulp.

the boy was truly the most handsomest you’ve ever seen. no matter how many times you see him, his face still manages to surprise you, just like the very first time. it’s something you’ll never admit to him though, not when his head was already so big.

“i’m starting to think you’re clumsy on purpose, just so i can save you,” he rolls his eyes at you, “because i don’t know anyone as clumsy as you.”

“w- well you should’ve said something! you scared me!”

“right. as if you didn’t sense me staring at you the entire time?”

“you-” you pause, brows raising at the realisation of his words, “... why were you staring at me the entire time nishimura? creep!”

instead of an insulting response like you had fully expected from him, the boy stays completely silent. his eyes however, drops down to your lips, gazing at it for a few moments. you’re unsure of what his intentions were but it was making you nervous either way.

“what? can’t i stare at my girlfriend?”

gulp.

“well- well yeah but! but! but make some noise next time-”

to your surprise, niki leans in without warning, kissing you and shutting you up. seeing you so startled yet again, the boy immediately breaks into laughter like it was he funniest thing to him.

“you don’t understand how pretty you are, miss class president,” he says with a smile, one so sweet you swore your heart just melted over it, “you’d be staring at you too if you were me.”

you’ve been together for a few months now and although you’ve had your fair share of sweet moments, this time topped it all. his gaze, his smile, his words, all seemed so genuine. like he meant every single thing.

everyone knew how niki was, someone so tsundere, so unbothered, so unserious, so seeing him this way had your emotions and thoughts going wild.

it had you thinking if this could really last, if it could really be more than just a stupid high school relationship.

it had you thinking about your future after high school, whether you and him could really make it work. you haven’t brought up the topic with him, but it has surely been on your mind more with graduation quickly approaching.

“it better be me you’re thinking of right now in this head of yours,” he playfully knocks into your head, bringing you out of your deep thoughts, “or else you have no reason to be smiling like that.”

“unfortunately... it always is. you and your... big mouth!”

the face he makes is one of anger, confusion and surprise, all in one. the view instantly had you in giggles, so much so that you almost fall off his lap. but the boy doesn’t let you have your moment for too long, his fingers at your waist, ready to do what they do best.

“niki- no- no- ahhh!”

you were giggling again, only this time it was caused by niki nishimura tickling your sides. you wanted to run away from the boy, but how could you when you’re trapped in his hold, on his lap. there was literally no escape!

“ni- nish- nishimura! stop! please!”

the boy really does do as asked, stopping his fingers and quickly helping you fix your creased up top. he’s also laughing, eyes in complete moon shapes at your struggles, and although you want to smack him, you end up chuckling as well.

“so... can i kiss you now with my big mouth or?”

“since when do you even ask?” you playfully roll your eyes, “what’s with you today? you’re being a bit weird. more so than usual.”

“ha funny,” the boy mocks you, his fingers reaching up to flick your forehead, “maybe i just realised how much i actually like you.”

you could feel your cheeks immediately heating up, hands a little clammy from his sudden confession, but it’s his gaze that catches you off guard. the way they’re looking directly into yours, with so much hope, so much adoration. you have no idea how to respond to him but you do know that your heart is currently going crazy in your chest.

“you just realised? pfffft,” you manage to make a joke, using it to hide away your current urge of wanting to scream and kick your feet at how cute he looked.

“yeah... and it’s crazy how much i actually do.”

now it was your turn to go quiet, no longer laughing or making jokes. without thought, you lean in and kiss the boy. softly and sweetly.

niki’s arms around you tighten as yours rest on his chest, the two of you enjoying the moment in silence. it’s crazy when you realise how your relationship with him used to be like, full of screaming and fighting every single day.

it was too early to claim you l-word the tall boy but judging from how you were currently feeling, you’re sure you’re almost there.

“nishimura-”

“OH MY GOD! NOT THE MARSHMALLOW! what did the marshmallow do to you guys?!” both you and niki turn towards the dramatic voice, just to see taki and maki both staring at the ground where you had dropped your much forgotten marshmallow earlier.

“i dropped it by accident-”

“because you guys were busy making out??” maki chimes in, his expression so sad you’d think something actually happened, “don’t you guys do that enough?? i saw you two in the lockerroom yesterday too!”

“it’s like that’s all you guys do. our captain is such a simp-”

the two boys immediately stop talking once they notice the change in niki’s face, one so grim, so irritated. similar to the one he usually had during practice... before a finals game.

even you were scared of that face, let alone the boys on the team.

“i’ll be right back baby,” the team captain says calmly while helping you to stand up. he pats the back of your head before turning to face the two screaming boys who were already sprinting around the yard.

you can’t help but giggle at the sight, a memory you’ll surely hold onto for a very long time. although your future with niki remains unclear, you realise that what mattered more was now, in this very moment.

and in this very moment, you were happy.

end.

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harrysfolklore · 5 months

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Can you please, pretty pretty please do another Zendaya one??

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okay i’m kinda nervous bc this is the first time i post for someone who’s not harry so HI i do social media au blurbs and i hope you like this one i did for tom 🥲 let me know your thoughts and send in requests if you have any !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram Thank you so much @vogueitalia for having me 🤍 Interview out tomorrow

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enews We’re losing our minds over this new Hollywood romance. 🥹 Link in bio to see how YN hard launched their relationship (📸: Getty)

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tomblyth Sneak peak at our inconspicuous movie about 2 totally chill birdwatchers with no emotional damage whatsoever… 😏

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tomfan1 AHHHHHHHHHHH

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hunterschafer ❤️

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tomupdates Tom and YN in Los Angeles today !

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tomblyth Come back to the beginning of the games with us @songbirdsandsnakes

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yourinstagram Exciting things coming

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ynfan1 SAY SIKE

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FANS VIA TWITTER

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yourinstagram CAN’T CATCH ME NOW from @songbirdsandsnakes will be out today. The film and the rest of the soundtrack are out November 17th. Thank you to sweet angel @oliviarodrigo for writing this song and letting me sing it, this is so special to me 🤍

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ynfan3 the things she does for love i guess bc i thought she was allergic to studios

tomblyth So proud of you 🤍

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↳ yourinstagram Wouldn’t have done with without your encouragement 🥺

↳ ynfan4 IM MELTING

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tomblyth HG film dump. Just some of the many people I love who breathed life into this movie. @songbirdsandsnakes opens tomorrow 🤍

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tomfan1 CRYING

rachelzegler See you on the big screen 🙌🏻

ynfan1 i can’t wait to see it omg

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yourinstagram TBOSBAS is on theaters now and all I can say is that I love every single human being involved in it and I’m so proud of them 🤍 Oh and thank you for all the support for Can’t Catch Me Now, you make me all mushy 🥲

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INTERVIEWS BY TOM AND THE CAST DURING THE PREMIERE

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marsfa1ry · 1 year

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astrology observation 𓇼

(pics from pinterest)

capricorn mercury i love their dry sense of humor and dark sarcasm. my scorpio mercury be giggling like a baby when they tell a joke while everyone else blank stare the native, concerned about their dark humor. also their choice of words is so calculated and careful if developed, no sugarcoating tho, with well aspected could also be poetic. it’s so cute. ahhh my favs

lilith 3h knows how and when to push the button and let that intelligent communicator self take over lol literally can talk themselves out of anything and could wrap someone around their fingers by their words. school and/or siblings might be a hit or miss for them. it’s either good or bad, nothing in between.

mars 1h idk if it’s just me or not moving body when mentally in a better place for a whole day can cause natives a great emotion turmoil like (esp in virgo degree i guess💀) that’s why coping mechanism and serotonin booster includes deep cleaning room, groceries … oh maybe it’s just me ok

not to mention that healthy routine HELPS natives a lot i mean i guess it helps every human being but i feel like it emphasizes when it comes to mars 1h let me know if you resonates or not^^

earth moons with uranus prominent aspects/placements yes earth moons do need a stable routine to help them maintain their mind but with uranus influence esp if making aspects to mc, i think will most likely hate to have a 9-5 work, plus with prominence 9h/sagittarius, spontaneous career life is their go-to. their earth moons still want the stability tho so it could be that they have a stable morning and after work routine etc.

leo moon something about their hair that never fail to catch my attention. it’s like tho they did nothing their hair be thriving.

also something about head bumps because there was this one time i dreamed of a leo moon head bumping me just for me to wake up to an astrology observation (i can’t remember which one😿feel free to inform me so i can put credits here) says head bumping is a lion thing so leo placements tend to do that helpp- but tbh it’s so cute ><

earth moons w fire moons i rarely see astro community talk about this two together like it’s SO underrated. earth moon say the most straightforward, simplest compliments that get fire moon all flustered up and stuff like 😳 and firey do this most random, unprovoked things just to get reaction out of earthy. purely just vibing together. fire moon get earth moon out of their comfort zone, earth moon makes fire moon more grounded. seen them in many long terms relationships.

ex: EDIT : i just found out that brian groomed megan fox and actually so problematic so i deleted this example 🤢

ross lynch (aries moon) - jaz sinclair (capricorn moon)

aishwarya rai (capricorn moon) - abhishek bachchan (aries moon)

ryan gosling (capricorn moon) - eva mendes (leo moon)

moon conjucnt mercury synastry : moon be like ‘bruh you speak my mind’ while mercury ‘you read my emotions and know what to do with them without me talking it out so’ love this

moon conjunct chiron chiron making hard aspect to luminaries (emphasize on moon bcs istg…the pain towards deepest part of ourselves um) can manifest such a big impact in native’s life :,) and which part will be effected depends on houses where it sit in. however, as much as how diverse the conjunction can play out🤭 the same thing that wounded the natives could be the same thing that heal the natives. the key is to mastered the cruel (💀for real like who have this aspect would understand what i mean) chiron. as much as it makes you a severely wounded soldier in inner world’s field ffs, breaking the pattern of chiron can manifests a really great result.

moon prominent aspect in mother’s chart can be presented in your s/o’s chart or someone you like. for better or worse. 🧍‍♀️

mercury in sagittarius degree (9°,21°) philosiphize their words unintentionally and left people who had a conversation with them thinking about their words a lots esp when they give advice, they brought a whole new perspective to the person.

scorpio/8h prominent the struggle is real when someone they close with or trust don’t also hate their enemies. it’s a sign to retreat for them😠 ride or die. all or nothing.

lilith prominent/dominant men try so hard to hide their feelings and reactions when lilith prominent/dominant women come around. might even bully/pick on them at an extreme end. horrible at it finest when undeveloped ugh

taurus lilith square ascendant attract a lot of taurus mars and i have love-hate relationship with most of them

pisces rising really do get away with things. wittiness and chameleon energy of mutable + slyness of water = slay 💅

aries in big 6 literally always there in charts of ppl who heavily watch or fond of anime, manga

capricorn/cancer sun pair with scorpio/taurus sun no matter what others perceived them individually, they seems like a traditional couple to me lol when they’re together it gives ‘of course they’re together’ vibe. capricorn-scorpio and cancer-taurus more often than vice versa

pluto 3h i found myself thinking about what these natives say a looooot like even if it’s the most silliest stuff they said, it still echoes in my mind like ‘i think yellow is a really bizarre color’ and my mind goes 😮🤯😦😵‍💫🙀 wtff

; hihi, first i didn’t expect my previous astro notes to blow up this much so i want to say that i appreciated all the interactions and support <33 thank you so much and i hope whoever come across this astro ranting HEHE a really nice day/night and much fun reading this ⭐️

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venusgirltarot · 10 months

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What Would An Album About You Sound Like?

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile One

Ahhh okay this is so cute. Im going to try to explain this as best as I can, Pile 1. So this seems like a concept album. The idea of the album (not the sound but idea ya know) reminds me of “Melodrama” by Lorde. I’ll leave a quote here for a better description but it’s like a concept album about a single night

“Melodrama is described as a loose concept album that explores the theme of solitude, in the framework of a single house party with the events and moods that entail it”

The album about you is similar in the sense that it’s a “loose concept album” but it’s about the writer seeing you. It’s like you’re at this party that the songwriter is also at and they’re obsessed from the moment they lay eyes on you. You’re like this beautiful unobtainable being to them and they want to get to know you so bad but they just can’t seem to talk to you. This could also progress to a one night stand that never progresses to more because of a lack of communication to this album is going through the writer meeting you and watching you throughout the night and then goes into their regrets and what they wish they would have said to you the next day, if that makes sense.

They see you at a party and think you’re so beautiful but can’t seem to find the words to tell you that. I keep hearing “I like the way my bedsheets look on your body” from “hello!” By role model. (I believe that’s the right song but lmk if it’s wrong so I can fix it!) and I keep being reminded of this musician on TikTok “Chappell Roan” and their song “Red Wine Supernova” I think that’s similar to what this album would sound like and it also fits the aesthetic. I highly recommend you listen to this song because it fits your album so perfectly. I tried to find a lyric that resonates the best to include but they all work so well that I couldn’t choose.

Despite this entire album being about only you and just one night leading into the next morning, it’s still so diverse (I hope that makes sense) like you’d think there’s only so many songs you could write about a 12ish hour time frame and one person but this writer has endless things to say about you and the night you met them. I could see one song having a feature and it’s later in the album somewhere between tracks 7-12 or so. The aesthetic of the album is very neon lights, the dance floor on prom night after everything has died down and people are starting to go home, slow, melodramatic and just really pretty. Again, I highly recommend you check out “Red Wine Supernova” because it fits so well.

Track list:

1. Pretty

2. Blooming

3. missing you

4. Shinning Eyes

5. Dying Slow

6. Party Streamers

7. Old Fashioned (Feat. Another Artist)

8. Starlight

9. Nova’s Surprise

10. Sunset

11. morning after

12. You

Pile Two

Pile two, your album sounds like one written by Hozier, Noah Kahan or The Lumineers. It reminds me a lot of “Angela” by The Lumineers. Specifically the lyric “Angela, spent your whole life running away” and “vacancy, hotel room, lost in me, lost in you” it also reminds me of Ethel Cain in the sense that it’s a concept album about running away and starting a new life (but not as dark as ethel’s and with a much better outcome than she got. I heard “success story” it’s about leaving behind a difficult past and moving forward. There’s hope for the future in these songs, remembrance of the past and healing trauma. It’s a beautiful album with a good balance of different emotions. I could see this album coming with a short film or a series of music videos that piece together to tell a store. Similar to “III” by the Lumineers.

I keep hearing a few snippets from the deluxe version of “Stick Season” (that will be out June 9th 👀) like “Medicate meditate swear your soul to Jesus / Throw a punch fall in love give yourself a reason” or “we ain’t angry at you love, you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost” it’s such a beautiful album with so much soul and emotion.

I could see this album getting an acoustic live version that artists do sometimes like “Album, live from Wherever” you know? This album has very unique and catchy lyrics that stick with people, the type of lyrics people take and sell on things in their Etsy shop or use as a quote in their yearbook or put in their instagram bio. It almost feels like poetry. I also heard “escapism” this is the type of music that paints a picture and takes you somewhere else. This album will kind of chronologically tell a story about you moving forward and healing from trauma and finding a peaceful ending. Ending with a song like “Angelia”

Track list

1. movement

2. Adelaide’s Interlude

3. mother

4. farmhouse

5. leave me behind

6. baby blue

7. mustang

8. you’re gonna go far

9. more than this

10. peace

11. at your own pace

12. growing pains

13. at last

Pile Three

I feel like this album has a soft rock sort of sound? Like hozier with a rockier edge if that makes sense? It reminds me of the way hozier sings about love. He sings about a very deep and impactful love and his writing his like poetry and I think that’s what an album about you would sound like. I think this album could be about the writer/musician fighting feelings for you because they’re focused on career or are just concerned about the outcome of the relationship. They might have a fear of falling or something.

However, the last card I pulled was the 10 of cups so the outcome is very good. I feel like this album is coming from a reflective place like this is after yourself and your spouse have settled down and had kids or pets or whatever you would like and your partner is looking back at your relationship from the very beginning up until now and writing about it.

I keep hearing “I’m in love with an emo girl” I don’t think this is what the album will sound like but maybe that’s your aesthetic/vibe? This might just be conformation for you. I also keep hearing that Shania Twain song “you’re still the one” this is the kind of album that fans would dissect like narrow down the time you met your person and talk about every lyric and how that lyric relates to you and your relationship etc. this album talks about how devoted and in love with you your person is but also talks about the (I heard “trials and tribulations”) it took for you two to get there so it may include religious reference. Like religion by Lana Del Rey or Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift where there’s this slight aspect of religion/devotion to your partner.

You hear a lot about how you have to actively choose your partner everyday to make a long term relationship work and this album would definitely delve into that a little. It could also be produced by you and your partner’s mutual friends or people who have been there since the beginning or very early in in your relationship. I think this would be a longer album and there’s definitely 18+ songs on there 👀

Track list

1. October

2. Cosmic

3. Full Moon

4. Bourbon Street

5. She’s All Over Me

6. Starla

7. The Empress

8. Diamond Eyes

9. Find More of Me

10. Dreamscape

11. Escapades

12. Midnight

13. You’re All I Need

14. Mirror

15. Apartment 32

16. Deep End

17. Eternity

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daydreamsandcrashingwaves · 1 month

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KICTTC 5

I'm BACK helloooo! Oh my goodness friends! I have so much to tell you all! So I kinda was collar grabbed by this story so my edit of chapter 4 is SO different from what I posted here, SOOOOO I'm posting a bit of the edited Ch4 so no one misses out on plot! ahhh I've been so excited to share this all with you!!!! Transference chapter 3 is in the works as well as a secret WIP! I really wanna focus of my first two stories though so Idk when that will be up or what an update schedule might look like.

Anyways the Angst is strong, the trauma and body horror is as strong as the blasphemous tea I brew, read at your own leisure I aint yo mama lol

Stay safe, give yourself grace, take your meds, get some sun, burrow in a blanket nest, drink water and eat a snack lovelies!

~Ren

Once Danny makes a decision he throws himself in head first, this will be no different. Danny has to start at the beginning. He must tell them everything to have a hope of them understanding how Danny ended up dropping through a portal to his brother’s side. For… their family to understand what true danger hunts him even now.

Dick sips his cup of coffee only to look at it betrayed when it’s bitter and cold. He has been in Bruce’s study watching the live feed of the recovery room for hours. He managed to drag himself to bed when Alfred had insisted but his dreams had been plagued with Danyal trembling on the floor, knife hilt deep in his small neck, the sight of them in the doorway had made him panic and then he was bleeding out, his breath gurgling in his throat as he died. It was an awful way to wake up and he couldn’t even go check on Danyal in person! Damian had cashed in a lot of the blackmail he’s kept on them to keep them away. While Dick was proud of his little brother’s emotional growth, seeing their youngest in person would go a long way for Dick to shake off his nightmare. He is a bat though so he will endure, especially because this involves his family, his brothers.

As the sun started dipping below the horizon behind the curtains Tim walked into the study with two large cups filled to the top with coffee, one with a ton of sugar and cream the other plain black coffee, “Awe Timmy! You brought me coffee!” Dick snatches the plain one up with a smirk.

Tim just grumbles at his grabby hands and relinquishes the cup. He shuffles over to the couch and pulls out his laptop to work on something- Dick isn’t sure where Tim had managed to safely carry the computer with two fresh coffees- and promptly ignores the others as they file in the next ten or so minutes. Judging by the dark circles under everyone’s eyes, sleep was hard to come by.

Bruce is slumped into his chair watching the twins. No one breaks the silence. Dick eyes Jason from where his brother has propped himself against the wall out of the way Their father’s shoulders are tense in anger. So Talia is probably giving him the slip. He can’t help but feel resentment for the woman who keeps secrets that hurt his family. She knows that people don’t always stay dead. When Jason died, the only reason Dick had to face it, recognize that his little brother was dead was because they had his body as sure proof he had been murdered. Dick has seen many times how Bruce grieves and it’s never good. Adding in a twin? Bruce is holding himself together with sheer will power and meticulous training. Bruce might be almost impossible to read but he was the first boy to be adopted. He has more Bruce experience than anyone else in the family but Alfred. He can see the cracks.

Turning back to the screen Dick lets out a little coo at the image. Damian is awake and is looking at Danyal like he’d disappear from under the blanket they share. The boy carefully extracts himself to use the restroom that’s tucked away in the corner. When he comes back onto the screen he is changed into his sweatpants and a t-shirt Dick recognizes as his own. He also spots a change of clothes for Danyal in his arms, which he sets on the side table next to the bed before Damian goes around refilling the water pitcher and glass to be ready for use, setting fresh towels out.

Turning his attention to the younger boy, he can see how sickly the boy is when they’re side by side to compare. His pale skin shows off the dark veins underneath, his cheeks are caving into his face, all his baby fat eaten away, dark bruises under his eyes, and with how injured he was… it’s not telling a pretty story. Dick is confident that if Danyal hadn’t dropped out of the rafters in that warehouse they’d never know he could’ve been out there. He desperately needed help even if he hadn’t realized it yet. Bruce and Dick watch Damian crawl back into bed, Danny doesn’t wake but he does turn towards where Damian has frozen owl-eyed. An arm snags the bottom edge of Damian’s shirt and like a signal the rest of his limbs follow to entwine them together. It’s very cute. With a smirk Dick takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture. It’s unlikely to truly upset Damian since it’s probably the only picture that they have of the twins together right now, but however Damian responds when he knows the picture exists will be satisfying.

“Are we gonna get on with it or just sit in silence with our thumbs up our asses?” Jason glares, looking significantly more tense. He stares down the room while crossing his arms across his chest.

Dick sees Bruce’s shoulders square up like he’s bracing for a physical punch instead of the verbal jab. Batman has an almost obsessive need to know everything he can about a situation, it was one of his many lessons that they as his children made into muscle memory. Knowledge made carefully crafted contingency plans that kept their family safe on and off the streets. Something to hold, to have in reserve for when they need it. To be thrown so many unknowns in the shape of a brother was unsettling them all.

“Jason.” Dick throws him a disappointed look from where he stands by Bruce, placing a hand on his shoulder to diffuse the argument that would shortly explode. “Danyal hasn’t been conscious, he hasn’t had the chance to explain anything yet, has he?” He raises his eyebrow at his brother. The family might not always reach an agreement on, well most things, but Dick knows his younger brother cares. He does. He won’t admit it but he’s here. Red Hood sticks to Crime Alley, looking after his people and- though he won’t claim them- his kids. One glance at Danyal’s wounded, still form was all it took to gain his loyalty. Red Hood liked to take his aggression out on those who disrespect his claim. Jason’s impulse to run off and hunt the monsters who could harm a child this way was poorly hidden. Dick understood the feeling so he didn’t push further.

Jason sneered at his words but didn’t bite back, just turned his impatient gaze towards Tim. “I’m sure Tim has been doing more digging than sleeping.”

Bruce inhales sharply drawing all of their attention. He’s looking at the monitor, hitting the unmute, Damian’s voice floods the room. “I simply meant you only have to tell me what has happened since we were separated… Once, here. I-We had thought you would prefer what privacy we can afford while we determined who had made the grave mistake of harming you. The family, while well intentioned, can be overwhelming. It is difficult gathering everyone and having them sit quietly for extended periods of time and our family is… large.”

Damian’s description brought a small smile to Dick’s face. Danyal’s quiet reply dimmed the edges because he sounded so young.

The whole group shifted and was laser focused on their new family member. Dick can’t think of any way to describe this whole situation as wrong as he took in what he could see.. It had nothing to do with Danny himself, or maybe it was more accurate to say whatever made his newly claimed baby brother look like that was what was firing off all his finely honed warning bells. A glance around at the others makes it clear they’re all, for once, on the same page.

If Bruce’s glare could kill the poor monitor would’ve been smoking at this point. Danyal was clearly at the end of his rope. Dick will admit as much as it irks him Damian was right to sequester the recovery room and keep Danyal in a calm area. They watch in horror as Danyal starts to speak. He was hesitant and nervous at first but slowly gained confidence when Damian didn’t react adversely.

The rest of them didn’t have to restrain themselves.

“What the actual fuck?” That’s Tim’s angry voice, Dick shutters. He sounds like he’s already started on researching his shit list by the furious tapping that comes from the couch. Drs Fenton, the Ghost Investigation Ward, and Vlad Masters can’t possibly know what is coming for them. Dick isn’t sure whether to step in when Jason sinks down into the couch next to their younger brother and they immediately start whispering between themselves.

He decides after a long look at the twins murmuring to each other that he would rather check on Bruce. “B?”

The man that stands firm against Gotham’s most unsavory rogues, looks back at him lost. His eyes get drawn back to his sons on the screen, “He’s so small Dick. I-” It’s rare Bruce breaks in composure and Dick’s chest squeezes. His father looks haunted.

“We’re here for him now, B.” He says gently. There are no words he could say that can erase what is already done.

They listen to Tim and Jason in the background while watching Damian help Danyal get out of bed. Once on his feet Danyal waves his twin away. He’s weak and shaky but they breathe a bit easier when his legs don’t give out underneath his body weight. The short walk to the bathroom door seemed to have winded him. Danyal reaches for the wall and presses into it while he pauses. And pauses.

Damian hasn’t rushed to his side so Dick tries not to panic. He probably needs a moment to gather himself. “Do you think we need to send Alfred down?” He asks Bruce.

“What?” Tim and Jason both looked up at him in tandem.

“Danyal! He was- well he is- fine. But look! He’s all hunched like he can’t breathe right? Why is Damian just watching?” Dick frets wringing his hands.

Attention diverted from their plans of destruction the two leave the couch and crowd around Bruce’s desk.

“Oh fuck!” Tim curses, roughly rolling Bruce’s chair away from the keyboard. “I don’t know how they did it but I think the feed was paused, or spliced or looped. I’m trying to override it- Ah! I got it!”

The feed clears and they all blink at the empty room. The bathroom door is open and Danyal’s things that were by the door are gone.

Bruce jumps out of his chair. “What were they doing right before?”

Tim pulls up the saved file and finds the moments right before the glitch. “They’re hugging?” A few lines of code and Tim has the background volume boosted. A hushed conversation in Arabic reaches their ears.

“Okay Danyal, I understand and will help you,” Damian studies his brother for a moment, “how can I help you best in this moment Danyal, what is it you want.”

They watch Danyal look around at the room, fear leaking in now that he’s not focused on the boy with him. “I can’t be here. I won’t heal.”

Bruce flinches like Danyal had hit him.

They embraced, and whatever else was said was too muffled to pick up.

They watch entranced, like a bruise you can’t help but press on, as the scene plays out and ends with Danyal leaning against the wall.

“They can’t have gotten far, the demon brat wouldn’t risk hurting his precious twin, Dickie-Bird and I can fetch the chicks that flew the nest.” Jason sighs.

Bruce’s phone rings and they all look at it with reluctance. That’s Oracle’s ringtone so it’s important. Dick swipes the device and answers with a quick, “O, we’ve got a situation, please tell me this is important.”

“Yeah it is,” Barbra agrees, “if you guys were gonna patrol why wasn’t I looped in, huh?”

Dick exchanges a confused look with the others. “Uh no, O, we agreed no patrol tonight, Black Bat, Signal, and Spoiler were our covers.”

“Then why is the Batmobile headed towards the edge of town?”

They, with years of experience fighting side by side, spring in sync for the hidden entrance and pile into the elevator to the cave to change and to track down their brothers.

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Gotham was unusually muggy this evening. Bruce could feel the sweat drip down his scalp and his suit was already damp. Breath blazed through his lungs yet brought him no warmth. He had to suppress his instinct to shiver. Fear was all he could feel. It was bone chillingly familiar. Nothing like Scarecrow’s toxin yet he was still sinking deeper into glacier littered water. As Batman, Bruce has taken many hits, faced the cruel underbelly of Gotham from the shadows and had said enough. Birthed from vengeance and relentlessly courting justice, he gets back up, keeps moving, doesn’t stay down even when he probably should. No one else had managed to stand against the city’s rogues. Every night he embraces their seething rage that blistered the streets and exploded buildings. Batman turns towards danger, not away. He is the shield that protects his city's people from the impact the best he can. It’s never enough. Batman has flung himself head first into a race that had long since started.

In the rare hours he is alone surrounded by the soft glow of the Batcomputer and the quiet rustling of sleeping bats he can admit, those first years, he had enjoyed the vicious fights. Tangoing with death each night. He was entranced, he would dance until the curtain dropped. It was a destructive cycle he couldn’t escape. As he’s aged his compulsion to run off has cooled, and it was only after the first time Dick got more than just a few bruises did he realize the true cost. Even if he couldn’t stop them, perhaps he should’ve tried harder to work with his children to ensure their safety. A family of vigilantes was a double edged blade. His curse to bear. The curse he spread. Every night his heart is split into pieces and goes with them as they stalk their prey from within the shadows. His children amaze terrify him in how they’ve all risen to fight back the miasma that threatens to swallow Gotham whole.

He doesn’t know Danyal, has never learned what his favorite breakfast is or seen him off to school. They have never shared late night training sessions. His youngest has never fallen asleep sequestered away in his own world working on a case and for Bruce to find him and tuck him into bed like he has with all of his children at least once. No. He was never given a chance. Danyal’s existence was hidden from him. His death was a secret Damian was manipulated into thinking he had to carry the weight alone. And people believed Batman to be some sort of legendary detective. If Bruce was less controlled he might scoff at the thought. He missed things, big and small, all the time. Most often it was his children that were affected by his carelessness, his lack of understanding.

He knows what it is to lose a son. In death and because of his own parental ineptitude. Bruce knows what it is for his world to spin out from under his feet and to let his rage blindly guide him. Bruce risks a glance at Jason, his walking, talking, breathing miracle. Why couldn’t he just say that to the person who needed to hear it. Jason had died, it was awful, truly awful. As an adult he has never felt so lost. Jason was only a child. A brilliant, bright, life snuffed out in the cruelest way only for some universal hiccup to thrust his soul back into body and for Talia to pick him up. They’ve never talked about the Y-incision that spans his entire torso. Jason hadn’t intended for him to see it. Bruce doesn’t know who is responsible. He doesn’t know if they dare breathe another breath on Earth. He’s afraid to ask. He’s afraid of what he’ll do if they aren’t already dead. No, the only thing he knew about it was what Jason had deliriously shared with him while sick with whooping cough. The cut may have happened but that was as far as they got. His ribs remained intact, his organs undisturbed. Bruce has to trust Jason told him the truth. Bruce hadn’t had the strength to imagine alternatives.

He has no choice now. Whatever Danyal’s journey has been, wherever he’s been. Bruce despairs that his youngest’s life journey has been too similar to Jason’s. Danny had listed off to Damian the multitude of injuries he had and Bruce just knew. Two of his sons have been dehumanized, valued as objects for other’s use, to state their curiosity. His youngest didn’t just get cut into, as despicable as that already was, no, he was awake, aware, alive as some sick fuck rooted around behind his ribs. (Half-alive. His gut rolls at the implications yet it brings none of his usual suspicions to draw his attention to what his son was hiding. Only he wasn’t hiding, not from the Wayne family. No, he had shared everything with very little prompting from Damian. Danyal was running from them) Bruce could only stare at the screen in his office in horror. How fast did his regenerative ability work to regrow his harvested organs? Did he have to break wrongly healed bones and had to hold them in place until they healed enough for him to escape or did his bones snap forcefully into place on their own-

It’s a race against time now. Danyal is in no condition to be on the run. It would crush him to send him away but Bruce would. He can find a secure place away from him for his son if that’s what it took to make him feel safe enough to rest. Recovery needs to be his number one priority, he had been slowly relaxing with Damian yet as soon as he wasn’t disoriented he fled. What does that say about how he thinks they’ll treat him? What does it say about Bruce that Damain felt he could better protect his twin alone?

Bruce forces himself to reach for his comms and connects to the main comm line they use for patrols. “Everyone, change of plans, keep your eyes open for both boys. They fled from the cave in the Batmobile, hail the line immediately if they’re sighted, I don’t expect Robin to linger once it stops.” Bruce internally curses at himself that he didn’t think to have some sort of code for his youngest. He’s known for creating contingency plans for his contingency plans, yet he is not prepared for this. He could’ve never prepared himself for the knowledge he had not one blood son but two, twins. He couldn’t be too revealing incase someone was listening. “We’re in pursuit of the Batmobile now. Remember the boys are both League trained, Robin likely will have some tricks he’ll play.. The boy’s full capabilities are still unknown and he is heavily injured, proceed with caution, the boy is likely running on instinct, resistance is expected. We want to avoid making them feel cornered.” His tone is tight with worry, He doesn’t blame Danyal for being suspicious. He may be their father, but as far as he knows it wouldn’t be safe. Well, Bruce can’t blame either of them, they’re children, his children. He will blame their mother though. “We want them to get them home safe with no further injuries.”

Some very distant part of him is proud of Damian for unequivocally having his brother’s back, if only they could bond over things that didn’t shave years off his life. Bruce has never been more stressed. Some day soon he’ll just have to embrace the grey that was sprouting in his black hair and give Alfred relief from helping him hide them.

“Copy that B-man! Our eyes are peeled!” Spoiler responds “I’m currently in Burnley, Orphan’s got Somerset covered and Signal is in Old Gotham! If they’re out here we’ll find them.”

“From what Oracle sent, I think I should be able to pick something up with my powers, I’ll keep trying while we move, B.” Signal pipes in.

“Thank you Signal.” Bruce is flooded with relief. He really is lucky to have them, there’s no one else he’d rather have at his back. They’ve all grown into their own. He tries not to sigh.

Discovering the twins missing had sent them scrambling, even Jason had looked worried and tucked away his instinct to question him or to argue, his second son had simply followed them down to the cave. At this rate he may get an ulcer. He had felt panic steal his critical thinking, as he led his boys south towards where the Batmoblie was speeding away faster than they could grapple. He had to find them. Gotham isn’t safe at night and Danyal’s movements will be restricted if he deems it important not to rip his stitches.

Moving through the air usually calmed him but tonight grappling wasn’t moving him around fast enough. Taking the Batmobile was smart of his sons, he begrudgingly had to admit, not only was it faster, the boys would be hidden inside. If Robin had driven his bike he’d have superior maneuverability even though Batman could’ve followed them faster, but if the boys had impacted something during a high speed chase to flee? They’d both be thrown. Danyal is already severely injured anything additional.. Bruce couldn’t make himself focus on that.

His Trouble Twins probably planned it this way to slow them down. To throw them off their tracks. It was working, the boys had a 10 minute lead on their group. They’d left as soon as they had suited up but they still were too far out of reach. Away from the protective shadow of his cape. He couldn’t protect them now that they left the safety of the manor. Jason was cursing underneath him on the street racing past buildings on his bike, he was slightly ahead of Batman and Nightwing’s position in the air, on the bike next to him Tim was working with Barbara to try and get eyes on the boys. Quiet suggestions on what to look for. Shadows that move unnaturally, flashes of color there and gone, how they needed an algorithm up to analyze all of the feeds simultaneously. With the many cameras in Gotham-more than half Bruce had bought for the city to install- they wouldn’t be so hard to find. They shouldn't be so difficult to find, but Damian was particularly slippery when he put in the effort. Bruce glanced at his eldest besides him.

Dick was one long string pulled too tight. He, of course, was still chatting happily with Barbara but his smile was strained at the edges, his movements too careful and precise. He hasn’t joked once. The possibility the man would snap increases the longer the twins are missing. It’s rare to see Dick outwardly expressing something other than the pure sunshine and patience. By the time Jason had come around he had curbed most of his bloodlust, it was a faint memory by the time Tim weaseled his way into their lives. It reminds Bruce too much of Brucie. The persona that he developed to hide from the vultures that would’ve taken everything from him as a child when tragedy struck. Before Bruce had decided to be active in Gotham’s social scene he knew it was better they underestimate poor orphaned Bruce Wayne. Brucie hid Batman, a shield to protect his family from those who would expose their secrets. He was necessary, even if Bruce felt suffocated most of the time. Was Dick hiding from him?

He has to suppress a shutter. All his children to some degree, whether on or off the streets, have adapted to Batman’s mannerisms and habits. It was essential to survive facing the threats they do. Dick though fell more into Bruce’s habits. His eldest son, who with a smile looked after his siblings while Bruce was distracted by some crisis or another.They both often blamed themselves for things they couldn’t stop or foresee. That heavy invisible weight that sits on their shoulders because they claimed it. Bruce knows that he’s failed his children, Dick.. Dick in particular has had to step up on his behalf to smooth things over between family members. Forced to become another parent to the kids he brought home. It was never Dick’s responsibility and it’s taken time and a lot of effort but Bruce is making steps forward, trying to stop repeating the same mistakes. It was only Alfred’s guidance and help raising the boy that he excelled instead of crumbling under Bruce’s incompetence. Bruce was trying though. Even if it was hard to talk about casually, he was in therapy, it was.. Helping. He’s not putting so much of himself onto his children these days. He’s been processing his thoughts and feelings instead of bottling them inside and letting his anger rule him.

Words though, they still escaped him on the best days. Today was shaping up into an absolutely horrible one. Bruce wanted to say something to reassure his sons that things would be okay. None sounded right. He let them choke him. If they could just find Danyal. As much as it would pain Bruce, his youngest doesn’t have to stay with them-with him. Bruce could never trap him here. He… He just wants Danyal to recover. Recover and be safe, whatever that looks like. The boy looked so small next to Damian. They’re twins and Danyal was so small on that bed next to his brother, all skin and bones, his skin stretched over his face making him look years older and the blood, oh God, it took a second but once they realized all that green was coming from inside of him, Bruce was sure they were going to be planning another funeral. The Y-shaped wound was gruesome and he had stared in shock. Another one of his children getting cut open, violated. Vivisected. He was going to mourn another child. He was going to puke. He was going to destroy those who dared to touch Danyal. A heady mix of vengeance and justice for a boy he’d never properly meet. Somehow though, the boy had stabilized. His boy, another one. He’s too old for surprise kids. Only to be spirited away by Damian behind layers and layers of traps that had made the family hesitate and then they were gone, on the run with Alfred’s careful stitches being the only thing holding Danyal together.

What were they thinking? Why wasn’t I? Why didn’t I fight Damian harder when he locked them out of the recovery room? No…Danyal was already compromised. Damian saw this and ran from his family because he didn’t trust them to protect Danyal, didn’t trust them not to set him off. Maybe they would’ve made it worse, maybe his son was right even if Bruce didn’t want to admit it. Damian was saving them from an error. The boy who he had only met unconscious or through a screen, would’ve lashed out at himself again and they would’ve caused his-

“B? The Batmobile’s tracker has stopped moving on the edge of Burnside near the Craig Bridge. I can’t get a clear view.” Oracle reports

“Hn.” He adjusts his trajectory and his sons follow suit, adjusting their positions to be out behind him in a V-shaped formation. If someone were to see them at this hour they’d see the vigilantes and would draw parallels between them and their namesakes, in normal circumstances it might bring a ghost of a smile across his face, they were a mixed bag flock. His flock. His family. He was thankful to have them at his back tonight. They’d find the boys, they had to. They still had nothing on the threat that was nipping at Danyal’s heels. If they were caught…

“Why would the Demon Brats go there?” Jason grumbles. They’re three blocks away now so Bruce has to fight his nausea down. They might have to subdue the boys if they won’t listen to reason. The idea of injuring Danyal further or obliterating any chance to build a relationship because he sees them as a threat rather than family. He has to stay firm though. He might have not been allowed in the room but between Alfred’s worried fretting and the security feed Bruce is very aware how Danyal shouldn’t be moving let alone going on the run with Damian. If Danyal would just let him explain he had options maybe he’d come back on his own.

“Hood, Red Robin, hang back and spread out. Start searching. I’d like to have our newest addition to Agent A within the hour. Nightwing with me.”

His grapple connects to the next roof and he leans into the arc so his path can wrap around the corner. Just ahead the Batmobile is stopped. The doors were open, no signs of the boys or of a struggle. Bruce knows they won’t find anything inside the Batmobile, Damian is efficient and clean in his work, but they look anyway. Bruce shares a look with his oldest and sighs.

“Nothing in the Batmobile, Hood, Red Robin, report.” He shoots his grapple at the closest roof to get a better view of the surrounding area, Nightwing follows closely behind him.

“Nothing that I can see.” Hood grunts.

“Nothing here either, no alerts from the cameras.” Red Robin sounds frustrated, “You don’t think they bailed in a dead zone, do you? Robin wouldn’t have him jump from a speeding vehicle, right?”

“Hn.” Bruce refuses to acknowledge that thought. Even if it was a likely option, if they felt it necessary to throw them off to that degree. Dick is quiet next to him. He wants to say the right thing to ease his worries. Bruce has never been good at finding the right words, to reassure without false promises but will always try, “We’ll figure out what happened, Chum.”

Dick looks at him for a long moment. Bruce lets him and tries not to shutter himself away. Dick needs Bruce more than Batman right now. “Yeah,” It comes out grim, “before or after my youngest brother reopens something?”

Bruce squeezes his son’s shoulder before turning away and shoots his grapple at the next roof. Right before he jumps he says, “We can only hope the boys are being careful and try our best to find them.”

#daydreamsandcrashingwaves #dc x dp #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batpham #demon twins au #danny fenton whump #danny and damian are twins #Keeping it close to the chest #fic writing #KICTTC fic #KICTTC update #my writing #lets just say this is more of a sneak peak ;3 #danny fenton #damian wayne #WHERE DID THEY GO BWAHAHAHHAHa

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prince-kallisto · 9 months

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So I started reading the TWST light novel for the first time and wtf 😭 ITS SO GOOD?!? Yuuya is my son now, and tbh I’m gonna be really sad if there’s a new Yuu in the Savanaclaw novel. It’s really amazing how different mediums show worldbuilding in different ways. The game, manga, and novel show so many facets of the TWST world, so much so that it would be nearly impossible to compile all the lore into one single medium, so I really appreciate all of the perspectives.

Ace was such a sweetheart?!? Like he was even more ruthless towards Yuu than usual, but I really loved the scene in Ramshackle where he apologized. I think the in game prologue and Book 1 is at a decent length, because you wouldn’t want to bore newcomers or anything. But that scene was so sweet that I wished it was in the game too! The ghosts are such sweethearts too, and the fact they made the bed for Yuuya is ahhh!!!

The way Leona was introduce felt a lot more natural too, and I hope the novel for the Savanaclaw chapter will…tweak some things? Or at least add some scenes to showcase Leona more.

BUT CROWLEY AHXBSVAVZVW. I think Yuuya’s emotional vulnerability really allows us to delve deep into a character’s personality and actions, and Crowley is just as mysterious as ever. But I adore how the Whip of Love is described and how Crowley actually has a cane to he uses for dramatic effect haha. I find it so fascinating how Crowley is described by Yuu to look very sad and melancholic. Sad birb hour… but Crowley came off as a lot more affectionate and dad-like in the novel, it’s so sweet 😭 Can’t wait for the utter betrayal and carelessness later 😃 I kid…but the way Yuu grabbed onto Crowley several times when nearly falling was such a nice detail. Again, the game is phenomenal, but it’s very limited in terms of how exactly the characters interact with each other.

There’s just so many miscellaneous things that I’m loving so far 💖 It’s so cool how TWST has been expanding to so many different mediums (fingers crossed for the anime one day!), because not many popular games have the ability to do that, and it seems like TWST is making the most of it. It’s so amazing!!

#aka I am Amazed By Words #twisted wonderland #twst novel #twst #twisted wonderland novel #KallistoPost

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hi!! i really love ur writing, u have written some of my fav house fics :3 if i may.... could i get some of ur thoughts on house navigating sex after the infarction? i love the exploration of sex as not just getting off, but as an emotionally intimate, deeply vulnerable act. something to be explored and practiced, something imperfect and deeply personal and unique. lmao anyways sorry for blabbering, i just think u have very good ideas about house and wilson's sexual relationship. u understand them so well

Ahhh thank you anon!! ☺️

So I’m going to start with my thoughts immediately post infarction and work up to Hilson because I have many thoughts!

Okay so I think immediately after the infarction and for a while after House had very little interest in sex. The pain and the drugs he would have been on would have had a negative effect on his libido, but also his tanking self esteem and body image likely would have killed his desire for sex. I think if in the year or so following the infarction if he did have sex, it was likely because he felt he was “supposed to” want sex, not because he actually did. I also personally headcanon that he probably would have started taking viagra or another type of ED medication to help because again, pain and emotional issues have a detrimental effect on sexual performance.

I think that plays into why he starts hiring prostitutes. He feels terrible about his body, insecure about his ability to perform, and he knows a prostitute won’t care. The lack of emotional connection makes it easier for him to set aside his anxieties. He is also literally paying them to cater to him, so it’s easier to ignore the fact that there are positions he just can’t do anymore. I think it would likely be vary hard for him to be on his knees for more than a couple minutes, especially when combined with thrusting, which means a lot of more common sexual positions (missionary, doggy, etc) are now out of the question for him. With prostitutes he doesn’t have to worry about them asking him to take a position he can’t, he simply says he wants them to ride him and they do it without question.

That all to say that from the infarction to whenever he and Wilson get together (whenever you personally like to headcanon that to be) House avoids the emotional aspects of sex like the plague.

Now when House and Wilson get together, House suddenly finds himself with a regular sexual partner who he cares about very much, and who cares about him in return. House can’t avoid the emotional aspects of sex anymore. He worries about what Wilson thinks of the infarction scar during sex, about what if Wilson wants a position House can’t do, House is worried about Wilson finding out he sometimes needs pills to get it up, and it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy.

Wilson I think would try to get House to talk about his limits, requirements, etc early on but House would refuse because he’s built up so many walls he can’t figure how to let them down. Eventually though I think House would be so stressed about Wilson’s thoughts and his own performance that he wouldn’t be able perform at all. This probably makes him angry, convinced Wilson won’t want to be with him anymore because House sees himself as ��broken.”

I think once House has had time to cool down, Wilson would finally be able to coax House into talking about it. Wilson probably went into his relationship with House knowing House would have limits, but also knowing House wouldn’t want to talk about them. But when he finally gets House to open up he feels so special. House would admit to needing the pills sometimes, about how he finds some positions hard and some downright painful, about how every time he takes off his pants he worries Wilson will be so turned off by his scar that he won’t want him anymore.

From there they start to explore what House can do. They find new positions, they try out new forms of pleasure when House is having difficulty getting it up (prostate orgasm, anyone?), Wilson kisses House’s scar to show him it doesn’t bother him, that it’s just another part of House. Yeah, Wilson has to prod still to get House to be honest but after a while the honesty comes more easily. House is able to reframe sex in his mind as being a journey instead of a goal. Together House is able to learn whole new ways his body can feel good.

I’m working on writing a fic with the working title “5 times House and Wilson had unconventional sex, and 1 time they didn’t” which explores the fun new types of pleasure these boys get up too, as well as House’s emotional journey regarding sex and how he feels about it and himself. So a bunch of the things mentioned here will be thought out more in depth in that.

Sorry this got so long! But I hope I answered your question and thank you so much for the ask!

#housethemd ask box #anon ask #house md #james wilson #hate crimes md #greg house #hilson #dr house #dr wilson #wilson x house #house/wilson #gregory house

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capturecharlesau · 5 months

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Hey I know we don’t talk much but aaa the urge ti send a ask is just killing me

sorry if it’s nonsense, it’s 3:30am at the start of writing this lol

your art is fucking amazing, I wish I could draw like you. It expresses the emotions wonderfully without feeling out of place in the darker moments. Art style wise, you’re like my idol. I just want to fucking nom on it and shake it

your story is beautiful, honestly one of my favorite THSC AUs. It conveys darker themes without feeling too disconnected from the original series. I mean, even I struggle to make my AU actually seem like a AU. I really like Terrence as well, even though he’s still a bad guy he stands out much more then the other evil Terrys I typically see

the character designs are super original, and they work nicely. Honestly I have a problem finding the differences between everyone’s designs for Charles and Reginald, but I can always easily spot you. Personally design wise, Terrence and Charles are my favorites

I thought I wouldn’t like Danny, but I really do. I feel bad for what I originally thought. I want to hug him goddamnit! He’s such a pretty guy, and he gets bonus points for being bigender since I basically never see rep for them sadly

your comic made me realize 1. how abusive I really was to my ex, and 2. how abusive others were to me. I don’t wanna go into details (since I don’t want to make you uncomfortable), but your comic really did help me

I can’t wait to see what you do next with the story! (and I’m sorry if I ever creeped you out)

@candikin Bro…. Im am so fucking HAPPY ON THIS ASK YOU GAVE ME! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LOVE THESE TYPES OF ASKS!! IM YOUR IDOL!? OOH THANK YOU IM HAPPY YOU ACTUALLY LIKE MY STUFF!! :D

If there’s something I really LOVE it’s the way I do emotions!!! I LOVE MAKING FACES WITH THSC CHARACTERS AAAAAH!!! THANK YOU THE DARKER MOMENTS FEEL IN PLACE WITH THE EXPRESSIONS AAAH!!

Thank you for loving my story SO MUCH!! I try to relate THSC stuff to it as well so it doesn’t feel out of place! MSNENDJDJDMDN THIS IS YOUR FAVORITE AU!? IM SHAKING THANK YOU I POUR MY SOUL AND DARK FEELINGS INTO IT! THANK YOU! I’m so happy many people like my AU aaah!!

Ahhh yes Terrence Suave! When I saw that frame of him in ITA and after a few fanfics I saw him as pure evil! >:D The thing that makes my Terrence stand out is that my Terry is honestly a DEMON! He is literally pure evil and loves blood, pain, and seeing men, women, and children suffer a slow and painful death! Basically I portray him as satan himself from hell with his snake like behavior!

Terrence Suave a literal traumatic man who suffered abuse who then realized he has no purpose on the world other then to abuse Reginald and KILL AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND KILL THE HUMAN RACE as an all mighty snake demon!

The point is ….my Terrence is PURE evil! My Terrence is a pure black heart 🖤 filled with anger, sadness, and trauma!

AH THANK YOU! Coming up with the designs for the characters were easy after using my imagination a bit with some music! Aaaaah GLAD YA LIKE EM!!

AWWEEE MY REGINALD AND CHARLES STAND OUT!!!??? AAW THANK YOU! I think people can notice my character since my versions tend to look more anxious! Like this:

(Plus Reginald has his giant scar Terrence gave him!)

OH IM HAPPY YOU LIKE MY TERRENCE AND CHARLES DESIGNS!!! OOOH!

For Terry since he has his golden gun I always assumed his suit would be bright yellow and yellow glow-y eyes and a yellow dollar sign pin and a orange-yellowish tie! And of course…..blonde hair lol

Charles I always liked the white military outfit with a black tie hehe and I added some red eyes and some cute stickers on his headphones!

AWW HEHDJDKWBWHSJDHETHANK YOU FOR THINKING MY DANNY BOY IS A SWEET PRETTY GUY!! AAWW HE IS!! IT’S OK I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! BUT HE HAS HIS REASONS! AAAH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM NOW DANNY WILL GIVE YOU A SWEET PINK HEART!! 💕

Aahhh yes! He is bi-gender and I’m so happy I can help represent some people and help them feel more comfortable :3

No worries pal it’s all good! I know my comic is VERY dark with abuse and how it affects others in a bit of a dramatic way but you see what I mean!

I’m so happy your safe and you made that step to change! That immediately makes you WAY better then Terrence who decided to not listen!

Thank you so much for this ask OH MY GOSH IT MADE MY DAY THANK YOU! HUGS AND KISSES!

Give credit at @bluetorchsky and @jaytoons7 and @smoresthehalloweenqueen for helping me with making character development as weelllll 💕

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #captured!charles au #danny felizima #terrence suave #reginald copperbottom #charles calvin

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moonlight-blue-rose · 3 months

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Continuing with my screaming for the 1863rd round, so SPOILERS + this one is a little long

Ch 288:

Kdj petting yjh's head ahhhhesophjeapgsh

Good, it's the least he deserved after kdj broke his spirit in the last chapter

And Gabriel being reminded of herself and Uriel?? Pls tell me more, I'm listening

Pffff, I didn't expect this XD yjh completely obediently eating the soil lmaoooooo

Oh, but you don’t have the heart to kill your favourite protagonist, do you? You don’t have the heart to kill the person you’ve come to know and love

*vibrating in my seat* *sees the next chapter* awwwww it was just knw

Ch 290:

Han Sooyoung my queeeeeeeeennnnn

Doksoo’s back and forth is fun as always

Uriel, my love! I wasn’t expecting her to appear ahhhhhhh

Ch 291:

Ohhh, is this what the Forth Wall did? Giving flashes of memories to yjh? Sneaky sneaky if that is true.

But!!! Yjh saying Uriel's name softly, "like a child first learning to speak"... ahhhhhhh them!!!

Ch 292:

NOOOOOOOOOO I didn’t expect to be crying for both yjh and Uriel in this arc, you can’t do this ;-;

And oh sweetie… A world where Uriel isn’t a friend is so strange after spending so much time with the 3rd round Uriel.

1863rd hsy’s 'Predictive Plagiarism' sounds really interesting. And combined with her Avatar ability, she sure is terrifying

Once again I can hear my heart shattering. A world in which the ending is possible without sacrifices. Except one. One single sacrifice that nobody of this world would mourn. Only the original protagonist and no one else (Yoo Mia isn't here. She is gone, isn't she ;-;). I’m just (╥╯^╰╥) 1863rd hsy may not need yjh to reach the end but I want him to. Can’t you let him get away with it, at least once? Can’t he too, reach the end with everyone else? But even if he does, will it be worth it? In a world he has no one by his side, in a world he isn’t wanted? Oh Yoo Joonghyuk…

Hsy’s last words in this chapter feel so final, so unforgiving. The only feeling they induce is quiet despair (it wasn’t supposed to end like that)

Ch 293:

YES TELL HER SWEETIE

Okay, not the time for this but six-winged kdj sounds so hot…

Kim Dokja saved her,,,, It’s not his Uriel. Her fury against Yoo Joonghyuk is justified, he said,,, And yet, he didn’t have the heart to let her die… I’m just *ugly sobbing noises* (╥╯^╰╥)

Ahhh being surrounded by the people who look exactly like his colleagues, friends, and yet standing amidst strangers. It’s such a lonely feeling, the 1863rd round. I wonder, is this how yjh has always felt each regression?

Kim Dokja sounds so tired here. “What’s new about this story”, you wonder as you gaze at the broken protagonist. What’s so different about this world, when in the end, it ends the same. Someone has to die for everyone else to reach the end. But that’s the same as every other round, isn’t it? (╥╯^╰╥)

“They could never be the original” – I’m dying oahgsohsapoegg KIM DOKJAAAAAAA

The original always holds a special place in a person’s heart… Maybe they don’t like the way the story was handled or the way it ended or some of the characters’ actions… Maybe they liked a lot of things and disliked an equal amount of them… But still, it’s the original. It’s the thing you fell in love with, the thing that gave you something to hold on to, something to cherish… Of course a reproduction could never surpass the original...

I can’t believe that he’s wormed his way into their group already… Actually, no. I can believe that. It’s Kim Dokja after all XD

He fought all alone,,,,

*Shaking 1863 hsy upside down* What do you mean he promised to die! What do you meannnnnn

TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT YOU CRYPTIC BASTARDS-

Ch 294

wheeze Poor lhs

He’s thinking about his kids!!! He wants to go back, even if he doesn’t admit it ;-;

Look at him praising yjh even now awwww

…. Kim Dokja… He really should stop being so mean with knw, poor guy

I’m having too many emotions rn helloooo. They are his friends! He cares! He wants to go back!!!! Ahhhh

Oh no. Oh no. I have one (1) fear

*screams into the void* I shouldn’t read this while sober *I say and drink a whole cup of tea ‘cause I’m sick rn* Honestly though, this part... Kim Dokja's desperation, effort, love, his resolution... I think this part will stay with me for a long long time...

It's just… this whole part to the end of the chapter. Kim Dokja tried. He tried so hard. He gave his best. He knows how this story is supposed to end. And once again, just like with 41st sys, he tried his best. He tried to find a way to change the ending. I love him so much. God, I love him so much (╥╯^╰╥)

“It was an effort that perhaps no one would understand” *screams* *insert crying gif here*

ALSO ALSO, KDJ’S EYES BEING COMPARED TO STARS… AHHHHH

Yoo Joonghyuk listened. He listened. I can’t even explain how much this means to me, nor the way my heart is shattered on the floor right now (╥╯^╰╥) It was a story he didn’t know. It was a story written by someone who wished, from the bottom of his heart, for Yoo Joonghyuk’s happiness ahhhhhhhhh

This arc will be the death of me ahhhhh

#orv #orv spoilers #moon reacts to orv #kim dokja #1863rd round spoilers #i didn't expect the end of chapter 294 to hit me so hard #how am I supposed to go to my exam tomorrow and function as a normal human being when they say #that a quiet resolution burned in Kim Dokja's eyes and his back was weary as he gradually fell asleep while looking for a way to save yjh??

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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conversation with your demons - part two.

pairing | step-mom!natasha x fem!reader (romantic)

summary | you began to notice that your stepmother looks at you in a way that a lover would. though, you try to dismiss it. but you also began to like the idea of it.

warnings | DARK THEMES INVOLVED! voyeurism (non-con), slight touching, masturbation, mentions of depression, natasha just being unhinged in this part. (let me know if there’s more to add.) 18+!

notes | i loved writing this part, i had so many thoughts of words and i just AHHH i hope you enjoy this one! commenting your thoughts and all that would be greatly appreciated, mwah! <3

series masterlist | masterlist | taglist for this series

A few days after the graduation party, I was back in my room with nothing much to do other than reading and watching a few old films with a DVD set. I got tired of watching the same shows repeatedly and watched the movies that Wanda recommended to me which was good. I haven’t checked up on Natasha, but she would leave a tray of food on the ground that was in front of my door. I would take it, eat it a little, and then put a sticky note on the tray that says: thank you. I don’t know if she threw those away, probably after acting like a brat a few days ago. So, I never let that stick in me.

I came out of my cave – finally – and walked to the kitchen to see Natasha preparing for dinner, humming a song that I couldn’t understand. Natasha always had a beautiful voice, I would sometimes listen to her singing whenever I was in the living room or just near her. Although now that I think about it, does she know I listen to her sing? Hope not.

She almost turned into a startling matter and smiled kindly at me, “Hey. You got out.”

I nodded, trying to smile meekly. Responding with a tight lip smile: “Yeah. At some point, I have to.”

Natasha places the pot down on the countertop and turns away, making me look down at the ground. She speaks up, “That’s good. I’m glad you’re here to eat dinner with me, Y/N. If I’m going, to be honest, I’ve been feeling lonely and I just need some company sometimes.”

I do feel bad that I wasn’t there for Natasha when she needed it the most. We made a pact – sort of – that we will be friends but in a parenting way. Well, for her at least. I always saw her as an older friend and she saw me as this younger friend. It was funny to even think about it since she’s my step-mom. But now that mom is gone, I don’t know what else to think of her. A guardian? A friend? Maybe she’s still my friend.

I sighed as I played with my fingertips, pulling the skin slowly – not wanting to hurt myself. I whispered softly, “I’m sorry, Nat. I should’ve been there for you when you needed it.”

Her voice altered into this bright and cooler tone as she turned to me, smiling that was almost a grin but her teeth weren’t showing. She nods, gets closer to me and touches my arm, and squeezes it – as a sign of something that I can’t seem to understand. I gulped as I felt her warm hand against my skin that it was firing down my body. It felt… different. Maybe it was just me considering I haven’t had a physical touch in such a long time.

“It’s okay,” she says, but more like a whisper and her voice was huskier than before. She squeezes my arm again, but very gently – like it was as if she was afraid to hurt me. I looked at the side of my arm and began to think why was she holding me like this. It all felt weird yet so awkwardly comfortable. I looked back at her and she added, “Now come eat dinner with me.”

I waited for her while she was changing since she has been working in the house all day. It makes my stomach churn into this frenzy that I wasn’t there to help her – the guilt trip becomes overbearing for me as I try to think of something else to help me ease the stress that is punching in my head. I should’ve been there for her, I should’ve helped. But, I succumbed to this emotion that I still can’t tell whether I was sad or not. I was about to eat when I noticed Natasha coming back with a tight black tank top that defined her breasts quite noticeably. She flexes her arms as I see the trail of lines that were in it as she grabs the red bottle of wine that was in the beverage drawer. She sits beside me and smiles, pouring herself a glass of wine and drinking it – but usually, she would smell it. Instead, she just dunks it all inside her mouth; making me snort a laugh quietly.

“I hope you like my pelmeni. It took me a while to make the whole food right.”

I nodded at her and took a forkful of the cooked dough inside of my mouth and almost let out a strangled moan once I tasted the wonders that were inside that dough. I munched on it, smiling with a snicker, and looked at her with my mouth still chewing.

“Are you kidding? It’s so good!” I muffled while taking another dough inside my mouth, closing my eyes with an exaggeration. Although, it still was really good – I hope she knows that. Natasha smiles down at me and looks away, forking the dough and putting it inside her mouth.

“Thank you, printsessa.”

We remained silent for a few minutes, enjoying the food that we were presentably eating. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Natasha’s other hand that was on the table is nearing me. Like as if she wants her hand to be holding mine. Why does she want to hold it? I know she does it by the way she’s inching herself closer to my hand – which is kind of skeptical if you think about it – but I just shrug silently and continued chewing on my food, which by the way was almost finished.

Natasha and I never really spoke about my mother’s death, maybe there was one time we did. It was always: I’m here if you need anything and that’s that. Although, I have never heard her grieving for my mom, or even just recognizing that my mom is in fact – deceased. I was skeptical – notice how I said that again – but I tried my best not to get in right through me. Sometimes, most often not going to lie, I go overboard with my thoughts that most of it isn’t even true. So, maybe my thoughts about Natasha weren’t true. Maybe she just kept it to herself – just like me.

But her actions and words don’t mend with it.

“You know you don’t have to go to college,” Natasha says with an encouraging tone. But then, changed quickly when she realized how stupid she sounded. She shakes her head, letting out a small nervous laugh. “I mean–Of course, you can. I just don’t want you to feel pressured that’s all. I want you to be at your most comfortable Y/N. So if you need a longer break, you deserve it.”

As long as you don’t date people.

It was sweet and rather kind to hear that from Natasha, letting me know that there was nothing to be pressured about. My lips remain pursed and silent, not sure if I should reply to that statement she made. I deeply thought about going to college, suddenly feeling that maybe I should skip a year to remain healthy and stay mentally hydrated or something. She will understand.

“Can I take a year off?” I asked, sounding so small but so good to hear. Natasha nods at me, smiling in fact. But, it wasn’t a gigantic smile. It was a normal smile, elegant even.

“Of course, Y/N.”

“Do you think Wanda will make fun of me for it?”

Her face softens even more and holds my cheek with her right hand, pulling me to look at her as we made eye contact. She stared down at me with her bright green eyes that suddenly darkened with how deep she looked at me. I could feel the way her thumb caresses my cheek in such an electric way that I could feel my lower stomach twisting into knots. This wasn’t just a normal touch, it was something else.

“No one will,” she says, feigned with a slight annoyance. But, hoping that it wasn’t targeting me. She sighs. “You’re going through a lot. I understand you and I’m sure Wanda will, kotenok.”

That nickname again! I shook my head that I could feel her hand slipping away from my cheek as it burned up my skin, waiting for her to touch it again. But, I thought about that very inappropriately and continued to eat my food. In fact, I jabbed my fork onto the dough and ate the last one. It was a little awkward, especially when she was holding me as if I was her lover. I wasn’t, I was her stepdaughter – whether I liked it or not. Which was, in fact, unlikable considering she’s now my mother. Yet again, we never saw each other that way and I continue to think like that.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” Natasha asked with worry. I shook my head at her and stood up briefly, straightening my loose shirt, and walked near the stairs. She added, walking toward me: “Wait, please come back. I have to ask you something.”

I turned to her with my usual smile that’s always on my face whenever I’m faced with Natasha. I raised my eyebrows and said slowly, “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath and let out an exhale that was sort of dragged. Then, within fifteen seconds, she timidly asked: “I know how much you hate sleeping alone. Do you remember when I got you a bear on your sixteenth birthday?”

I nodded, almost smiling at the memory when Natasha gave me a small brown bear that I called: bear. Eventually, I started calling Natasha that name since she bought me a stuffed toy like that. In fact, she even mentioned that she loved it whenever I called her that.

“Do you want to sleep beside me later? You’ve been whimpering in your sleep… I hear you most nights.”

There were so many questions inside my head when she asked me that. Firstly, would it be weird to sleep in the same bed as your stepmother? And secondly, I felt embarrassed that she had to hear me making noises at night. And foremost, did I ever talk in my sleep? I should download that app that Wanda was telling me to.

“Natasha, I don’t think–”

“We can put a pillow between us,” she suggested. Her voice with a sound of hope and want – I even began to think she wasn’t helping me, maybe this was an excuse to sleep beside me. Though, it wasn’t something Natasha would think, though. It was an absurd thought. “If you want to that’s all.”

“I think I would like that,” I tell her, giving her a small smile. Natasha’s face brightens once I answered her and began to step away from me – her hands rooting in her back pocket. I added quickly, “Thank you, Nat. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“So am I.”

I was in my white camisole top along with black shorts that hung around my butt. I knocked on her door softly before I could hear her saying: come in! I held onto the doorknob as if it was my life support and took a deep breath. This was going to be a normal night and a normal thing to happen. It wasn’t like we were going to do anything, right? That thought swerved around my head relentlessly until I could feel a thump on my temple. I opened the door and saw her in the same outfit she was wearing when we had dinner. Although, her hair was down and I could see her blonde locks at the edge of her red hair. She looks up at me and smiles, setting aside her book on the bedside table and patting a hand on the bed – inviting me in.

“Come here.”

My body made its way to the bed and I got comfortable immediately with how soft the mattress was. I forgot the feeling of being in this bed ever since mom died, it almost felt too scary at some point. But, I lay on the bed and tuck myself in the blanket – my head resting against the feathery pillows. She grabbed a pillow and was about to put it on our side until I quickly said:

“No, it’s okay. I mean… we don’t need it anyway.”

She looks up hesitantly and whispers and asked gently, “Are you sure?”

I nodded – frantically – answering with the same voice she had.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

Natasha gave me a certain nod and I nodded back, turning on the side and putting my head behind my head. It felt cold but inviting at the same time, and I noticed that the room had changed after my mom’s death. The table that she always uses was gone and was replaced by a newer one and it looked a little longer and broader. When I looked around more, there was a tall rectangular shaped painting that was hanging beside the walk-in closet door. And the bed itself was not silky but the sheets were very soft. I liked how the room smelled and it didn’t smell like mom, it was more of Natasha’s smell and I loved it.

Once the lights were off, we fell into this enduring silence. I felt her body shuffling in the bed and I felt stiff because of it. I began to think that it was a bad idea to sleep in the same room as her, I didn’t know how to act or even think properly. I shouldn’t probably move too much, it might annoy her.

“You won’t disturb me while you’re moving,” Natasha says with a deeper voice. Does she sound like that when she’s about to sleep? No, she always sounds like that – I’m not that surprised. Then, she chuckles through the silence. “I promise. Okay?”

With the power I have left, I yawned and whispered near her: “Okay, bear. Thank you.”

I was surprised that I called her that nickname that died a few years ago. Usually, I’ll only call her if I want something so bad or whenever I’m in a comfortable area with her. Natasha wouldn’t care a lot about it – in fact, she encourages the name as she finds it adorable in a way that it makes her blush. I could hear a fainted sigh – frightened it might be an annoyed one – but quickly faded away when I heard her gentle voice say:

“Goodnight, bunny.”

—

The tension went on for days. Whenever I was minding my own business – like reading a book on the patio or eating a cookie dough that I made that was in the fridge – her presence would be there but from afar. I pretend not to notice it, as I find it weird if she catches me that I caught her staring, but it didn’t make me uncomfortable. Or maybe, I was being nice about this. But, sometimes I do feel a little frightened because I don’t know what her tensions are and I do not want to ask what it is. I have this slight fantasy that she touches my hips with her fingers that were trailing against my naked skin as I feel her lips–

“We should put more sugar into this batter.”

Damn it. I shouldn’t even think like that, it’s forbidden like how Eve ate the apple from the tree and was abolished from the most beautiful garden with her weird husband.

I had to gather my thoughts and shake my head, sighing rather with a grumbling sound, and pinch my nose bridge as I felt a headache coming through. I nodded toward Wanda, replying quickly: “You think so? I mean, this Crème brûlée is perfect.”

“It tastes weird,” Wanda speaks up with annoyance that erupts from her tone. She dips her finger on the batter and I swatted it, making her let out a hissing sound, and wrapped her hand around her finger. “Ow! What the fuck–”

“You literally dipped your finger a minute ago,” I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing the bowl away from her – making Wanda a fake pout that I clearly don’t even want to see; in a joking matter. “Grab the sugar and caramelized it.”

With so much distraction I had, Natasha was staring at me in such a condemning way that I had to look up and catch her eyes that were glued to me. She then notices my act and looks away – pretending she wasn’t just staring a few seconds ago and left like a dash. Was she upset? Did I crowd the kitchen too much? Wanda bumped her shoulder against mine and whispered close to my face.

“She was staring at you.”

I shrugged but could feel my body trembling as I beat the batter with a whisk.

“I think we’re making a mess,” I stated loudly. “Maybe that’s why she was staring.”

I continued to whisk the batter without even looking straight into my friend’s eyes, who is hoping for me to look at her with an answer. I quickly poured the batter into a white circular bowl and placed it on the tray that was inside the oven. Wanda notices my sudden actions change, thinking I was moving too harshly or the way I replied was too quick. She began to calculate what the situation was until it hit her that it made her stomach hurt.

“I think Natasha has a crush on you.”

I chuckled. I chuckled so hard that it could be heard from another room. My forehead began to sweat with her theory, my body starts to heat up with the sudden imagination of Natasha having an actual crush on me. It was a weird thought, and I quickly dismissed her when I closed the oven that made a loud bang! Sound.

“This isn’t first elementary school anymore, Wanda.” I said, turning to her so I can look her straight in the eye – even though my body was shaking, not in an obvious way. My voice changed too.

“But the way she looks at you is something else,” Wanda responded with a sudden drop of worry and took a step near me – her mouth close to my face. She took a deep breath and added, “Do you think a stepmother would stare at you like that?”

“Unless she was pissed off–”

“That wasn’t a look of pissed off, Y/N.” Wanda responded with a slight irritation that feigned in her tone. She crossed her arms, making me look small, and said, “She has a thing for you.”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate for that to happen.”

She quirks an eyebrow as if she was in disbelief. This is true though, it was inappropriate to be with a stepmother that was in a relationship with your biological parent. She blabbers, “Uh, I think it’s quite alright. Yeah? I mean, she’s really pretty and super sexy. And she’s kind and so loving, and you guys–”

“No, Wanda,” I cut her off, turned away, and pulled the faucet lever to wash my hands. “It’s not going to happen. I’m sure Natasha doesn’t see me that way, it’ll be too scandalous.”

Where to begin to start in that relationship? There were no similarities between us nor the fact that Natasha would ever be interested in me at some point. It will certainly be too scandalous and repulsive to the thought of even kissing her or being touched by her. It wasn’t like I was an anti of it, but because we are in this circumstance where my mother had died while still being married to Natasha. No, it cannot happen.

This is such a weird conversation.

“Alright,” Wanda sighs loudly and scratches at her nape. “Sorry if I may have offended you.”

—

“We should go to France,” I said in a bubbly voice, flopping against the dark itchy couch that was inside Natasha’s office. I laid against the headrest and threw my arms back, yawning. “I mean, just for fun. We could like… just be there for a while and forget every shit we’re going through.”

Something changed inside of me after that talk between me and Wanda. I was bolder and more reachable in a way that Natasha was merely surprised by my sudden change of actions. Though, she has said that she liked it and wanted me to keep it up. She looked up at me and smiled at the thought. Us lived in a rental beach home with the sea in front of us that looked so inviting. She could imagine it perfectly well.

“I think that’s a nice idea,” she responded, dropping her book against the table and dialing her phone, which made me a bit curious. I asked:

“Who are you calling?”

“Someone I know who lives by the sea.”

It didn’t take a minute for the person to pick up and I could hear Natasha saying: “Hey, Steve. How’re you doing?”

“Hey, Nat! I’m doing good, yeah everything’s well here. How about you? I know everything’s hard–”

“Please don’t pull that shit, Rogers,” Natasha stated, erupting in an irritating tone that made Steve gulp in such insensitivity that he had brought on the phone. Natasha leans against the office chair while mindlessly staring at me. She noticed that the hem of my shirt was almost on my ribs, the half of my stomach showing with such attention. She could feel her throat tighten, her core starting to beat relentlessly as it heats up with so many imaginations – inappropriate ones – inside her head.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that. What brought you to call me?”

Natasha’s fingertips were on the button of her pants, silently playing with it and debating if she should touch herself while she was very close to me – she could be caught. She sighs, almost too heavily, and didn’t have a choice but to unbutton it slowly and very quietly; afraid enough to make a sound that would alert me. She sighs through the phone when she could feel how wet she was from the sight of my stomach. How much imagination she has that her lips are all over my belly button, kissing and biting it with a desperation that was roaring out of her. She slipped her hands into her underwear and tried her best to stifle the moan.

“Um,” Natasha gulps, her eyes finally hooded as she plays with herself while looking at my stomach which was almost shown by how high up my top was. “Me and Y/N are wondering if we could–Ugh–Stay there for two weeks. If you’re there with Sam and Bucky, that’s alright.”

“Yeah! I’m so glad you asked, this house gets pretty lonely these days. Maria will take a visit as well as Peter with her girlfriend. I don’t know how the kid was brought up, but apparently Stark is coming so yes it’s available for the both of you.”

“That’s good,” Natasha was close. She starts to rub her cunt at a slightly faster pace with two of her fingers that were on her folds, occasionally bringing it up to her clit where it really hits the spot. My eyes were closed from this moment and they were covered by my arm that was slung around my head. I start to heave my chest, feeling the warmness around the room but I was too lazy enough to ask Natasha. This was an advantage for the older woman who whispered on the phone, “I’ll call you back. We’ll be there soon.”

When she hung up, Natasha did her best to be quiet and continued to play with herself. Her mouth was hung open – slightly – and stared right into my bare stomach. She noticed as well that the ribbon of my panties was a little-seen, and my shorts were kind of loose because of it. Natasha rolls her eyes back and sighs quietly – her fingers relentlessly rubbing against her clit. She mutters in a quiet voice, “Fuck.” and spreads her fingers around her folds, bringing the wetness to her clit, and flicks it rapidly.

With the thought of her fucking me with her strap-on that was above average and my mouth was clung on her core, eating her out like a hungry animal – she came silently, too silently. She shuts her eyes tight, letting out a deeply strangled moan as her pussy beats with so much adrenaline from her drawn orgasm. Natasha knew very well how wrong this was, but at that moment; she didn’t care. All she knows now is that she needed my pussy badly. She wished that somehow I was a pure virgin that wants to have preyed. Her wild thoughts began to hallucinate her and finally, her orgasm died.

This was so wrong on so many levels, but Natasha admits that she has a thing for me. And to her, it was like speaking through your demons.

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insidemymind19 · 10 months

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How about reader is a singer and she’s headlining Glastonbury and matty is there to support her and it’s just soft and fluffy

Ahhh my first request thank you so much anon🫶

My first time writing all feedback is welcome (apologies if this is bad or cringe)

You’ve been a singer for years with some great success which you’re eternally grateful for but you never thought you’d get the this the opportunity the chance of a lifetime. Headlining Glastonbury one of the largest festivals in the world, somewhere you spent many of your teenage years watching bands and musicians who have nourished you into the person you are today. As your set approaches closer you are nervous and of course your boyfriend Matty can tell he knows you better than anyone else he understands he knows if he was in your shoes he’d feel the exact same. Slowly approaching you wrapping one of his hands around your waist the other coming to your wrist to stop you biting your nails a nasty habit he has picked up on when you’re nervous. “Baby Calm down you’re going to be fine” he coos softly in your ear “you know what you’re doing your one of the best young musicians in the world at the moment that’s why you’re in this position” “there’s no one that deserves it more” he quips softly kissing your neck. You relish in the moment. Just then your perfect bubble is interrupted by your manager telling you you’re on stage now. “You’re going to do amazing angel I know it” matty lovingly says placing a soft kiss on your lips.

The second you step on stage your nerves disappear stepping into autopilot and performing from your Perspective a perfect performance sending Matty glances and winks during certain songs that you know the fans will pick up on later but in that moment you don’t care.

You get of stage absolutely elated thinking ‘I’ve just headlined Glastonbury’ the post show adrenaline pumping through your veins. You embrace your team as they congratulate you and out of the corner of eye you see him. “Darling you were absolutely amazing out there wow just perfect” you hear him say as you give him the largest most loving embrace the emotions of what’s just happened coming to bay tears threatening to spill from your eyes matty pulls away and looks at you eyes full of concern. “Sorry I just can’t believe that’s just happened” you quickly say before he can question your well-being. “Baby you were absolutely mesmerising out there I truly can’t believe I get to call you mine” he says “I love you my muse” you say expressing just how you feel in that moment “I love you too baby I’m so proud of you” matty replies back making your heart swell.

Thank you so much for reading my first little blurb thing ❤️

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years

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Jealusy Is... Annoying

Pairing : Yandere!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader

Word Count : 10.6k

TW : yandere!jeongin ; unintentional infliction of injury ; reader degradation ; kidnapping ; reader confinement ; reader being tied up ; force feeding (in one part) ; extremely possessive behavior ; emotional whiplash ; the biggest table turn ; Hyunjin is here! ; let me know if I missed any!! ;

“Jeongin~~~!!” Hyunjin whined from the corner of the practice room as the maknae continued dancing in the center, only stopping to look at his hyung, thankful for the small moment that he’d have to catch his breath. “Go down to that new cafe and get me an Americano… pleeease~~~”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he turned back on the music, focusing all of his attention on the steps that Hyunjin had been teaching him, but the older member continued to whine, his voice drowning out the vocals and instrumentals that he was trying to keep time with. “Ahhh!” Jeongin groaned, whipping around to face his hyung with a pout. “Why can’t you do it?! You’re the one who said I need to practice the dance more anyway.”

His hyung crossed his arms over his chest, his feet swaying side to side as he stretched his legs out in front of him. “The girl at the counter is cute… I get all… goofy when I see her and I can’t order right…” He mumbled, tapping his fingers against his forearms, and Jeongin could only roll his eyes. “I’m serious! And she has this smile that… it makes my heart get all mushy and I just want to poke her cheeks and boop her-“

Jeongin groaned with disgust as he threw his hands up. “Oh my god, fine! I’ll get it! I’m not paying though, so give me your card.” Hyunjin nodded, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket and slipping his card out of the sleeve. “Iced or regular?” He grumbled, grabbing the card from Hyunjins fingers and slipping it into his own pocket.

“Regular please~~~! Thanks Innieee!!” Hyunjin cooed and Jeongin mocked the babyish tone with annoyance, walking out of the practice room with a loud sigh.

The clouds moved overhead, blocking out the sun, his shadow shrinking as he walked down the sidewalk. There was a storm coming, he could feel it, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to end up getting stuck in the rain with Hyunjins americano, and if it did start raining, he’d sit in that cafe and drink it all until the rain stopped. At least he wasn’t using his own money.

A bell rang above the door, your head lifting to look at him with a soft smile. “Welcome.” You said sweetly, your eyes sparkling in the fairy lights that hung above the counter. The smell of fresh coffee grounds and baked pastries filled his nose as he stepped further into the cafe that was basically empty aside from you and himself. “It’s good you came in when you did, it’s starting to rain.” You mused, looking past him through the large glass door, and when he turned around he saw the raindrops rapidly pouring down, racing down the pane. “Hopefully it won’t last long…” You murmured, leaning across the counter and letting out a quiet sigh.

Silence filled the room as he continued to watch the rain fall, mentally cursing Hyunjin for sending him out, but your faint sneeze that you tried to hide in your shoulder had him turning around to face you. “Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, mumbling something about the rain stirring up your allergies. “I’ll just have an americano… for here… and then one more once the rain stops.” He said, huffing loudly as he walked to one of the many empty tables and plopped down next to the window, pulling out his phone to rant at Hyunjin.

You didn’t take long to bring him his drink, placing it down in front of him and quickly turning to go back to your place behind the counter, the sound of your nails tapping across your phone screen had him glancing up at you, the way your tongue peeked out from the corner of your lips, a crease in the center of your eyebrows while reading whatever it was that was on your screen. You were… cute… were you the one that Hyunjin had been talking about?

“Did you need something?” You asked, looking up at him over the top of your phone, your head tilted as you looked at him, noticing the way his cheeks painted a rose petal pink and he sheepishly smiled as an awkward chuckle sounded in his throat.

“No… no… I was just… looking…” He fumbled with his words, his heart hammering from being caught staring, but you didn’t question it, letting out a soft hum as you went about looking through your phone, your smile fading and that little divet between your eyebrows formed again. “My friend comes in here a lot… Hyunjin…” He spoke up, and you let out a little giggle as you turned off your phone and slipped in into your pocket, leaning over the counter and resting your chin in your palms as you looked at him.

“He’s the one who gets all blushy as soon as he comes up to the counter… luckily I already know what he’s going to order so he doesn’t have to trip over his words anymore.” You smiled sweetly at the thought of him, and for some reason, although Jeongin had only known you for what could have been only 20 minutes tops, his mind was plagued with a ferocious jealousy at the sight of you smiling for his hyung. “I guess he sent you to get stuck in the rain with his americano?” You teased, and Jeongin laughed softly as he nodded his head.

“It doesn’t seem like it’ll be letting up anytime soon either.” He murmured, glancing out the window to see the sky only growing darker. “I guess he won’t be getting his drink…” He sighed, looking back in your direction to see you reaching for your phone. “You know… you look a lot prettier when you’re smiling… and it seems like whatever you’re looking at on your phone is making you sad…” He blurted, causing you to shyly drop your face into your hands. “I’m sorry. I just… I talk too much sometimes…” He stammered, and you chuckled quietly into your hands before lifting your head and shaking it.

“It’s… it’s alright…” You stammered, running your hand through your hair as your tongue darted out to run along your bottom lip before you bit it, your eyes looking around the empty room as if you were trying to find anything else to look at but him. “Sometimes I don’t talk enough…” You murmured, finally looking at him and smiling, but he could tell that it wasn’t genuine, not the way it was before. “Uhm… would you like a croissant or something? On the house since… well, we’re both stuck here…”

He nodded his head, watching as you grabbed the pastry before stretching his legs underneath the table and scooting out the chair across from him. “You can sit… and talk… if you want to. I may not be the best at giving advice, but I’m really good at listening…” Why did he feel so anxious? You were just so… breathtakingly beautiful, and you were so sweet and kind and… your voice was amazing and he could listen to you talk for hours just from what he heard of it in the few words that you had spoken.

You looked around the empty coffee shop and then out the window at the deserted sidewalks before taking the seat across from him, nervously drumming your fingers on the tabletop, your knee bouncing under the table. “You’re intuitive… or maybe my face just gives everything away…” You mumbled, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “I’m not usually like this… I just got out of a bad relationship and I have to get my stuff from the apartment and move it back to my parents place… It just has me on edge is all.” You explained, and he knew it wasn’t the full story, but he wasn’t going to prod you for more. “Looks like the rain is slowing down… Should I get Hyunjns americano ready now?” You asked, your cheek resting against your knuckles as you stared out the window.

He had initially dreaded the idea of being stuck in the little shop, but now he was saddened by the thought of having to leave soon, and his hyungs name leaving your lips made his ears ring. He had completely forgotten about Hyunjin, absolutely enamored by you, everything about you drawing him in, and now he didn’t want to leave you. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to… we can keep talking until the rain stops completely?” He offered wishfully, and he wasn’t sure if what he was saying was making you nervous or just immensely flustered. “Or… I can come in tomorrow… and we can talk again?” Maybe you’d feel better if you had options to choose from, and you pursed your lips together as you nodded slowly. “I don’t think I got your name though…”

A small snort left you as you got up from the table, holding your hand out for him to shake as you murmured out your name. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, Jeongin…” You said as he slipped his hand into yours, the small amount of contact was like electricity where your skin touched his, and he noticed just how perfectly your hands seemed to fit together, how your lips pulled up just the slightest bit… He just had to make you his.

Your name flashed in his mind every waking and sleeping hour for days, and he’d absentmindedly scribble it out across his papers thousands of times, connecting it to his own name, admiring just how perfect the two looked together, and then imagining how perfect the two of you would look together. It was more than a crush, he knew that, although he couldn’t quite say that it was love yet because he didn’t really know that feeling, but he was absolutely infatuated with the idea of you, the idea of you being his and his only.

“I’m gonna head down to the shop, grab a coffee… You want anything Innie?” Hyunjin asked, already grabbing his coat off the hook in the practice room. The older member didn’t know that Jeonjin had made it a necessity to go down to see you every single day that you were working, slipping it into his schedule just right so that he could spend time with you, talk to you, get closer to you, and still have time to practice. All of these meetings had almost made him completely forget that Hyunjin was the reason he had met you in the first place, and not only that, but his hyung had a major crush on you himself.

Jeongin shook his head, almost tripping over his feet as he ran to grab his own coat, slipping his hands in as fast as he could. “I’ll go get the coffees, you keep practicing or take a break… you’ve been dancing so much, I bet you’re tired.” He rambled, finishing off with an awkward chuckle. It wasn’t subtle, not in the slightest, and Hyunjin was quick to catch on to hearts that burst in the maknaes eyes like fireworks.

“I’ll go down with you, I haven’t seen my beautiful little angel barista in a while.” Hyunjin teased, and he could almost hear the moment that Jeongins heart stopped beating, his eyes going wide as his mouth fell open. “I knew you’d like her, she’s just… Oh I could kiss her.” Jeongin gasped loudly at the admission, following Hyunjin like a baby duck as he walked out of the practice room. “Maybe I’ll be able to talk to her this time… I kind of want to ask her on a date, what do you think?”

Jeongin thought a lot of things right then and there. He thought he was going to pass out, he thought he was going to die, and if he wasn’t the one who was dead, he was pretty sure it would be Hyunjin. Of course, he’d never actually hurt one of his members, but god, it was like Hyunjin was trying to egg him on, trying to make him jealous, and it was working wonders. “N-No… No, I don’t think you should. I uhm… the day that I went there and got stuck… She was on her phone a lot and smiling down at it, so… I’m pretty sure she has a boyfriend.” He lied quickly, he lied with a smile, a smile that only formed when Hyunjins own face fell.

But then… like a lightbulb had gone off right above the older man's head, his smile returned. “Well I’ll just ask her then… She might have been texting a friend. It wouldn’t hurt to try it.” He said, his steps becoming lighter and quicker as they neared the building exit and Jeongin struggled to keep up. It wouldn’t hurt Hyunjin to try, but it would absolutely destroy him… Not that he could say anything about it since none of his hyungs knew that he was spending his break times down at the coffee shop with you.

It felt like a competition now, to see who could get to you faster, to see who could have you faster, and Jeongin was adamant about being the first one and the only one from here on to be able to call you his. “Sure… Sure…” He mumbled, his hands balled up into fists in his coat pocket, his smile so fake that it might as well be plastic and his breaths coming out quicker than even after dance practice as he tried to maintain his annoyance and his jealousy to a healthy level.

The bell above the door rang out as Hyunjin stepped in, and he made sure to make his own presence known just as quickly as he stepped out from behind his hyung to smile and wave at you. “You both came in today! Hi!” You sounded much happier today, and Jeongin knew that the reason was because you had finally finished moving all of your stuff out of your ex-boyfriend's apartment, something that you told him you were doing the day before.

“Are you happy to see me again?” Hyunjin posed, leaning against the counter with a playfully seductive smile, and Jeongin could only roll his eyes at the shameless display his hyung was putting on… but you had laughed, a wind chimey sound that had the pit of his stomach turning, his jealousy delving into darker pits of envy. “Of course you are. I’m sure you’ve met my baby brother already, isn’t he absolutely adorable?”

Oh, how Jeongin hated his hyung right now, embarrassing him ruthlessly in front of the girl of his dreams and daydreams. “I’ve met him… he’s very cute… and he’s right on time too. I have your americano ready…” You said, smiling sweetly to him as your eyes met, and he swore he saw something there, something akin to your own want, maybe you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. It wouldn’t be far fetched to think something like that, not after the countless days and hours he had spent with you at your table.

Hyunjins eyes narrowed as his head whipped to look at the maknae, mouthing his confusion, but Jeongin was far too focused on you to even care. “I wouldn’t have missed a date, and if I had to, I would have texted you first.” He said, striding over to the counter and grabbing the americano that you had set out for him.

“Hold up… Wait a minute… You guys are dating?” Hyunjins voice rose so fast, he had never heard him hit notes so high before, his face tainted with the betrayal that he felt, but you quickly shook your head, giggling softly as you placed your hand atop Hyunjins anxiously tapping fingers, the action annoying Jeongin more than he’d like to admit.

“We’re not dating… He comes down and talks to me every single day though. It’s really sweet, he’s a sweetheart… But if you want to come down and talk too, I’m sure I can fit you into my schedule.” It sounded like you were joking, and Jeongin was hoping that you really were joking, but his hyung didn’t seem to catch onto the humorous side of the empty offer, instead nodding his head as he flipped his hand over so he could intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Give me your number and I’ll set up the dates.” He said confidently, but Jeongin was highly aware of the smug side eye he was getting.

Jeongin watched you closely, the way your hand seemed to attempt to move away from Hyunjins when he held yours, the giggle that sounded far too uncomfortable when his thumb brushed along the back of yours. He wanted to tell his hyung to back up and back off, that you didn’t want anything to do with him, but he knew that Hyunjin was far too competitive to give up now. “Sure… sure…” You mumbled, writing your number down on one of the napkins and passing it to him. “So did you want your americano or…?”

Not only was he not able to have his daily date with you, but Jeongin had to watch his hyung flirt with you incessantly while you grew increasingly uncomfortable and he couldn’t do anything about it. At least not at that moment, but he swore that he wouldn’t let it happen again, that he wouldn’t let Hyunjin have you, he wouldn’t let anyone have you unless that someone was himself.

“This’ll be fun, won’t it?” Hyunjin said as he sat in the practice room, watching Jeongin practice through the mirror as he sipped intermittently on his americano. “A little friendly competition, see who she really likes at the end. But we have to remember, we’re brothers before anything else… no matter who she chooses, we’re still gonna be close.”

His speech did nothing for Jeongin who was throwing himself into his dance, letting his anger push him forward even though his legs felt like they were about to give out. If he wasn’t dancing, if he didn’t have something to focus on, he’d end up losing his mind and he didn’t want to do that. Even still, he watched Hyunjin through the mirror, his hyung typing on his face as a smile spread across his face, little giggles spilling out through his tightly pursed lips, as if he was trying to hide the sound, but Jeongin knew better, he knew that Hyunjin was trying to rub in his face the fact that he was texting you. He wasn’t trying to hide anything.

“Right… Yeah… Friendly competition…” Jeongin mumbled to himself mainly, his breaths ragged, almost like snarls, his main focus now his hyung in the mirror who was ogling over whatever it was that you were saying to him. “I’m gonna take a break for a minute.” He was short with his words, not even bothering to look back at his hyung before storming out of the practice room and grabbing his phone from his pocket, opening up the text messages between the two of you that were short, sweet, and usually straight to the point.

“Do you like Hyunjin?” He texted quickly, thankful for autocorrect because his thumbs were moving a mile a minute across the keyboard. “You don’t have to lie either, if you do, it’s totally okay. I’ll still come in to talk to you.” Lying over text was so much easier, you couldn’t hear the pain in his voice, you couldn’t see the way he struggled to even simply type the words out. It would be an earth shattering revelation if you truly did like Hyunjin, but he was pretty sure that he himself was better.

The tiny bubbles showed up on his screen, you were writing back… had you stopped texting Hyunjin to check his messages? Maybe you had left his hyung on read just to focus your attention on him. Oh how sweet would that be, to know that you prioritized his texts above all else. “I think you both are being silly… I’m not the type of person that you two should ruin your friendship over. I saw the way you looked at him, and the way he looked at you… It’s not worth it.” So you knew, you were attentive, you noticed everything, but that didn’t make him feel any better, it didn’t give him the answer he was looking for. “But…”

There it was, the one word text that would hopefully thread into a confession, one that he wanted to hear, one that wouldn’t send him spiraling into a tantrum aimed entirely at his hyung. “But what?” He typed out, giving a few extra seconds for those little dots to appear, but when they hadn’t, he quickly hit send, trying to push and pry the response out of you.

“If I had to pick between the two of you… If my life depended on it…” Came the next text, and it felt like his world had slowly come to a standstill. Why were you writing it out like this? Did you enjoy the possibility that your pauses and hesitations just might be sending him into a panic, because that’s exactly what it felt like. “I’d pick you.”

And it suddenly felt like spring, new life blooming inside of him, and it took everything in him to contain his excitement, to keep from jumping down the hall straight back to the practice room, to retain himself from shoving his phone in Hyunjins face and showing off that he was your choice, that if your life depended on it, you’d choose him. Little did you know that his life felt like it depended on that answer, and now that you had told him what he wanted to hear, it felt like he could breathe again. “Good… I’ll come down and see you tomorrow.”

And he did, every single day. It wasn’t a competition anymore, he had no reason to feel jealous, he had you already. It was funny to watch Hyunjin continue to try though, under the assumption that he had a chance, but he wasn’t going to tell him that the game was over, he thoroughly enjoyed watching his hyung try so hard to win you over when you had already made your choice.

Small dates at the coffee shop during your breaks slowly inched into more. He’d come over to your new apartment and watch movies with you, his arm draped over your shoulder as you cuddled against his side. Cuddles turned to you laying in his lap as he let his hand lazily brush through your hair, watching as your eyes slowly fluttered shut after a long day at work. Those moments were his favorites, seeing you so comfortable, knowing that he had already won even though Hyunjin still went into your work, talking to you and flirting with you, and Jeongin told you to just let it go, to play along to make Hyunjin happy, although the real reason was because Jeongin wanted to know he really had you before breaking the news… He didn’t want Hyunjin to think he had even a sliver of a chance to weasel in.

“I really think we should tell Hyunjin…” You murmured breathlessly between kisses, Jeongins lips hovering against yours, your cheeks burning beneath his hands. He hummed softly, questioning it as his peppered more kisses across your lips, your nose, your eyelids, and your forehead. “He’s been coming down to see me at the shop for two months, every single day… He tried to kiss me when he left today.”

He froze, his chest tightening at the thought of someone else kissing you, let alone getting close enough to you to even attempt it. “What did you do when he tried?” He whispered, trying to keep as calm as possible for now, but his fingers were twitching as they dug into your thighs.

You sighed softly, picking up on his jealousy immediately, it’s not like he was really trying to cover it. “I told him no… and I kind of pushed him away… He looked really sad and I really think that it would be best if he knew so it doesn’t cause any problems for you.” You said, grabbing his hands from your thighs and pulling him down on top of you. “Or maybe we can tell him together…” You murmured, scratching your fingers soothingly along his scalp as his own hands snaked around you, clinging tightly to you.

He could tell Hyunjin… he should tell Hyunjin… but what if it backfired? What if he ended up trying harder? What if Hyunjin tried to steal you away from him anyway? What if he stole you and locked you away, kept you away from him? What if he never got to see you again? He couldn’t let that happen… he couldn’t… no… he had to keep you, he had to make sure no one got to you.

That’s when the plan hatched in his mind, a genius plan that would ensure that you never left him, that he’d never lose you. It would take a little bit of time to set up, to get everything in order, but he had time, it was limited, but it was there. He’d use the time he had wisely so that in the end, the time he’d have with you would be infinite.

The house that he had gotten was specifically for this, it had been gutted and rebuilt to accommodate the plans that he had in mind. He had you over many times, getting you used to the home, making you feel comfortable, making sure that you loved it since you’d be staying there forever… not that you knew that yet, he just had to be sure though.

“It’s so pretty…” You murmured the first time he had invited you over, walking over the threshold with his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as a wide smile spread across his lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you designed it for your wife or something.” You teased, turning your head just enough to kiss his cheek.

“One day…” He responded sweetly, maybe too sweet, but you didn’t notice the malicious undertones of his words, the threat that loomed in the short statement. “It’s all for you though… I want you to like it.” His lips dragged along your neck as he walked you further into the house, guiding each of your steps into every single room, refusing to let you go, although you didn’t seem to want him to let you go either.

“I love it.” You hummed, stopping in the middle of the entertainment room, letting out a squeal of delight when you saw the gaming systems that had been set up. “No way… You got a VR headset?! Your house is way cooler than mine.” You mumbled, your act of childishness had Jeongin chuckling softly as he nuzzled into your neck, squeezing your sides playfully and causing you to squirm. “And the Switch! I’m coming over like… all the time now. You won’t be able to get rid of me.” You teased, wiggling out of his arms as you ran to the entertainment unit that housed all the consoles and devices.

It was funny how you joked about it, how you made it seem like a laughing matter when that’s all he really wanted… or… well… didn’t want… He didn’t want to get rid of you at all. He wanted you to stay forever, and ever, and ever… And it seemed like his plan was working. First you’d fall in love with his house, and then you’d fall in love with him, and then he’d get to keep you. It was easy peezy!

He loved the sight of you in his house, moving around the place like it was already yours, and to him it was, it had been made for you entirely. The whole place was designed with only you in mind, incorporating the smallest little things, your favorite colors, your favorite flowers, patterns, shapes, you name it, and it was there. It had taken quite a huge chunk out of his bank account, but money was no worry to him, not if he had you.

Every day after work he’d take you to his house, and you’d spend the evening playing video games and watching movies and eating junk food that you both knew you shouldn’t be indulging yourselves in… but you did it anyway. When the clock would strike at midnight, you’d tell him you had to go, and as soon as you made it to the door he’d jump off the couch and wrap his arms around your waist to pull you back, begging you to spend the night, and you did. You always did, you just couldn’t say no to him.

“Have you told Hyunjin yet?” You asked, pulling on his sweatshirt as you stumbled out of the bed, your eyes barely open as you adjusted to the faint light of the sun streaming in. “He called like… 50 times last night to see if I wanted to hang out.” You mumbled after a yawn, blinking the leftover sleep from your eyes to look at Jeongin who seemed far too comfortable for someone who was hearing that their band member was still pursuing their girlfriend.

His arms were folded behind his head and he had a sleepy little smile on his face as he motioned with his head for you to come lay next to him, but you only folded your arms over your chest, your eyes demanding him to answer. “I already told him… I’ll tell him again, but… he’s not going to stop. He really likes you.” Jeongin lied, and it was becoming easier for him to do it, the skeletons in his closet only piling up more the longer he was with you. Not that it mattered, there were many closets in the new house, he was sure he wouldn’t fill all of them.

“Well… maybe he’ll listen if I tell him.” You suggested, grabbing your phone off the nightstand, and in that moment everything that he had built, everything that he had put together for you, it felt like it was starting to crack, to buckle. Hyunjin couldn’t know… nobody could know… if they knew then it would be easier for them to find out when…

Jeongin jumped out from under the covers, moving quickly across the mattress and accidentally smacking your phone out of your hand as he pulled you down on the bed. You whined loudly, struggling to get out of his hold, but his arms were like boas, growing tighter and tighter the more you fought against him. “Why does he need to know anything? Why can’t you just… not go to work? There’s so many games here that could keep you busy while I’m away…”

Your body stilled for a moment, your neck craning to turn and look at him with an unamused expression, a small scoff blowing through your pursed lips. “I have bills to pay, Jeongin. The house is great and the video games are… awesome… but it’s not going to keep my electricity on and my water running.” His arms loosened and you freed yourself of them, bending over to grab your phone and letting out a low groan. “And it’s not going to pay to fix my phone screen… shit…”

He didn’t want to do it this way, he really didn’t. He thought that you’d just come stay with him, he thought it would be easier than this, but it turns out that nothing in life worth fighting for is ever easy, and you… you were worth fighting for. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, the guilt already washing through him as he shimmied off the mattress.

“It’s alright, it shouldn’t cost much. I just-“ The glass vase that had been sitting on the bedside table came down against the back of your head, knocking you out immediately. It was his last resort, and he had researched how to knock someone out without causing immense damage, and that in itself was a struggle because you can’t just… look those things up.

Tears blurred his vision as he dropped down to the floor next to your momentarily unconscious body, his fingers brushing lightly over your cheek. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I can’t have anyone take you… You’ll understand soon.” At least he hoped you would.

He carefully rolled you over onto the bed sheet, not wanting to be disrespectful and just drag you across the floor, you weren’t a mop, you meant far more to him than that, but he didn’t want to risk potentially waking you up by picking you up either.

The sheet slid smoothly across the waxed hardwood floors, and he walked backwards to make sure that he didn’t accidentally bump you into anything, but once he got to the basement he realized that the stairs were the biggest problem that he hadn’t fully thought of. “Fuck…” He groaned, the sound of his voice causing you to stir, small whines and whimpers sounding from you, and he knew he didn’t have much more time. “I’m so so sorry…” He mumbled, gripping the edge of the sheet and dragging it as quickly as possible down the stairs, luckily they were carpeted, but he was sure that it didn’t make it that much better.

He winced with every thud of your head against the stairs, his eyes shut so he didn’t have to watch the way your body jostled and bounced on the way down. This was by far the worst part of it, knowing how much pain he had to cause you just to get you where he wanted you. If only you had given in, just submitted to him, he wouldn’t have had to do this, he wouldn’t have had to do any of it.

“I’m doing this because I love you… I want you to know that…” He whispered once he had reached the bottom, leaving you in the middle of the neatly decorated, soundproof basement. “I’ll come see you when you wake up… don’t be mad at me.” He kissed your forehead softly before standing up and running up the stairs, deadbolting the door behind him and retiring to his room once more. You’d be awake soon, and for the moment, he just wanted to be alone, he wanted to cry, he wanted to wallow in the pain that he felt from having to subject you to so much. It wasn’t what he wanted at all, and it made him feel like garbage… but at least you were his… you were all his now.

You didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want to talk to him, you were making things difficult for both him and yourself and he didn’t even know why? Why couldn’t you just understand that he was doing this because he loved you so much!? Why couldn’t you just love him back the way you did before?

Every single meal that he’d bring you, you’d turn your head away from it, pulling your lips in a thin line, forcing him to make you eat. He hated having to be forceful with you, he wanted you to be with him willingly, he wanted you to just submit to him like you used to. The way you’d look at him with pure hatred in your eyes whenever he walked into the room… Did you even understand that you were breaking his heart? Did you even care?

It was hard enough as it was, having to handle you at home, but then he’d go into work and he’d have to deal with Hyunjin whining to him about how you were missing and how they had to help find you. Of course, it was easy for Jeongin to play the part of a concerned and devastated customer and admirer, especially since you were treating him like such garbage back at home. No one would ever suspect that it was him, so that was at least one thing that he’d never have to worry about.

Things got to the point where he almost dreaded having to go home because he knew he’d have to face your eyes that were usually emotionless until he got near you. Even still, he tried to take care of you, and he ended up having to go to soups because every time he tried to feed you solid food you’d just spit it back out at him.

“Why won’t you just fucking eat!? Do you want to die?! Do you want to starve?!” He shouted tearfully when you turned your head away from the soup bowl once again. Usually he was able to just grab your wrists in one of his hands and hold the soup up to your lips, the fear of the burning liquid spilling down your chest making you oblige quickly, but now it seemed like you didn’t care, even as the smoke billowing soup poured down your chin and stained your shirt. “Let me feed you!”

“Let me die.” You retorted, stone faced and cold, the request had him staring at you in disbelief. He wasn’t that bad, he couldn’t be that bad… No… No he was a good boyfriend. Everything he did was for you… He just wanted you to love him and solely him, he wanted to be the only man in your entire life… There wasn’t anything wrong with that, you were just being a brat, you were being whiny because you enjoyed making things harder on him… Or maybe you enjoyed it? That would be a better thought to have… It would make it easier for him to be rough with you if he thought that you wanted him to…

He placed the soup on the side table and stood up from the edge of the bed, undoing his belt and pulling it from the loops of his jeans. The way you looked at him, your eyebrows creasing in the center and your body instinctively moving to the far edge of the bed to get away from him. “I just want you to love me…” He whimpered, looping the belt through the wrought frame of the headboard before grabbing your hands and slipping them through the loop. “I want to take care of you…” He said breathlessly, becoming winded from the struggle that you were giving, but he was stronger, far stronger than you, especially since you hadn’t been eating at all since you’ve been locked in the basement, something that worried him a great deal. “Why are you making me the bad guy?! Why do you hate me so much?!” He tightened the belt around your wrists, cringing when he heard your cry of pain from how tight it was, refusing to even acknowledge the way the leather cut into your skin.

“Hyunjin would have never done this… just let me go… please… I won’t tell anyone…” You pleaded, but you had made the mistake of bringing up the one person that had landed you down here in the first place. Of course, Hyunjin was the only person on your mind right now. Hyunjin was probably an angel in your eyes even though he was the reason Jeongin had to do this. If he wouldn’t have interfered in what you and Jeongin had going on, the two of you could have had a normal relationship, everything would have been fine.

His long fingers gripped your jaw, his nails digging into it as he forced you to look at him. Your eyes were welling with tears, the light reflecting off the tears that built in your lashes, they resembled brilliant stars in the sky, they were beautiful. “All you have to do is love me, starry…” That’s how you had gotten your name, the name he called you, a name that was equivalent to the beauty that was everything you. “It wouldn’t be this hard… I don’t like doing it like this… Just love me…”

And you did… it took a while, it took months, a year and a half of being locked in the basement, but you finally learned to love him, and he loved watching your tough exterior break, watching you slowly submit to him more and more until you were begging him to stay with you, clinging onto him, initiating the kisses… He had been waiting so long for it, it felt like a dream but now it was…

“Annoying! You’re fucking annoying! Good god, just… Leave me alone!” He shouted, storming to the front door and pulling on his shoes. “I can’t even come home from work and sit down without you being right under my fucking ass before it hits the cushions!” You had been on your way over to the door to try to stop him when his words stopped you where you stood, your eyes falling to look down at the floor as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, bracing yourself for whatever would come next out of his mouth. “I bought you all the new video games, I bought you art supplies, I bought you instruments, I thought maybe you’d pick up a hobby, but it seems like the only thing you’re fucking good at is being annoying!”

You bit your lips, holding your breath to stop yourself from sniffling as he continued to break you down to size. This was a normal day, he’d come home from work and you’d come to greet him and he’d get mad at you… If you didn’t greet him, he’d accuse you of cheating on him even though you didn't go anywhere and you didn’t talk to anyone. If you hugged him too much, he’d berate you, if you didn’t hug him at all he’d get upset and say that you’re growing distant and threaten you with the basement again. It was like the entire house was filled with eggshells, and every move was the wrong move, imbedding the shell deeper into the soles of your feet. Maybe one day they’d be calloused enough that you wouldn’t be able to feel the pain anymore, but for now, it hurt and some days you wished that you were still in the basement, it was easier then.

“I should have let Hyunjin have you, maybe he’d be able to deal with whatever the fuck your problem is better than I can.” He huffed loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as a smile pulled at the corners of his lips, it was evil, and you knew that that smile only meant he’d hurt you more. “I’ve been with so many people, so many fans, and even they aren’t as headache-inducing and clingy as you… And they fucking love me. Sometimes I’ll just stay in the hotel with them instead of coming home to you, at least they know how to wake up and leave quietly in the morning so I can sleep in.”

It was a wrecking ball and it crashed into you full speed, knocking all of the air from your lungs and leaving you gasping. He had just admitted to cheating on you, not just once, not twice, but numerous times, and he did it with a smile on his face, he did it shamelessly as if he were proud of it. “B-But I love you… You… You wanted me to love you… I don’t know how to do that…” You whispered, your bottom lip trembling and your body rocking as gasps turned to sobs. “I don’t know how to love you right…”

He scoffed as he nodded his head, a know it all smirk on his face as he looked at you. “You don’t… You never did. I don’t know what I saw in you… Maybe I just felt bad for you… Or maybe I just enjoyed the competition with Hyunjin. You were nothing more than a game… and now that I’ve won… You’re boring.”

You staggered back, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to make sense of it all, make sense of everything that he’s done, everything he’s said. “Then… Then why do you keep me here… If I’m boring and… What’s the point?” It seemed like a pretty obvious question to ask, and you wish that the answer had been just as obvious. You wished for a lot of things right now, you wished you had gone to Hyunjin when you had the chance, the chance to have a normal relationship instead of whatever the hell this was… The chance to really be happy instead of constantly being insulted and degraded on a daily basis. “Because you’re my trophy. You show that I’ve won… and as annoying as you are to actually be around and talk to… Seeing you makes me feel like a winner… and I love that feeling.” He walked over to you, and instead of opening your arms for him like you usually would, you tensed up, dropping your head and curtaining your face with your hair. “Now… take a shower or something… I like my trophy to be clean…” He patted the top of your head roughly before turning back to the door, and in your mind you could hear the eggshells crushing beneath his shoes. He never had to be careful with you, you were disposable to him… You were nothing more to him than an object to keep in a trophy case, that was all.

You didn’t move until you heard the front door shut, and that’s when you allowed yourself to fully break down. So much time had been wasted, you were exhausted both physically and mentally, but you put up with it because he promised you that if you loved him back that things would get easier, that you’d be happy, and you believed him, you believed every word that left his mouth. Why wouldn’t you? He’d cry when he’d tell you these things, he’d say over and over again how much he loved you, and what had started as you pretending to give in just to be free of the confines of the basement had turned into something real. It was like you had been brainwashed, under the assumption that if you truly loved him, it would be easier for you to handle… And look where that got you. You were miserable now, constantly on edge, beaten and broken down, and once he had seen you on the floor, he’d kick you a little more just to make sure you stayed there. You weren’t equal to him, it wasn’t a two way road in the relationship, if you could even call it that… He was the one driving on a one way road, and you had just been taken along for the ride.

“I should have just let Hyunjin have you” The words replayed in your mind as you stood beneath the flowing water in the shower. Hyunjin… you wondered if he remembered you, or if he had already moved on. He was so sweet, and all he wanted to do was love you, his eyes had been so kind, and you had turned him down because you saw in Jeongin everything that he wanted you to see, the mask with the perfect smile and sweet eyes, the dimple, and his soft voice that made you feel so safe before… You really had messed up, just the way Jeongin wanted you to.

The steam of the shower hung in the air thickly as you stepped out, your mind racing with what you could do. He had already admitted to cheating on you, and while the sting of sadness was a far more prominent pain to you than the burn of jealousy, the feeling was still there. You didn’t really know who to be jealous of though, it’s not like the fans knew that you existed, and with the way Jeongin spoke about it, in the moments that he did those things, you didn’t exist to him either.

Maybe it was a desire for revenge, or maybe it was that aching need to be loved just as strongly as Jeongin had promised you would be by him… Maybe it was a mix of both that had you walking out of the bathroom and back into the basement. There were many nights where you’d pretend to sleep and you’d watch Jeongin slink around the room, hiding different things in the strangest places that he thought you’d never look, and you wouldn’t have looked there if it weren’t for you knowing. One of those things had been your phone, the phone that you hadn’t seen in almost two years, and now you were pulling it out of the floorboard, praying to everything that it still turned on.

The screen was black and cracked down the center, a memory of him knocking the device from your hands flashing through your mind. It was the day that everything had changed… Would things have been different if you hadn’t brought up Hyunjin at all? Probably not, and it didn’t really pay to question the past, not when it was so long ago.

Your finger held down the power button and you let out a string of curses when you saw the battery sign on the screen. It was dead, but you were sure that there was a charger around the house, and you quickly got up off the floor, racing up the stairs to find it. You weren’t even sure what you’d do when you got it turned on, but you wanted it to hurt him, you wanted to hurt him just as much as he hurt you. An eye for an eye, right?

Thirty minutes, that’s all it took for you to get enough battery to turn it on, and when you did, the screen lit up with a picture of you and Jeongin, the sight of it used to make your heart flutter, but now it just made you sick. It wasn’t long before the picture was covered by numerous notifications from friends and family, missed calls and texts that piled up, and some of them stopped coming in a year ago while some were still flooding in up until even yesterday. One of those people was Hyunjin, and the notification number was 99+... He really did care about you… He didn’t pursue you because it was a challenge to him, it wasn’t a game… He just liked you… And you had been so blinded by Jeongins charms that you didn’t even notice it then.

“It’s day 578… The coffee shop closed… People think it’s bad luck to work there now. I still miss you… If you see this… Wherever you are, tell me and I’ll come get you… Or just say hi… I can track the location… Well I can’t, but someone can, I’m sure.” The text read, it was sent this morning, and your heart sank. Had it really been that long? Had he really been counting all of the days?

Your fingers shook as they typed across the keyboard, it had been so long that you made so many mistakes that even autocorrect didn’t know what to do with them… But you needed to let him know that you were okay at least, that you were alive. He didn’t have to keep counting. “Hey… Hyunjinnie… It’s Y/N…”

A loud shriek sounded from the couch behind him, and when he turned around he saw Hyunjin staring at his phone with wide, glossy eyes and a smile of disbelief on his face before he shot up off the couch and ran over to him. “Innie! She’s okay! Look!” His hyung shouted, shoving the phone into his face to show him the text message that had been sent by none other than you.

Controlling his reaction was much harder now than before… He tried to look happy, he tried to seem as ecstatic as Hyunjin was, but deep down all he felt was panic, anger, fear, and that disgusting feeling of jealousy that he thought he’d never have to feel again. “That’s great! Let me see!” Jeongin said, grabbing Hyunjins phone and standing up, reading over the text over and over again, his hand purposely shaking before dropping the phone to the floor. “I’m sorry… I just… Oh man… Is it broken?”

He sure as hell hoped it was, but Hyunjin didn’t seem to care. “It’s fine, I can get to it from my laptop. Look… we’re gonna find her. I’ll find someone that can track her location, maybe I can take it to the cops or something…?” The cops… No… No! Why would you do this? How could you do this to him? His stomach dropped and his heart began the downward spiral to follow after it, a sudden nausea hitting him as the room started to spin.

“I’m gonna go home, I think my old phone is there… I’m gonna try to text her too.” Jeongin said, hoping that it would work so he could excuse himself. Hyunjin seemed to be so invested in trying to figure out where you were that he only nodded, not even looking up from his phone to watch as Jeongin raced out the front door, a million different scenarios playing out in his mind of how this could go, what could happen if he didn’t make it home in time. Would you really tell Hyunjin where you were? Would you really tell him what had happened?

Getting back to the house was a blur to him, it’s like everything around him was moving at supersonic speed and he matched the pace, paranoia and worry the power that he needed to push him forward. The entire trip was blank though, until he walked through the front door and saw you sitting on the floor in front of the outlet with your phone in your hand, your body shaking as you cried silently in the corner of the room. You didn’t even turn to face him when he walked in… “What did you do, starry? What did you do?!” He shouted, his tone demanding your attention, but you only shook your head, holding the phone out behind you for him to take.

“Were you pretending to be happy then?” You whispered, your words barely intelligible through the choked out sobs. “Were you only smiling because you knew you were winning the game? Did you even want to be with me, or did you just enjoy the challenge?” With every sentence your voice gained more power, more anger, and more sadness.

He walked over and snatched the phone from your hand, and he saw what you were talking about, what your words meant, why there was so much pain in every syllable of every word that you spoke. Pictures that seemed vintage of the two of you together, burritoed in blankets, smiling, kissing, hugging, cuddling… the normal pictures that any happy couple would take… “I wasn’t pretending…” He whispered, turning off the screen and slipping your phone into his pocket. “I was happy… I am happy…”

Careful steps brought him over to your slumped figure on the floor, and you still refused to look at him, refused to even turn around and face him. “Then… then why would you cheat on me? Why would you say that you wanted me to be with Hyunjin instead…?” He tried to forget that he said that this morning, he had slipped up, he had spoken before he really had time to think of what his words meant, but he didn’t mean them, not at all. He had never cheated on you, the words had only been meant to make you back off for a moment so he could have some space…

“Starry…” He whispered the pet name, running his fingers lightly along your back before sitting on the floor behind you, his legs encasing you and his arms wrapping around you to pull you back against his chest. You were stiff, it was like holding onto a statue. “Sometimes… sometimes I just get overwhelmed with how much you love me… and I feel like… like I don’t deserve it so I try to push you away… but then… then I realize that I love you too much and I need you with me…”

Your body shook with whimpers and ragged breaths as you sniffled loudly. “That doesn’t make any sense… you wanted me to love you… maybe I love you too much… maybe I should go back to the basement….” You whispered, but his hold on you only tightened at the suggestion as he swallowed thickly. “I can go back to work… so I’m not around as much… so you’re not overwhelmed…”

Dammit. That wasn’t what he wanted either. He had lied to try to excuse his behavior, but it was only backfiring, pushing you away even more. The thought of you going back to work already had him spiraling, thinking about what could happen if Hyunjin went into the cafe and saw you… his hyung was already on the verge of crying just thinking that you were actually alive after being gone for almost two years. Jeongin knew that if given the chance, Hyunjin would sweep you off your feet and carry you away from him forever.

He wouldn’t let that happen though, and as annoying as your clinginess was, he could deal with that emotion, learn to handle it better so he wouldn’t hurt you, so he wouldn’t upset you. If he didn’t have you around, he’d be nothing, he’d absolutely lose his mind, there was no doubt about that, and it would only be made worse if he thought that you had gone to Hyunjin.

“N-no… no, starry… you don’t need to do that.” He stammered, hoping that his quickening breaths weren’t giving away just how panicked up was. “Maybe… maybe you just need to love me more, maybe I need to be around more… so I don’t get overwhelmed… so I get used to how much you love me.”

You nodded, your body relaxing slowly but surely until you were flush against his chest, your hair tickling his nose when he leaned his head against it. “That’s how I got used to how much you loved me…” You murmured, chewing on your bottom lip as you watched his fingers pluck and pull at the loose thread coming undone from your shirt. “Why’d you come home though?”

His fingers quickly snapped the strand from your shirt and flicked it to the side before gripping your chin lightly and turning your face to look at him. “Because you crossed the line… and I was mad… but then I saw how upset you were and… well, how could I be mad when you’re crying? I’m not evil, starry…” He pressed a kiss to your lips as he thumb stroked tenderly along your cheek. It was such a contrast from the Jeongin that had walked out on you this morning, it was like you were dating two different people. “Now… we need to get rid of this phone… don’t worry, we can upload all the pictures onto my computer before we do though.”

Your head tilted to the side with confusion, shimmying out of his hold long enough to turn around on your knees and face him. “Why do we have to get rid of it? I won’t text him again, I promise.” You grabbed his hands, squeezing them tightly as you used your eyes to silently plead with him. “I’d be able to text you and call you… what if… what if something bad happens?”

His lips turned up into a smile, that same malicious smile that had you backing away from him, just like you did earlier. “But you already texted him. We need to completely destroy it and hope that the location still can’t be tracked. I’ll throw it out in different places around the city.” He grunted quietly as he pushed himself up off the floor, towering above you as you stayed on your knees, looking up at him with eyes that had to have screamed how scared you were… he just didn’t care. “And as far as something bad happening… it won’t. I have motion sensor cameras all over the outside of the house that’ll alert me if someone tries to come in… and when someone’s coming out… do you understand, starry?”

You understood perfectly now… you were trapped here, this wasn’t built to be your home, it was built to be your prison. “Mmhm…” You hummed, swallowing back the bile that built that was creeping up the back of your throat, the sour taste coating your tongue as you looked up at him. In Jeongins mind, you didn’t need anyone and anything but him, and for a while you had felt the same way, you really believed that he was the only one in the world that you needed… But now… Now that you had seen both sides of him and how quickly he can change… You didn’t need him… And you were pretty sure he didn’t need you.

He could see the doubt lingering in your eyes, the way your pupils dilated with fear, the way your irises wavered as if you were too scared to even look at him. What had he done? He was only making things worse for himself the more he talked… Why couldn't he just shut up? “How about we eat something first?” He tried to change the subject, and maybe over dinner, the two of you could be normal… like the pictures you had been looking at… He could be like that… He could! He’d be whatever you wanted him to be. “And maybe we can watch a movie after… or play some games? Anything you want to do this evening… I’m all yours for the rest of the night, starry.”

Jealousy was cute on the right person and under the right circumstances, at least in his mind it was, especially when he imagined you feeling that emotion. That’s what he had wanted… along with maybe a little bit of space, but the image that his mind had concocted of your jealousy was wrong, it was all wrong. You didn’t pout, you didn’t yell at him, you didn’t give him that argument that he wanted… Instead, you had given him his own medicine, forced him to swallow down the bitter emotion and let it run its course. Jealousy, he was now aware, was awful, it was annoying, and it affected every single part of him. He was jealous of everyone and everything, he was jealous of the couch when you decided to sit on the cushion beside him instead of on his lap, he was jealous of your own clothes that you decided to wear when he had a perfectly accessible wardrobe for you to choose from. He was jealous of your side of the bed when you’d roll over to it in the middle of the night, the mattress being able to hold you longer than he could. He was jealous of Hyunjin who wasn’t even in the picture right now, but still hung onto the thought of you, the thought that you’d one day be his. Jealousy was the most annoying thing in the world… and he had brought it upon himself.

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cyanichexanthine · 5 months

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Tagged by @scarstarved to list 9 favourite characters (thank you for the tag 🥲💕💞🫠)

It’s under a read more bc it’s kinda a big post lmao, also not particularly ordered because my brain combusted just trying to think of 9 (ended up with 8 but why not it’s my favourite number) and a bit on why they’re there bc it was a fun revisit tbh.

Oh this is going to be a great getting to know me exercise 🥲

1. Rick Prime (Rick and Morty)

The current favourite little goblin. Could never explain why he was a fave but after unmortricken and the subtext threaded throughout s7 I think it's finally coming together especially when I think of other faves in this post (I have a bad habit with faves with seeing them for 0.5 seconds and deciding they're a fave and only later realising why as more about their character is revealed)

To avoid sharing more of my thoughts about his character (and clowning harder than I've already let slip and bc it's mostly interpretation and hc) Let's just say I think there's so much about Prime that is not fully understood yet and I can't wait to see how they address it (also pour one out for another victim of the curse of many of my faves dying in horrible brutal ways with unresolved emotional conflict)

2. Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax (Genshin impact)

Can’t explain this one too much either yet tbh. Another on sight fave. Precious little goblin who cares immensely for his family and seems to want to have friends/an adventurous life but is distanced by how he's wrapped up in conflict and chaos ever since he fell into the abyss as a child.

"You shall ever be the eye of the storm,"

"And the clashing of steel shall ever accompany you."

He has a constant desire for battle and proving himself (likely because it’s how he learned to survive/possibly because it keeps him occupied and it is a horrible cycle). He’s likely also addicted to the thrill of winning/surviving/overcoming due to this as well.

I constantly worry he's going to die. Pleasantly surprised that he hasn't so far. I want to see him develop. I want to see him peel away from the Fatui (bc he’s clearly unhappy and he dislikes a majority of the other harbingers but they’re a means of both keeping his family supported and seeking challenging battle). I want to see him do well and realise he's more than just “a weapon” to serve the tsaritsa’s purpose but the whole abyss thing is a LOT of unresolved trauma that he has never properly been addressed. And boy oh boy does he have a lot of death flags.

3. Amanda Young (Saw)

Ohhh Mandy. She's so, disaster. She has this depth of compassion and raging conflict inside her. Following John just because he gave her a hint of purpose while still regretting what she's become to some extent (secretly continuing harm/trying to kill Adam/wanting to help the fellow addict and being visibly distressed when they died etc) and making unwinnable traps as she thinks they didn’t deserve a second chance.

Likely because she harbors the fact she both doesn't feel worthy of a second chance herself and knows what this "second chance" has made her become, she doesn’t feel that purpose, doesn’t feel like she is grateful for living as John claims. The whole scene where she’s pointing the gun at Lynn and the “nobody fucking changes, it’s all bullshit, it’s all a fucking lie and I’m just a pawn in your stupid game. I don’t mean anything to you.” “So help me. Fix me. Fix me motherfucker, I’m standing right here.” Haunts me a little. Ahhh mandy 😭 I cry every time at that fucking scene.

It hurts to see her devotion to John (and he refuses to give up on her to the point of his death, he believed in her most of all, because she was the example of his ideology) while also seeing her so fundamentally disagree with his principles through her own struggles. She's just pain, pain, agony. Pain. (Another victim of the unresolved emotional conflict deaths 👏)

4. Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson (Dead by Daylight Ghostface)

Idk why but the dbd ghostface is just so so good. Like I love the Scream movies sure but Danny is a special case. (Also I was a ghostface/stealth killer main back in my dbd days lmao) Danny's story and persona is great, from the Roseville murders, to how he writes/visualises the crimes before they happen, the way he wears certain perfumes during special kills. He’s just so interesting as a ghostface. He seems obsessed with the horror; the unexpected, the atmosphere, the anticipation, the thrill, the reverence of his stories and legacy. He seems to almost feed off of the human response, the fear and resulting chaos when people read his stories in the paper after each kill.

The local police were confounded: the murders were carried with fury akin to a crime of passion yet coldly premeditated.

The scarier the story, the more he appreciated his life. The truth of the stories made them far more potent.

He’s so in love with making a carefully constructed, terrifying story come to life. Yet he’s still impulsive and hot headed when something in his design falls apart. Ah reminds me on the days I’d write paragraphs on analysing his character based on the small background we had before the archive tome 🥰

And I will always adore how well his gameplay in dbd lines up with him as a character.

5. Gintoki Sakata (Gintama)

Listen I have such a soft spot for Gintama and by extension Gintoki himself. He acts lazy, aloof/sarcastic, unattached and a bit "not my problem, don't care, glhf with that"/selfish but he always has a good heart in the end. Often putting himself in danger to help others and going the extra mile for them when they're at the end of their rope. Notably from memory for broken families and people desperate for reconciliation/a second chance.

This anime had so many emotional beats for how silly it looks on the surface. I remember crying from emotional impact into crying from laughter in the same episode when I first watched the series. Also a lot of heartfelt moments of advice and commentary on the human condition. He’s so adorable. Parfait king.

6. Kokichi Oma (DRV3)

Here we go. Not my proudest one (was honestly a little scared to mention him because of the fandom/character perception etc but DR series was a huge part of my teen years along with RPG horrors so rip) but man does this kid mess me up. It hurts so much how he was just trying to investigate and end the killing game in his own way (trust issues so he refused to openly team up). And the way he spirals so hard in the trial after getting Gonta (who, I think he did consider a friend) killed as self defence against Miu is just 💔

The way he considered them all friends and in an attempt to end the killing game, he died slowly and painfully, while knowing they all hated him.💔 Yes his means/the way he went about it were fucked, yes I understand why people hate him. But jesus christ does understanding his motives and his emotions during the game fucking hurt. (another unresolved emotional conflict death let’s gooo)

7. Tiffany Valentine (Child's play series/chucky tv show)

Oh I love her so much. She gets two gifs bc I can’t choose. She was like the highlight of s2 especially. I love her energy, her swings, her endless obsession with/pursuit of knowing true, all consuming love; the way she will not be devoid of all humanity and loves her kids and will realise some things Chucky does are awful while still conversely doing absolutely abhorrent things herself (the Nica incident perhaps?). Will never argue with seeing more of her. I'm so glad the show delivers. (I still need to catch up on s3 though). I would honestly love a little more of her formative story, how she became Valentine.

8. Michael Myers (Halloween)

Another showing my love of horror here but this big guy is a classic. Actually what got me into horror so intensely tbh. I love his little arts and crafts. The way he'll string up a whole scene just to get the most screams and fear. The way he panics when his mask is removed. I do always wonder about him. I mean we're told he's evil in human form but I can't help but feel Loomis gave up on him. Everyone did. I don't doubt it's as basic as him being the shape of evil and that's fine but I like how ambiguous it has always been. There is no clear cut answer on why Michael is what or who he is and I love it.

Wow love the recurring themes here. I’m sure I probably forgot a few older faves too but oh well. Time to not analyse those and go sleep.

Tagging @potetosaradas @dayglomasochism @lara60 @drawmanations @zanukavat if any of you want to share your faves. 🥰

#tag game #long post #hexed rambles #there are a lot of characters I like but not many faves it seems #faves I have to have been mentally or emotionally unwell over them at least once #the funniest thing to me is some of these aren't even in my top 10 media #adding nick valentine as my 9th bc replaying fallout 4 😢 ily detecto peepaw

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peregrine5 · 11 months

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THE NEWEST CHAPTER OF REDSTONE AND SKULK AHHH I had to draw something fast to release The Emotions

Rambling (and spoilers) below the cut! (You’ve been warned)

Helsknight pov WOOO! It was so well written!! And the way he thinks of tanguish the pure admiration and fondness is just so!!! I love them so much!!! I liked Helsknight before this but now i love him so much more he’s just a cool guy who really cares about his little friend yknow

And the poor guys got so beat up!! When Helsknight lost his sword I got this feeling of dread like “oh no it’s over now isn’t it” and boy was it, he was not made for fist fighting especially against someone twice his size yikes

Next chapter’s gonna be fun with both of them gravely injured like this >:) let’s be honest it’s great when characters get tossed around

This chapter gave me so many fanart ideas I can’t wait to see what fanart other people make too!! :D

#tanguish #Helsknight #redstone and skulk #these two!!!!!#I love them #so much #my art

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armando-triplepapito · 8 months

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Now that I think about it, it's kinda baffling that Armando had Betty negotiate with the banks, especially when they couldn't pay on time and he was too stressed to deal with it, use her influence with the Bank of Montreal to get loans, pretty much seal business deals and get companies to agree to monthly payments plans beforehand, all he had to was show up and get the supplier to sign the contract (even suppliers expected her to be at the business meals sometimes) and pretty much handle all the finances, make sure debts, interests and salaries were getting paid, and on top of all, expected her to handle and grow Terramoda on her own. I remember Mario and him were quite upset at first to find out that Nicolás (and don Hermes) was involved and most likely knew everything. I mean she is incredibly qualified and capable, but only human and was already working many hours a day in Ecomoda and earning much less than Patricia 🥴. It's also very telling that she didn't need an assistant once she was the president. No wonder lawyer Santamaria was impressed and I think respected all the work she (and Nicolás) had done even if the rest of the board seemingly despised her.

Also, the fact that Mario was able to walk away scot-free is beyond me. He is the one that got in touch with the fabric's suppliers in Panamá that turned out to be smugglers. Granted, it was Armando who decided to proceed in spite of Betty's warnings that it was dangerous and risky. But this disaster is what pushed Armando to have Terramoda seize Ecomoda, but Mario never once felt guilty. He never accepted any responsability neither for the business mess nor for the damage inflicted on Betty. His defense always consisted on reminding Armando that he only proposed things, but he willingly went along with everything. Played on his emotions and hurt his ego constantly by asking him if was really that dumb and easy to manipulate. Honestly, he is one fascinating character.

I love that you are re-watching the show, your posts are really interesting. I hope you are a having a great day 😊

You’re completely right! I always wondered what exactly Armando would do during working hours since Betty basically handled everything! It really pissed me off when Armando and Mario doubted her intentions when they found out that Nicolas and Don Hermes were involved with Terramoda. Like how can you doubt her intentions when she’s putting 100% of her effort to keep the company afloat when it’s not even her responsibility! They seriously didn’t see Betty as a human😾 For someone who was afraid of losing their company, it’s wild how Armando didn’t develop new strategies to bring money in. I’m still salty on how they would brush off Betty’s idea on the franchise thing.

That’s just how amazing Betty is!! In my head, during the Embargo, Betty already had the function of president while Armando was the assistant it’s just the titles we’re switched 🤭 Santamaría was definitely a fan of Betty and Nicolas🤣

Ahhh!!! Seriously I have no idea how Mario left scot-free! I hated how the junta directiva would continue with him while they pushed Armando aside. They were both involved with Ecomoda’s ruin yet they never even said anything to Mario. I know disregarding Armando makes sense cause at the end of the day he’s one of the owners but wouldn’t you expect to fire Mario or something? Or at least demote him in some way? I hate how his only defense is that he only suggested ideas to Armando because it’s true! That’s all he did! At the end of the day it was mainly Armando’s fault for being swayed by his words. Like how you said, Mario is a fascinating character! He’s such a bad influence, you could even say he’s a bad person but you can’t help but to love him (well at least in my case)😔.

Also, random but, I read a fic where the author basically suggested that Mario got a hold of Panama’s suppliers to mess with Armando. I remember how Armando defended Mario (from Betty) calling him a professional and knows what he’s doing so to not worry about the transaction. As a professional and someone who worked in his field for years, wouldn’t you know right away that the business they were about to do was sketchy? Let’s not forget that Betty was basically new to all this yet she had a hunch that the Panama’s suppliers were bad news so wouldn’t you expect a professional like Mario to know right away not to do business with them? Idk i feel like Mario did use Panama’s suppliers to sabotage Armando. Anyways sorry for this random rant but ever since I read that fic I can’t help but think about it!

You think my post are interesting?! Thank you🥹❤️ I don’t have the brains to do character analysis (I’m an airhead) but I always have random thoughts pop into my head while I watch ysblf. I just want to share those random thoughts and have a laugh with the fandom. It makes me so happy that at least one person finds my posts interesting 🤧

Much love and have a great day🥰

#hopefully my rants make sense😀#thanks for the message!#love reading everyone’s thoughts!!#even tho Mario is not a nice guy I still love him😔✊🏼#ysblf #betty la fea #yo soy betty la fea

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