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thedanishcatgirl · 2 days ago

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The idea that their timid, little, shy, book loving, wizard had a wife was weird enough, but that wasn't the most surprising part. No, that was the fact, that the massive woman stepping through the selfmade entrance, whom presumably must be the aforementioned wife, was a tall fearsome looking fey. Her antlers where sharp, her body looked to be made of blackened branches covered in deadly looking thorns and her furious eyes glowed a fiery red like her hair.

Through the ringing in his ear the bard could faintly hear their wizard calling out to her wife.

"Careful darling we don't want the cage to fall down into the acid!"

The fay woman's only answer was a terrifying growl, but there was no more explosions. Not like that was needed anyway, since the floor was torn up, and massive thorny vines where rapidly growing out from the floor choking any still alive. She quickly walked over to them, took a hold of their cage, and swiftly yanked it free from the chain, then stomped out of the castle with their cage dangling from her hand. As they where carried away he saw the castle was quickly being overgrown with the vines, and he knew for certain that soon all that would be left was a crumbling ruin. This was gonna make one epic song.

Too terrified to speak he decided to shift his focus onto his party. Their wizard was looking concered up at her wife. Their sorcerer had passed out from either his injuries, or their terrifying rescurer. Their rouge was looking a bit too impressed, but then again, she was always addicted to danger. And their ever confident paladin, looked to be locked in a state of shock. He tried to get her to snap out of it, but she was completely unresponsive, so he tried his best to hum a little tune and heal their sorcerer. It wasn’t much, he was afterall not their main healer and not on his a game, but it was enough to get their sorcerer up. He was groggy and clearly still rough, but as soon as he noticed their surroundings, and who held their cage he panicked. Luckily he was out of spells, which rendered him pretty harmless, and a quick calm emotions stopped the worst of it.

"What is happening, where are we and who is THAT?!"

"Calm down she rescued us. Remember wizard said she messaged her wife to come save us? Well here she is I think she decided easiest way to get us all to a safer place was keeping us in the cage."

But their sorcerer just looked confused at him. Perhaps he hadn't fully registered the conversation before, which was certainly a possibility considering he was very hurt. That would mean he had no idea the woman who attacked the castle, and now held their cage was an ally, making this terrifying experience all the more scary. Worst of all their sorcerer was practically a teenager, and the easiest scared of their group, and this had been bad enough to leave their fearless paladin shocked. So he did what he had done so many nights and comforted their sorcerer.

"Shh it's all right we are safe she won't hurt us"

"It doesn't make sense, this isn't right, what are you talking about, wizard can't be married to an archfey, why would someone so powerful care about small insignificant mortals"

Archfey? Fuck he knew she was clearly powerful, but he hadn't realised just how much. But at soon as sorcerer said it, he knew it was true. Maybe paladin knew and at that was why she was so terrified. He didn't know much about archfey other than legends and songs, and those where always about how dangerous and fickle they where. How in all the hells did wizard get to call one her wife?

After a little bit they entered an ancient looking forest, and finally their wizard decided to speak.

"Sweetie, don't you think it's about time you put us down? We are in our forest now, nothing can hurt us here. We would all really love to get out of this stupid cage, and I definitely owe my friends some explanations. They can't really appreciate the beauty of our home like this, and I would hate their first impressions of it being bad."

Gently she sets the cage down, and shrinks to a still tall, but slightly more manageable, size.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WARNED YOU NOT TO GET OVER YOUR HEAD! You know I love you and support your little adventuring hobby, but you are so fragile, and I wish I could follow you, but my duties prevent that which means I can't protect you, and I hate that!"

Slowly their wizard limped over to her wife, seemingly not concerned at all about the thorns. Unfortunately that exposed just how badly injured she was, which her wife clearly only noticed now.

"HOW DARE THEY HURT YOU LIKE THAT! They did not deserve to die so mercifully!" It was followed by more curses in a language he didn't understand, but the intent was clear as day. The party was too preoccupied with trying not to think about what she considered doing, if that, was merciful in her eyes. It didn't matter what they had done to them, he was pretty sure those screams would haunt all their dreams, as long as they lived.

The wizard didn't look to be the least bit fazed, instead she gently caressed her furious wife, deftly avoiding the thorns.

"Shh it's all right darling, I'm safe now." She said followed by more reassurances, in what he suspected was the same language her wife had cursed in.

As the woman calmed down, they saw her body literally transform along with her mood. Slowly the fire in her hair diminished until it looked more like branches, her eyes changed into a piercing green, her wooden body became brown, the thorns receded and now she was just slightly taller than them. But while it was clear she was calmer now, that fire seemed to be just under the surface, like a forest that had just been ravaged by fire, and only needed a little spark to send it ablaze again.

"Why didn't you message me sooner?" She almost pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I thought we could escape on our own, and didn't want to worry you unless absolutely necessary." He can't help but notice the tears in her eyes. "Also kinda hoped that when I did introduce them to you, it would be a bit less terrifying." She adds with a tiny sliver of humour in her voice.

"Hmm I forgive you my foolish little flower." She says, as she touches her forehead to their wizard's. Apprapo flowers, he noticed that her hair has sprouted leaves and even a few flowers, and her body was being covered by moss and lichen. Hopefully that meant her mood has approved significantly.

Looking at their party he concluded that their sorcerer was hiding behind their rouge, who was trying their best to make him feel protected, and their paladin was still completely out of it, which it seemed their wizard had finally registered, but then again it was probably fair, that she had been to preoccupied with her wife.

"Darling do you think you could help her?" She asked to which her wife responded by gently touching her finger to their paladin and casting, what he recognised as a much stronger calm emotions than his. She wisely took a few steps back letting wizard stand in front as paladin slowly became more aware of her surroundings.

"Hey look at me we are safe now, there is nothing to worry about. There is no danger anymore I promise you."

"But but, that's, they they, danger I can't, I can't protect, I'm, I'm not even, He, you don't"

It was clear that while she was definitely calmer now, she was still very scared, which surprised him, because with the power of an archfey, she could easily have completely overpowered her fear. But perhaps she wasn't gonna just completely charm her wife's friend, which surely was a good sign.

"Shh shh it's alright, I know you're scared, I know you're all scared and we understand that. What just happened was very scary, and I know the reputation archfey have, but please just trust me when I say, that none of us are in any danger."

"You just say that because she has charmed you!" Sorcerer bravely answers.

"I don't think so," you counter. "Why not just charm all of us, or at least charm paladin, which she clearly didn't, since she is still scared. Why be so concerned with wizards safety, and so quick to forgive? I must admit I have no clue how in the hells it happened, but they clearly love each other very much, and she has been nothing but helpful, so I believe wizard when she says we are safe."

At that wizard smiles, clearly pleased she managed to convince someone.

"Maybe we could at least give them a chance. It's not like we have any way of escaping if she is messing with us," rouge tentatively says.

Sorcerer doesn't say anything, but at least he wasn't complaining or actively freaking out, witch admittedly was a pretty low bar, but considering the day they have had, was gonna have to be good enough.

Paladin looked to be very unsure, but maybe it was the calm emotions, maybe her desire to believe her friend, or maybe she was just too exhausted to do anything but listen.

"Well this is my wife Sevanonna. We have been together for almost 20 years, and I love her with all my heart, but despite all my books and her amazing company, I started to go a little stir crazy a while ago, and really missed adventuring, so after a lot of convincing and safety measures, like this ring I used to communicate with her, I left our home and soon found you guys." As soon as she stopped her nervous rant, her wife took over.

"Like you mortals say, if you love someone you let it go, and if they love you they will come back. Not that I ever worried that was the reason she wouldn't return."

"How in the hells did a shy timid little bookworm like you, snag someone so fiercely powerful?" asked rouge, voicing the question he had been too scared to ask.

"Oh she stumbled into my domain on accident in her ever growing search for knowledge, and she was just so sweet and kind and adorable, I couldn't find it within myself to punish her. I was curious and lonely, so we made a very simple deal. I would help her with gaining knowledge, if she would keep me company. As fun as messing with mortals can be, it doesn't keep me entertained for very long, and I don't particularly care for the company of my fellow archfey. We couldn't help but fall for each other, and by now that deal has been null and void for a very long time."

As she spoke, she looked at their wizard with such strong fondness it was impossible not to believe, and he already knew once he had pressed wizard for some more details, he was gonna create the most beautiful love ballad the world had ever seen out of this.

It seemed sorcerer and paladin had decided to very tentatively trust their story as well, or maybe just given up. Afterall they knew rouge was right. They didn't really have a choice.

"Well then show us to your home then. I'm dying to see what kind of fantastical place you live in, if this forest is anything to go by!" He decided to say as a way of lightning their spirits. Rouge ended up carrying sorcerer, who was too weak to do anything but curl up in her, thankfully deceptively strong, arms. And he supported paladin as they walked, to the best of his abilities. Sevanonna seemed to understand, that although she could definitely simply carry them all, it was better to not intervene.

Later that night, or perhaps it was technically the next day, he wasn't sure and didn't really care, he found himself alone with paladin. For while he wasn't the least bit surprised by sorcerer and rouge, palsdin's actions seemed wholly out of character, and he was determined to find out why.

"Hey you all right there?" Paladin turned to look at him with a panicked look for half a second, until it seemed like she remembered who he was. She must have been lost in her mind again.

"I'm, I'm fine." She said with a hint of her usual confidence, although it was clear she definitely wasn't.

"I know you are usually the one who does this, but if you wanna talk about it, I promise to lend an ear and not tell anyone." She looked like she was considering it. "Everyone needs someone to lean on, once in a while. You don't have to be our strong confident leader all the time. I'm pretty sure you would say something like that, if you where me." That last part at least managed to produce a tiny snort.

"I... my mother she, she made a deal with an archfey a long time ago. But she was tricked and understemated the price. She ... it took my youngest sister and when she tried to stop that she," at this point paladin broke down sobbing. He tried his best not to loose it at the sound that felt so wrong coming from her, and decided to rub circles on her back like she usually did. When that didn't help, he decided to stop being her and just do what he was best at, which was performing. So he summoned his dulcimer and started playing a comforting tune, and trying to do his best to put some sort of bardic magic into it.

"I was about the age of sorcerer, and suddenly I was the oldest in our little family. I had to be the responsible one, I had to protect us. That is why I devoted myself to my god, to make sure no chaotic or evil forces would ever mess with those I loved ever again. But not even the gods could stop them from deciding to start their own lives, once they got older. They moved on, and I didn't really fit into their lives anymore. I tried to devote myself even more, and create my own life too. And when I found you it felt like I had a family I could protect again. But I failed." And with that she collapsed and starting sobbing even harder than before. What she said made sense. She definitely was the mother of their group, not just because of her age, and a fiercely protective one at that. That was clearly something she had in common with their wizard's wife. And with that kind of tragic backstory, who could blame her. He could also see why she must have panicked like that when a threatening archfey suddenly appeared, and why she felt like she had failed in protecting them. She couldn't risk trusting that this wasn't some elaborate trick. He probably couldn't do anything about that, but he couldn't let her believe they saw her as a failure.

"No. You have not failed us. We are all still together, surely that counts for something? I can promise you if it wasn't for you, we would have all destroyed each other, or at the very least left. You have always been our glue, whether it was settling differences, or patching us up. You protected us all during that fight, and is the only reason sorcerer isn't dead now. But we are all adults here, or mostly, and you don't have to protect us all the time. Let us protect you too. We are a team, and that means we all have each other's backs. We are all here, we are safe, or at the very least not in active danger, we can rest and recover now, and afterwards we can talk about ensuring it doesn't get so bad again. But we are all alive, and if you hadn't been here, things would have gone so much worse, so cut yourself some slack alright?

"Hmm" was all he got from her before she fell asleep. It was good that she had relaxed enough to get some rest, he just had to hope she had heard his words, and taken them to heart.

An adventuring party is in a cage suspended over acid the wizard clears his throat "I just sent a message to my wife she should be here to save us soon." "Wait your married?" Said the rouge "more importantly what is she gonna." The paladin is interrupted by a massive explosion.

#This got long #Probably would be smoother with names but I liked the idea of referring them by class #Also figuring out names suck #my writing #writing prompt #creative writing #dnd

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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 3 days ago

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i see the light.

ft; nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi

synopsis: the moment when it was only you and him in the world.

nagi seishiro

the sound of persistent hums of the heater and tappings of thumbs to screens on nagi’s phone soothed you.

due to the harsh and frankly unexpected winter, the power had went out in the school dorms. you had been horrified; it was dark out, you couldn’t even see in your dorm, and you were alone. if only you still lived with your parents like reo instead of deciding to live in the crappy school dorms because you wanted to be more mature.

when you thought of reo, that’s when a brilliant idea had wove its way into your mind. you could just go to nagi’s dorm instead! he’s too much of a pacifist to get angry at you, he lived close, and he’s got a nice heater too. you had silently crept out of your room and into nagi’s room, knowing that he thought that it was too much of a hassle to lock the door.

now you were lying down next to nagi’s figure, who was sitting up and clicking away at the buttons on his phone from the game. nagi was quiet; he could tell that you were cold and tired, and he didn’t feel the need to bother you any further. plus, it would be a hassle to.

well, that was until nagi heard the soft snores.

“hey, hey.” nagi placed his phone face down next to him, leaning down to look at you. locks of your hair was in your face, a small line of drool at the corner of your lips. “you’re asleep? hey. it’s too much of a hassle to move you away. and there’s only one bed.”

at your lack of response, nagi poked your arm. no reponse. he your cheek. still no response. nagi eventually decided to stop and just pull an all nighter; the leaks of the sequel to his favorite game was coming out tonight anyways.

nagi looked at you for a little longer, his eyes lingering at your face before zeroing in at your lips. “you’re not that bad when you’re asleep.” nagi mumbled. his eyes softened; he didn’t mind this. sure, it was a hassle for someone else to sleep in his bed, but this was you. and for some strange reason, nagi’s chest felt all warm and tight. he didn’t understand this, but the feeling was addicting, and he wanted more.

the lights and power may have been out, but the light that you beamed was enough to light up his entire world.

michael kaiser

kaiser knows that having been put in jail at age 15 definitely necessarily scream “im such a good influence and good person!” to most people.

most people.

kaiser knows that you’re not most people when he is let out of jail—due to the efforts of ray dark—and you’re right outside sprinting towards him and tackling him with a bear hug. sobs escaping you as you squeezed him. “mihya! god, you’re back! i was so worried for you in there!”

kaiser was in love with you. when you laughed, warmth pooled at his stomach and happiness filled his veins. but when you cried, kaiser felt the need to kill whatever is making you cry, to make you smile again. but kaiser didn’t know that it was love. he didn’t know that what he was seeking had been in you, his childhood best friend, all along.

“you…you’re here. why? i was in jail.” kaiser muttered. “shouldn’t you be in school or something? you shouldn’t be here.” at that, your jaw dropped, and you stepped back, hands gripping his shoulders.

“mihya! what are you saying? i could care less about day or two of school when my literal best friend is in jail for something that he didn’t even do! you worried me to death, mihya!” your eyebrows knit together, looking up at him. kaiser noticed how pale you were, the dark eyebags under your beautiful eyes as if you haven’t slept in days.

suddenly, kaiser felt as if a weight heavier than his father was on his shoulders. you didn’t sleep because of him. you looked so pale because of him. you were upset because of him. kaiser felt doubts cloud his mind again; at the end of the day, he really was no different from his father. “just because im your best friend? that’s stupid. im not worth that much.”

your eyes widened before they narrowed, and you grasped onto his shoulder tightly. kaiser knew this would leave a mark later, although he could care less. you should leave. you shouldn’t be here. you should be at school. you shouldn’t waste your life on a piece of shit like him. you deserve better than a fucked up subhuman like him. you glared at him, your hands trembling from how tightly your grip was on his shoulder. from that alone, kaiser knew that he fucked up.

“michael fucking kaiser, you’re my best friend and the love of my life, and you better not say that again. you are worth it. you are most definitely worth each and every moment of my time. you hear me?!” you shook kaiser back and forth. but kaiser couldn’t focus on your current actions, a phrase that you had called him of all people was tattooed onto his mind.

love of your life.

he was the love of your life.

and suddenly, kaiser wasn’t subhuman. he wasn’t a piece of shit. he wasn’t an accident. he wasn’t hated by everyone. he wasn’t weak. he wasn’t not worth it.

he was loved. loved by you.

and kaiser will be grateful for that even in the afterlife.

isagi yoichi

blue lock had changed isagi.

at least, that was what everyone said. his parents, his classmates, his former soccer teammates, his friends, even isagi himself. but not you. you didn’t say that or think that. blue lock didn’t change isagi, it had instead just awakened something hidden inside of isagi.

that might be why your reaction to isagi’s goal at the end of the blue lock fetuses u20 japan match was so underwhelming. you were his lover; you should have been more enthusiastic about it. instead, you only stared down mindlessly before smiling and clapping. isagi had looked up at you with a smile when he was celebrating with his blue lock teammates, in which you had waved at.

then came the 2 week break.

you had been on a walk with isagi like old times, before he had left for blue lock. a heavy silence was over your shoulders; isagi himself thinks that he’s changed, after all. the sunset painted your’s and isagi’s cheeks bright red.

“do you mind that i’ve changed?” isagi finally stammered out. he braced himself for some harsh answers and disapproving shaking of heads, but was instead met with more long silence before a single word.

“no.”

he glanced at you, shocked. “i don’t think you’ve changed at all, yoichi. im glad. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this happy to be playing soccer.” you looked up at him, a soft smile playing at your lips. “it just awakened something inside of you.”

but isagi wasn’t satisfied. not yet. “you don’t mind that im practically throwing my life away for my soccer career? i won’t be able to just call or text you whenever i want to at blue lock, you know.” you giggled gently before sighing.

“i know you can’t, yoichi. but you’re happy, right? and you’re living your best life right now. so who am i to interfere? as long as you’re happy, then you can be whatever or whoever you want to be. i’ll always be there.”

at your words, the ice in your tension melted before isagi looked at you once again. even without the golden setting sun, you still looked like you were an angel, glowing with the most ethereal of purity and the most precious of love.

a/n: title is obviously from the tangled song. i literally love that song so much oh my god.

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zzbubblegumbitchzz · 23 hours ago

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teach me? // Quinn Hughes

a drunk conversation leaves your best friend wondering.

AN: based off this anon, this is the first of a few ideas i have for this topic so enjoy part one!🫶🏻

WC: 1.1k

CW: smut, quinn talks you through it, fem masturbating, a little bit of possessive quinn.

Quinn knows he should leave, he knows he shouldn't break your trust and listen but his feet won't move. He can hear your giggles, not a sign of discomfort in the conversation. A drastic difference from anytime you've been around the guys when these topics are brought up.

“y/n! Are you telling me you’ve never gotten off?!” There was another laugh, he couldn't tell who. Too focused on your answer. How could no one treat you right? No one’s found pleasure between your thighs? Tragedy for them, he thought to himself.

“Oh my god, no. I have gotten off, just not manually? If that makes sense. Like, no one else. No hands, nothing but the handy dandy vibrator.”

He needed to leave, his mind wandering and he knew all the guys would just chirp at him if he walked back with a hard on.

Everyone started to slowly make their way to bed, calling it a night yourself around 1:30. Your room right across from Quinn’s. You knew he was already locked away, trying your best to stay quiet while you were in and out of the bathroom that shared a wall.

Finally settling in your bed and grabbing your phone, seeing a text from Quinn. Come here, please. Followed with another text, Don't knock, just come in.

“Hi Q.” He was quick to pat his bed, “I need to ask you something, and you can tell me no or to fuck off and I wont ever bring it up again. I just, I need to ask.” You nodded at the man, who's now pacing. “I’m telling on myself and I'm sorry in advance. I was walking by when you and the girls were chatting and somethings been stuck in my head since and it makes me feel so bad because you absolutely don't deserve that kind of shit treatment. Oh god, I'm rambling. Anyways, no one ever made you cum? I can show you, oh my god I need to shut up.”

Your face was flushed, your nerves were setting in. Did Quinn just offer to get me off?

As if he could read my mind, “I don’t have to do it! I can just tell you what to do. Like you get yourself off and I just kind of lead the way.”

“You wanna teach me how to make myself cum?” Your voice was small, he was sure if he wasn’t staring at you he wouldn’t have heard. He nodded.

“Yeah, okay. Teach me, Quinny.”

That dumb conversation led you here. On his bed, pj shorts on the floor, legs spread and Quinn watching you from his desk chair.

You were both giggly about it. The nerves settled, it seemed a little funny, silly even. But he's your best friend. Who cares? All bad thoughts went away the second your legs spread and the man's eyes went a little wide, pupils blown as he watched your hand roam down your body.

“Fuck. You’re pretty.” He whispered to himself.

This wasn't sexy, well it wasn't meant to be, at least to your brain.

“Uh, like this?" you asked, a little embarrassed. "Fuck, this is stupid."

You were against his pillows, unable to fully look at Quinn who was still at his desk, starry eyes watching you intently.

Your hand was down the front of your body, shaky fingers searching for something you shared you'd never been able to achieve on your own.

Quinn adjusted himself, his growing cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. Forever wishing he put on boxers before you came to his room.

He didn't know the rules when it came to getting yourself off in front of your best friend. So he kept it a little light, laughed breathily and asked, "Are you even touching your clit?”

His words ran through you, a simple question truly but it was bordering on the dirty talk you desperately craved to come from his mouth.

You squirmed, shrugging, but he was watching your hand move, content with seeing your fingers moving through your folds.

"I think so?" you claimed. "I don't know. It's just, it's too wet to feel anything really."

Quinn felt his breath get stuck in his throat.

You finally looked up at his face and watched his cheeks burn, wondering if he'd move closer if you asked him to.

You dont know what fell out of your mouth, your brain is just on autopilot. Quinn’s now at the edge of his bed. Hands holding your ankle, rubbing softly.

"No, I know. fuck, um-" Quinn swallowed, shifting again. "Move in circles, be a bit softer. Fuck, sweetheart. Yeah, you'll feel it."

So you did, two fingers exploring slowly, up and down between your folds, moving a little higher until you reached the spot he was just picking on you for, the pads of your middle and pointer touching a little bump that made your breath hitch.

“There you go, just like that.” He spoke.

You laughed to yourself, feeling stupid, and floaty, searching for that high. You crinkled your nose, as you did slow circles, soft and shy.

"Oh," you mumbled, mouth parting slightly. Still watching Quinn. He pressed his lips together, eyes flickering from your hand to your face.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?"

"Uh huh, feels good."

You thought you heard him let out a groan.

"Will I come?" you asked, still feeling small. "If I keep doing this?"

You were squirming again, moaning softly, chasing your high. He was watching you, open mouthed.

He was too far gone to try and hide it anymore, when he dragged his palm over himself, you moaned, eyes following his movements.

"Yeah, fuck. just keep doing that. Do what feels good, okay?" voice hoarse and wrecked, "you're doing so good, baby."

The praise made your hips lift from the bed a little, fingers moving down a little further, confidence building as Quinn kept rubbing over his cock, "Holy shit, that's fucking hot. You gonna show me how tight you are?" he croaked.

"Uh huh", head tipped back into the pillows. you wanted him to keep talking. You just didn't know how to ask him.

Your foot slipped, bumping into Quinn’s arm and he caught your ankle, wide palm wrapping around as he held you, making you shiver. "Oh, there you go," he murmured. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so good. Gonna have to stretch you out more if you ever want me in there, baby. Fuck. Can't believe you're gonna let me watch you cum. Gonna be a good girl and show me how bad you want it? Won't ever need anyone else after this. Just me and you."

#qh43 #quinn hughes blurb #quinny my beloved🫶🏻#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes headcanon #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes x y/n

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suzukiblu · 3 days ago

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Fourth 1k of the thank-you 5k I promised y'all behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon bites his lip and kind of wishes–kind of wishes Red Tornado wouldn’t leave, maybe? But . . . well, the cape smells as much like him as anything does–as much as metal and wires and machinery can smell like someone, anyway–and it’s, like . . . Red Tornado’s leaving it with him. And he gave it to him. So it’s like . . . so he has it. Because Red Tornado just . . . gave it to him.

He sniffles; scrubs the sleeve of his jacket across his face. Then he plays back the video again to figure out how to fold it up right and jumps around a bit to find the different ways the omega in it uses different things. He only used Suzie’s blanket as, like–a base or a lining, kinda, and Cissie’s towel wasn’t all that big and everything else was either clothes or scent blockers, so he’s not sure what to do with something this big. Like, he could just layer it over Suzie’s, but if he’s trying to fill up some space and really make a nest . . .

The best thing she makes with a blanket in the video–which, like, obviously that’s the closest they’re getting to a cape, in this situation–the best thing is her folding a fluffy leopard-print blanket into a big squishy-looking heart, which he just thinks is fucking cool to be able to do. Like, he is definitely not putting anything heart-shaped in this nest, but it’s definitely cool. She also made some flowers and stuff like that, but those were all with little stuff like handkerchiefs and towels and, like, also not actually a shape he wants to put in his nest. That’s, like–decorative, or whatever. That kind of stuff’s for . . .

Like, that’s what moms do so their nests are cute for their–pups, and all. They make, like . . . little folded animals and flowers and shapes to line the edge of the nest; stuff like that. So they can, like–nest with their pups. Make things, like . . . cute, yeah. Fun for them, and fun little things to teach them how to do themselves, if they’re, like–omegas too, or whatever.

So . . . yeah.

. . . he guesses sometimes also omegas who are inviting a suitor or datemate or whatever in make flowers or cool little shapes too, but . . .

It doesn’t matter. Kon couldn’t even have pups, even if he, like–wanted to, or whatever, and he’s definitely not dating anybody or anything, so–yeah. Not relevant.

He figures he’ll probably just, like–roll Red Tornado’s cape up, really. He remembers the omega in the video making a rolled pillow-thing with the edges tucked in so it wouldn’t, like, instantly unroll, and that seems like something that’d work pretty good. Definitely it’ll make a bigger pillow than any of the other stuff has, too. She also made a triangle and a donut-shape and, like, obviously a square and a rectangle, but the roll just seems like . . . he doesn’t know, just it seems . . .

It–feels best, he thinks, and isn’t sure if that’s that whole “listening to your inner omega” thing the video was talking about or not, but it’s . . . it makes him feel kinda–good, thinking maybe it is. Maybe it’s, like . . . maybe he has a little bit of those . . . instincts, or whatever.

He . . . did wanna nest, before he presented. He just, like . . . he just . . .

He did wanna, he admits to himself.

He rolls up Red Tornado’s cape and tucks the ends of it in like in the video, then carefully sets it against the side of the nesting pit opposite of everyone else’s “pillows” and tries to make sure it’s, like–kinda fluffed, he guesses, or at least as fluffed as a folded cape can get. Just–full, he guesses.

It��s still pretty bare-looking for a nest, but Kon feels a weird twisty sort of . . . feeling, kinda. Like he did–something good, kinda. He really wants more stuff in it, though, but–

The video’s still playing, and the omega in it holds up a denim jacket and then starts folding that into a pillow, and Kon realizes he’s a total dumbass. He is literally still wearing his jacket, for crying out loud, like–geez, how was his jacket not the first thing he used? He doesn’t need his own scent, obviously, but it’d still be another pillow’s worth of space and hell, he’s used it as a pillow before, even. Like, in the field or on the road or on set or just, like . . . wherever. And like–fuck it, even if he doesn’t need his own scent, he still likes it.

Well, like–he means he still likes his jacket, but honestly the cream soda pheromones are, like . . .

He just–it’s an omega scent. A really omega scent. One nobody’d ever, ever mistake for a beta’s or alpha’s.

So . . . yeah, he likes his scent too.

“I’m a moron, buddy,” he tells the Super-Cycle with a wry snort as he takes his sunglasses out of the pocket of his jacket to toss into the front seat with Bart’s weird cowboy boots and spurs and hat, because like, obviously those are not nest-friendly and he doesn’t wanna accidentally snap or crush ‘em. He goes through enough pairs as it is, seriously. Really he should ditch his own boots and probably his gloves up there too, but, like–later, probably. Once he’s built up his–nest a little more, with whatever Red Tornado’s gonna bring him. Because, like–Red Tornado said he was gonna bring him more stuff to use.

Kon feels that weird twisty feeling again, like something’s good, and then huffs at himself and rewinds the video a little so he’ll be able to follow along with the omega on-screen. She’s got denim, not leather, but it can’t be that different a folding process, right?

So yeah, that’ll work, he decides as the video resumes playing right before the jacket-folding and he strips his jacket off to–

–to–

Kon strips his jacket off and catches a trace of–a trace of a scent, just briefly, and remembers–

Superman touched his jacket, earlier.

And his jacket still smells like . . . like Superman’s blockers, and the muddied not-really-there traces of pheromones that he’s never fully scented underneath them, and . . .

His jacket smells like Superman.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #young just us #young justice #wip: yj packs up and gets pupped #omegaverse

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zomboivex · 1 day ago

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Getting personal for a moment. But I feel it’s important to share, anyways.

When I was married, everyone in my life gaslit me to believe I was terrible with managing my money. Any personal expensive was noted as frivolous and wasteful. Bought some fabric for my hobby of dress-making with money I earned from a bonus?

That could have been used for the water bill next month!

Had a $1000 bonus? No. That’s for the house mortgage that he didn’t let my name exist on even though I paid for majority of the renovations because he was content letting the kitchen sit in disarray with thick dust in the air. Causing me to have severe allergy attacks every day.

Called off sick?

How could you? We have bills to pay!!!!

Go through extreme harassment at work?

No. You’re making it up. It’s an excuse to take a day off and relax.

Ignore the fact that he called off regularly because he had headaches while I was shamed into going to work despite having the flu.

Set up a joint account where only I contributed to put money in for bills to pay. Because he would pay from his account. Then he’d constantly drain the joint account for ‘bills’ and then spend his money on who even knows. We had 2 maxed out credit cards in his name.

But this was so normal to me. Because I grew up like this. I grew up with my ‘support system’ telling me this is normal. Telling me that I am the problem.

And I believed it.

I believed that everything that was wrong was me.

I didn’t know he was $7,000 in debt until our divorce where he was demanding I pay it off.

I never did find out what he used that money on. I suspect it was on his gaming addiction and my alleged ‘best friend’ he was sleeping with.

When I finally got out of that relationship, I was in financial ruin. I had nothing in my name. At 30.

I lost everything. (Except for the car that I begged for him to let me take and 3 of my 4 cats).

I lost the house I lived in for years. It was all in his name. There was nothing I could do about it. Because we were ‘only married for 3 years’ despite being together for 10.

I had no furniture to take with me. Save for a couch. That I couldn’t actually take because I had no place to go. I was couch surfing or sleeping in my car at this time.

I lost my dream job because my ‘friend’ worked there as well. And while they were beyond accommodating to my situation, I could no longer mentally handle being there nor could I handle the hour drive once I did find a place to live.

$1000 down on a new apartment.

Car broke down a month later. $1000 down on a new car.

Said car was stolen twice. Can’t even begin to tell you how much money that leeched out of my savings.

$23,000 (with health insurance) for surgery due to appendicitis.

All in a year after divorce.

It was defeating. It was so fucking hard.

In a span of a year I went through multiple life crises events. I can feel how it physically changed my ability to process information. In a way, I’ve become ‘dumber’ because of it. I can’t hold onto information. I have a hard time reading and staying focused.

Only reason I was able to even financially get through all of that was because I had some money saved from a lawsuit at the job that was harassing me that I wound up winning after the divorce. That and I finally caved in and got a credit card (my credit score was good) and a couple of personal loans.

I’m still paying it all off. It has been so fucking hard.

And I’ve been going through waves of hating myself for being so naive to feeling terrible for what I’ve been through because I didn’t see anything wrong with what I experienced as it was happening. And I’m finally coming to my own form of peace with this. But it was hard.

I had been with him for 10 years.

I don’t love easily. But I did love him. Even if I showed it in odd ways. I wouldn’t have married him, otherwise.

And then when everyone around me said I was the problem, I believed them.

Even now, I have an incredibly hard time understanding when I am truly in the wrong with a situation or if my reaction to things are justified.

I didn’t realize I was being put through mental and financial abuse by so many people around me.

I wish I could hug me from a few years ago and let them know they are so strong for going through all of this. But that they shouldn’t have had to be so strong for so long.

I wish I could hug every woman on the planet that has been through anything where they had to ‘be strong’ to survive while thinking it’s normal.

Baby, it’s not normal. You deserve so much more in this world.

You deserve your own freedom and a support system that values you and lets you know when you’re going through actual bullshit instead of painting you as the villain.

To all the women out there who go through these things; I love you. I see you.

maybe i’m a joyless bitch but i actually do NOT think it’s funny to see women being like “the house is just in my husbands name” or “my husband makes all the money” or “i don’t even know who our mortgage is with” or “the only bank account/credit card is his and i get an allowance” like i do NOT find that cute or romantic and i am begging these women to Stand Up. you should at least be named on the deed to your house and the title to your car and the bank accounts even if you don’t pay for them/earn all the money. you can’t stop existing in the eyes of the law and the credit unions simply because you have a husband. if you’re raising his children and washing his socks half of everything he’s got is yours and it needs to be yours LEGALLY BY NAME. "he takes such good care of me :)" girl you are a PRISONER!! that’s all

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becausebuckley · 22 hours ago

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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 6!

and what a week it's been... idk about you all, but i'm very much looking forward to all the 8b spec fic after seeing That One Leak...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a graveyard in blue | moonlightmornings/@moonlight-mornings | 12.9k | GA

After a call goes south because of limited resources and an equipment malfunction, Eddie's brave move to rescue a young girl takes a nasty turn. i love how this captures the energy and vibe of a rescue!! genuinely feels straight out of an episode <3

and i'd do it over and over again | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.4k | E

Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions". oh when i tell you i savoured this one... such a wonderful fic that captures buddie's first time so so perfectly!! i love how their dynamic is written here <3

everything in between | simplyylupin | 2.1k | T

They’re quiet for a moment, mulling over the unsaid, and then Buck’s bringing his phone closer to his face, eyes squinting. “Are you naked?” the absolute codependency of these two <3 so good!!

hot ghost problems | ebjameston/@ebjameston | 40.9k | T

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. this was a reread! i was reminded of the magic system here and revisited it - can confirm that magic and ghosts and all that are so very good here, and i love the diaz siblings!!

i'll tell them put me back in it (and i would do it again) | paleredheadinascifi | 4.8k| T

Eddie doesn't know how to make his listening history private. Buck doesn't know what to do with the words in front of his eyes. Chris cannot believe he has to deal with either of them. the sheer brilliance of this concept... such a lovely look at the buckley-diaz dynamics! i was smiling the whole way through <3

it's golden, like daylight | rarakiplin/@hoediaz | 8.7k | T

“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?” such wonderful firefam dynamics!! i read this last week, i think, and already reread it this past week as well. a new favourite for sure <3

lonely little love dog | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 24k | M

When the 118 is closed for reconstruction after an earthquake, Buck is a floater for different stations around the city. He tries not to let it get to him. Much. this is such a fascinating look at buck's character!! and i LOVED the mara scene <3

parabola | semperama/@semperama | 4.6k | T

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” truly no fic captures the angst with a happy ending tag like this. also this fic is how i learned that there's a special ao3 tag for eddie's will, which sounds about right. anyway, point is, this is wonderful!!

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love | lemonzestywrites/@lemonzestywrites | 25.7k | E

After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise. a reread of one of my favourite fics <3 there's something about the intersection of smut and feelings realisation and introspection in this fic that just hits so very hard, it's lovely <3

the whale fall principle | fastcardotmp3/@fastcardotmp3 | 95.5k | M

Daniel Buckley lives, but he’s still deciding what that means. Maddie is having a baby, but it isn’t her husband’s. And Evan knows his purpose. Until he doesn’t anymore. okay so definitely heed the creator chose not to use archive warnings tag here (there are specific warnings in the chapter notes) but holy shit, this fic. genuinely the best buckley sibling dynamics i have read, like, maybe ever. such a wonderful eddie and chimney and everyone, and such gorgeous writing!! if this one sounds up your alley, you're in for a treat <3

to ebb and flow | akapeterman/@akapeterman | 5.1k | GA

buck is sick, eddie is worried, and christopher is an angel. they'll be okay. i've really been vibing with sickfics lately, can you tell? this is another lovely lovely fic, such great hurt/comfort/domestic fluff!!

wait for me to come home | written_promises | 1.9k | GA

Eddie comes back home to LA from Texas to find Buck waiting for him… in his bed. Because he’s been living in Eddie’s home. and eddie's bed is exactly where buck should be<3 so soft and sweet and beautiful!!

we return to each other in waves | cozycatwriter/@leon-trans-kennedy | 3.1k | GA

“Yes I do. Of course I do. You saved Chris and looked after him the best you could during a tsunami-and you’re still recovering from an embolism from having your leg crushed on the job. The least I could do is look after you and let you stay the night. Besides, Chris would want you to stay.” post-tsunami fics my beloveds <3 it genuinely makes me so happy to see new ones pop up, and this is truly an excellent one!! i love the bed-sharing especially!

you need a friendly hand (and i need action) | AmZamReads | 13.1k | E

Eddie picks up pottery as a hobby and accidentally blows up on Instagram for "accidentally" posting thirst traps of him throwing on the wheel. Buck stumbles across the account and immediately becomes obsessed with Eddie's hands, and horny shenanigans ensues. this fic makes me wish i could make pottery. i love eddie's pottery friends!! and a lovely buddie dynamic too <3

#happy reading everyone!!#i hope you find something you like on this list <3 #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #911 abc #911 fic #911 fic rec #michelle’s recs #fic rec list

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taelortot · 2 days ago

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Mine to keep

Choso Kamo

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Summary: Choso is so very much in love with his best friend but she doesn’t feel the same way.. until she does.

If you see spelling mistakes or name errors, no you didn’t! (Not proof read)

"You look so beautiful, princess." Choso mumbles looking down at y/n. As if her body was molded by God himself, just for him. Fucking made for him— he knew that to be true. Ethereal she is, a fucking angel sent down from heaven, just for him.

"You have no idea how bad I want you" Choso could feel himself getting hard looking at y/n, at how breath taking she truly is. Look at her— laid out all pretty for Choso. Pink cotton panties bunched up in her ass, tits almost spilling out of her tank top, pebbled nipples poking through the thin material. Ready to be worshipped.

"I love you" his voice a low murmur as the camera flashed, he needed to save this moment forever. Palming himself through his jeans while shaking the Polaroid impatiently. Dark eyes trail over her body, taking in her delicate frame, voice inside his head telling him to touch her already. His pretty girl needs him to touch her.

"I love you" Choso said again softly as he rubbed up and down on his hard length in his dark bedroom to the photographs he took of y/n. Some sticky already, some brand new and begging to be tainted.

Oh how beautiful she looked, splayed out, ready to be taken, cunt on display for Chosos perfectly thick cock. His pretty fingers in the photo, pulling her panties to the side to capture the sight of her perfect pussy.

"You'll be mine one day, princess"

Y/n looked so peaceful as she slept, a hard sleeper she is. Not even stirring a little to the sound of someone climbing in through her window or the sound of several clicks of Chosos camera. It’s almost like she was asking for him to do so, since she won’t even notice anyway.

Things that go bump in the night. Seeing shadows in the corner of your eye in a dark room. Feeling like someone is watching you from afar.

These are all normal things everyone experiences. Some chalk it up to their imagination, some say it’s ghosts or spirits. Some ignore it, while some embrace the unknown.

Y/n didn’t know what to make of it. Not the bumps that woke her up from the dead of sleep. Not the shadows she saw outside her bedroom late at night. Not the feeling of someone watching her while she walked down the street. Even when she looked over her shoulder and no one was there. It was a strange feeling— feeling as though someone is watching you.

But alas, no one is there. No one is ever there.

Well.. that’s where y/n was wrong. Someone was always there.

Choso was always there. Watching. Lurking. Waiting.

Y/n chalked it up to being paranoid. She had to be paranoid. She was going crazy for thinking she closed her panty drawer last night.. she must have left it open in the haze of sleep deprivation. Her favorite bra went missing? Y/n must have obviously misplaced it and it would show up sooner or later. Her window left open just a crack? Shit, she must have forgotten to close it before she left for training.

These were all logical explanations for the things happening to y/n over the course of the last two months.

At first it was little things.

Picture frames slightly moved. Lipgloss left out on the vanity. Y/n favorite book left open when it was most definitely closed.

Then, it was much more bold. Much more invasive. Her phone being left open to messages she knew she didn’t open. Toilet seat left up in her bathroom. A glass of water placed by her bed, condensation dripping on the nightstand when she wakes up in the morning. The window by her bed being left open when she gets back home from training.

Which is all very off putting, when y/n knows none of this was her. Absolutely not.

No no no.

It was all Choso.

Skipping his training to lay on her bed just to smell that sweet perfume. It was Choso riffling though her panty drawer to find a pair he had seen peeking out of her pants as she bent over earlier that day. It was Choso who stole y/ns favorite bra that was left in her laundry basket.

It was always Choso.

Choso didn't start out this way actually, it was very gradual, he almost didn't notice it himself.

He had no idea that he was turning into some sort of a stalker for one of his best friends. He had no idea the lengths he was willing to go to keep her all to himself. It was like a light switch of some sort, turning on and staying on.

It was like that creepy attic light that somehow turned on one day, and everyone is too scared to go up and turn it off.. because how did it turn on in the first place? So it just sits, wasting electricity, looming over you, almost mocking you.

So there he was, sitting, looming, stalking y/n. He was so far into it, he was scared to go back.

There was no going back. No going back from whatever this has manifested into. No going back to normal. This was his new normal.

How could he go back? When y/n is his reason to live. She is his fucking oxygen. His everything.

All his years on this earth, and now he really feels like he is truly alive.

When I say it was gradual.. it was.. until everything was full speed ahead and there was no looking back.

There is no going back.

"Morning guys!" Y/n beamed seeing all her friends.

"Morning!" They all chimed in less enthusiastically, no one was as cheery as y/n in the mornings. That may be due to the amount of caffeine y/n intakes.

"Where's Cho?” Y/n felt saddened at the missing presence of her best friend, he was normally always there, waiting with a smile on his face to greet her.

"Still pretty bummed out you wouldn't go on a date with him I guess." Yuji mumbled, earning a head nod from everyone else.

"I don't see what the big deal is! I just don't see him like that" y/n explained herself again for the millionth time. Really not understanding what the big deal was.

"Yeah but you could have just gone on the date and just told him you would rather stay friends" the pink haired one mumbled again, feeling his brothers pain.

"That's not my fault" y/n defended herself with a frown on her face.

Y/n recently turned down a date with Choso. Actually it was the third time Choso asked y/n out. It was never anything personal, she just didn't like him like that. Y/n didn't see anything wrong with it, she didn't understand what all the fuss was about.

Sure, she knew it must have hurt his feelings. She tried her best to not let him down harshly, she tried not to hurt his heart. She knew Choso liked her, she had known for almost a year at this point. It wasn't hard to figure out, Choso was always touchy, but he became a little too touchy with y/n. Choso was suddenly so nervous around y/n, becoming a nervous wreck and stumbling over his words. It was very cute and endearing at first, but slowly became too much of y/n to handle.

"Would you maybe- uh I don't know want to go on a.. on a date with... Me?" Choso asked with his hands fidgeting, his eyes anywhere but y/ns.

"Uhm.. I don't know Cho." Y/n paused once she saw the face he made, instantly frowning like a little puppy once he heard her uncertainty.

"I would like to.. I just don't want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend, and I love you. But I don't think it's the best idea"

And that's how it went three times— Well almost three times. The third time Choso asked, y/n wasn't so nice.

"Choso! Please!" Y/n begged running her fingers through her hair, wanting to pull it out at this point.

"Y/n, I love you. I love you okay? I just want to make you happy, I want to take you out and show you I can be good for you, just give me a chance. Just one?" Choso begged, tears almost spilling in his eyes. His heart breaking as he spoke, he could practically hear the way it cracked inside his chest.

"No Choso. No. I just don't like you okay? I'm sorry but I don't like you like that." She told him, a voice that, Choso believed to have venom laced in it. It must have, because the way her words sliced into him and burned him so deep, it had to have been venom. There’s no way his best friend is standing there, looking down at him while he’s on knees, begging her with tears in his eyes and telling him no. Fingers digging into her hips, trying to pull her close, pull her into the dark abyss of his heart. If she gave him a chance. She would see.

Y/n hated that she had to be like that with him, he just didn't understand where she was coming from.

Choso didn't say anything after that. His gripped softened on y/ns body, pulling away completely. Standing from his knees he wiped his tears as his face turned cold and calloused. Turning away he left y/ns room, slamming her door so loudly the whole building shook from the force.

Choso left with his heart hurting. He didn’t understand why no one has ever liked him. He never met a girl that wanted to go out with him. All 150 years alive, and not one girl wanted to be his. Sure, some girls wanted to fuck him, but that’s it. No one wanted something real. And that’s all that Choso wants, to be loved. He wants to be seen.

When y/n and him became friends, he assumed other girls thought they were an item. Due to how close they are. Being completely honest, they did look like a couple at times. And Choso was sure y/n had feelings for him. He was so fucking sure about... but of course he was wrong.

Choso is always wrong.

Choso always makes the wrong choices, always.

Y/n was now a mark on the checklist of wrong choices.

Wait. Haha. No.

No no no.

Fucking no.

That cannot be correct.

Y/n was the right choice. She just don’t know yet.

But she will.

The two grew up didn’t grow up together, but were so close after only a year of knowing each other, it seemed what way. Attached at the hip, both of them did everything together. Movie nights, hangouts, late night snacks, missions.. everything.

About 5 months ago is when Choso decided he liked y/n. What a glorious day it was to fall in love.

It was a day spent at the lake. The sun shining down, water splashing, a cool breeze. It was such a pretty day to spend with friends.

It happened when he saw y/n come out of the water like she was some sort of model in a magazine. Her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders in the most beautiful way. Skin glistening with small droplets of salty water running down her body— begging to be licked up. Oh god Choso wanted to run his tongue all over her body, drinking in the sweat mixed with lake water.

Her bikini pressed so tight to her body that Choso could see every single crevice that graced y/ns person. Nipples hard and poking through, begging to be pinched and played with. Fuck— her pretty little slit outlined in her bottoms as she laid on her tummy, legs slightly spread, while she tanned.

God he fell in love… maybe a deranged version of love. One that was built mostly on physical attraction.. but it was still love. Chosos version of love.

He remembers when he tried to kiss her.. the first time. And that didn't go so well.

Y/n sort of just laughed it off and pushed him by his shoulders. And that hurt Chosos feelings. It fucking hurt a lot.

She saw him lean in, ready to be kissed and she pushed him away with nervous laughter. He was so sure she wanted him to kiss her! The signs were there! (There were no signs.) but in Chosos mind, she was giving him sign left and right.

Here let’s go down the list.

Y/n held Chosos hand when they crossed a busy road.

Y/n pushed hair out of his face when the wind got wild.

Y/n hugged him goodnight.

See! There were signs that she wanted him to kiss her.

Granted.. there are things she’s always done. But that night it was different. Her intentions were different, Choso was sure of it.

But again, he was wrong.

"Hey Nobara, can you come get me?" Y/n sniffled into her phone.

"Babe what's wrong?" Nobaras voice full of concern, thinking something bad must have happened.

"Riku never showed up"

Y/n felt so stupid, a hot guy from her class asked her on a date and she said yes! And it must have been a cruel prank or something since the guy never showed. Y/n was stood up, she waited for an hour trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, expecting it to be car issues of something.

"I'm on my way, hun"

"It's just embarrassing!" Y/n exclaimed pushing the tears off her cheeks.

"I know, but honestly he wasn't even cute! You can do so much better. Plus he wqs like a super shit sorcerer”

"Yeah I guess.. but like who? No one likes me!"

"Chos—"

"No not him." Y/n snapped at her friend, not to wanting to hear anything she had to say about Choso.

"Okay, I'm just saying. The guy likes you. And youre his best friend."

"I know, Nobara. But, I don't like him, he's just my best friend and that's it" y/n huffed out, she didn't know why everyone was parading Choso around so much, sure he’s a great person. Y/ns best friend and she loves him more than she loves anyone else, but it wasn't a love that could be molded into something it wasn't.

The next day at school y/n was bombarded as she was eating her lunch silently, waiting for the whole group to sit with her.

"Did you hear?" The pink haired one asked, slamming his fists on the lunch table making y/n jump.

"Hear what?" Y/n questioned once her heartbeat somewhat calmed down.

"That guy Riku is dead, the one you were supposed to go out with" Nobara chimed in following the group in suit, taking a seat next to y/n.

"D-dead?" Y/ns eyes were big, eyebrows raising making her forehead wrinkle. Her eyes date back and forth between her two friends.

"Hey guys what going on" Choso smiled as of his heart wasn't completely shattered just a few days ago. The guy had such a way of bringing a light to the room, his smile was one that movie stars wished they had. And no matter how down he was, the smile graced everyone's presence shortly after.

He didn't look at y/n as he sat down across from her, he wanted to save himself the embarrassment.

"Riku is dead" Yuji tells his older brother.

"Murdered actually" the little emo one called Megumi states matter of factly.

"Murdered?!" Y/n raised her voice, not caring who heard her. She’s too sick to her stomach care otherwise.

"Oh man, that's crazy. Do they know who did it?" Choso asks tapping his fingers on the table in a beat no one recognized.

"No, but apparently it was brutal.”

"A bloodbath! The guy got a last minute mission that he could handle on his own. But when he didn’t come back last night, Gojo went looking for him. Turns out the curse was still alive.. but that wasn’t what killed him. Dude was stabbed and beat to death”

"Guys, can you not? Y/n was supposed to go on a date with this kid" Nobara rubbed y/ns shoulder, trying to sooth her friend.

"Man what's up with you? Turning down guys left and right, but the one you say yes to dies" Choso squinted his eyes at y/n, hurt still clearly written all over them.

"What are you trying to say Kamo?" Y/n growled back at him, fist clenching so tightly, crescent moon indents are left on her palms.

"Nothing” Choso shrugs his shoulders.

"Whatever" Y/n dramatically flips her hair back, before standing up. Chair scraping the wooden flooring, grabbing her bag and patting down her skirt to make sure she was covered before stomping away.

"Drama queen" Choso murmured under his breath as he watched her walk away. Watching the saw of her hips as she moves so perfectly.

It had been days. Fucking days or torture. Y/n missed her best friend. Typically after a day the two would be back to normal. But it was different this time. This wasn’t a regular fight.

"Do you think we could talk after school? I miss you sweetheart" Choso leaned up against the locker next to y/ns. Y/n was shocked, she thought that she would have to go to him, but he cracked first.

"Of course Cho. I miss you too. I just want to put all of this behind us" y/n smiled, she wasn't weirded out by the pet name, this was something Choso had called her before he developed feelings.

"Good. Meet me at my room- actually just meet me by the steps, we can walk to the dorms together"

"Sure" she nodded at Chosos suggestion. Y/n couldn't sit still for the rest of the day, watching the clock like a hawk. Of course y/n missed him, it had been a long few days without him being such a constant.

When y/n met Choso outside, he stood with a smug smile on his lips, ready to take his princess home with him. He seemed so happy to see y/n. She shared that award winning smile she had with him and greeted him with a sweet hello. They didn't talk much during the short walk back, waiting to be seated in Chosos room where they could really talk face to face.

The talk went really well, they both were understanding of each other's sides of the story, sharing what their feelings were. Y/n completely understood and held Chosos feelings with so much care, but still set her boundaries with him. Telling him she just didn't like him like that and Choso seemed to understand. Claiming he would do his best to move on but he would be hurt for a while, that was just something y/n would have to be cautious about.

It was like they were back to normal, Choso teasing y/n constantly and y/n teasing him right back, their old friendship they had shared for over a year and a half was back on its feet.

Well… That was until y/n shared with her friend group that she had another date. Choso kept his cool for the time being, not showing his anguish to y/ns face. He seemed happy for her, but it was all a facade. On the inside, Chosos blood was boiling from the inside out, his hands clenching the sides of the table turning his knuckles white.

Why couldn't y/n just choose him?

Why not?

Why couldn't she just be in love with him the way he was with her?

Why can't he just brainwash her or something?

Why was it so fucking damn hard to get one person to fucking love you?!

Choso was ready to smash someone's head through a wall, maybe even y/ns at this point. Her blood would be so pretty covering his hands..

No.

No no that's wrong, he could never hurt y/n, that was so silly of him to even think that.

Just a silly little goose Choso is.

Once again, y/n was stood up. Calling Nobara to come pick her up.

Déjà vu. A broken record.

The same thing happened, y/n all dressed up ready to be wined and dined, and another potential suitor no where to be seen. Nobarawas consulting y/n once again, helping her cheer up and not cry over someone who didn't even care to show up.

But everything happens in patterns, doesn't it?

Would you be surprised if I told you the guy called Junpei (y/ns almost date) was found dead the next day by grounds keepers? Laid flat on his back behind some bushes.

Murdered.

Stab wounds all over. Throat slashed.

I don't think you would be surprised one bit actually.

History has repeated itself before, and it will again and again. And it did... Again and again. That leaves us with young jujutsu sorcerers murdered, killed in a brutal way.

Not even with and fucking magical powers! Flat out murdered with a weapon.

How interesting.. don’t you think?

Now shit just got weird.. and it will continue to get weirder. Trust me.

10pm on a Saturday night, most teens would be at a party or at the movies with thier friends, but y/n sat alone in her room. Watching a movie she had seen one too many times. Dumplings and ramen lazily eaten sat on the desk and a half drank bottle of beer along side of it. That's why Choso liked y/n.. she was just like him. No girly food or girly drinks, she was just like him.

A knock at the door catches y/ns attention, though she didn't get up the first time. Too lazy to even move, she wanted to be alone at the moment. Shit 4 guys she wanted to go on dates with died.. she didn't even want to leave her house for the next decade.

By the third knock y/n was annoyed, stomping over to the oak door and swinging it open with a force she didn't know she had.

But alas.. no one was there. Y/n rolled her eyes before slamming it shut with a grunt, annoyed that she even had to get up in the first place.

Right as y/n turned to walk away, another knocked, only louder.. rougher.

"For the love of God!" Y/n yelled out spinning around and opening the door she left unlocked to reveal.. no one.

Some slasher killer music would have started to play if this was a movie for sure. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, how did they get away from the door that quick? Probably some first years that didn’t go out playing some prank.

Against all her better judgement y/n did what she knew she shouldn't have done.

"Hello?” Y/n called poking her head outside the door, looking from the left to the right, she saw nothing but a dimly lit hall.

Whoever was ding dong ditching her surly was having a good laugh from wherever they are hiding. That's at least what y/n thought. So she left it alone, walking back inside and making sure the deadbolt was locked she made her way back to her bed.

Just as y/n hit play on her movie, another knock. This one was weird, slow and menacing almost. And that’s when she saw from under door, a shadow of a person standing there. Not moving. Y/n stomach fell, suddenly getting a weird feeling. This wasn’t right.

That’s when it hit her. This could be the person who has been killing students off.. here for her. Knowing she’s probably the only girl left on the girls dorm facility.

The knocking only began to get more aggressive as y/n looked for her phone. The door shaking and threatening to give way. As soon as y/n found her phone, she called the only person who would protect her with his life.

“Choso” y/n whispered in a panic as soon as he picked up.

“Y/n? Why are you whispering” Choso whispered back, assuming it was some sort of game.

“Choso! I need you to get here! There’s someone here.. I think they are going to hurt me”

“Be there in 5” the line went dead.

Two minutes later the pounding on the door stopped. A minute after that y/n heard the heavy footsteps of Choso running down the hallway, yelling her name.

"Choso!" Y/n ran to open the door, jumping into Chosos arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"I got you baby, I got you" Choso pushed his way into the room, locking the door behind him.

Y/n fully broke down as choso carried her to the bed, crying into his neck at the thought of what could have happened if he didn't come save her.

"Shh it's okay. I'm here" choso sat down, allowing y/n to stay in his lap as she cried in his hair, digging her face deeper into his neck when he adjusted his arms, scared he was going to let go.

"Don't let go" y/n hugged tighter, making choso smile from ear to ear.

"I'm won't" he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her jwad, rubbing her back up and down gently.

When y/n pulled back after a few minutes, she looked into Chosos chocolate eyes, they were so full of love and care. Holding on y/n as of she was the last person in the world, as if she hung the stars and the moon (in his eyes, she did).

"Cho" y/n whispered, her eyes flicking down to his lips. So overwhelmed with emotions she had no idea what to feel about the situation. Chosos hands digging into y/ns hips, holding her so tight.

"Y/n" the messy haired boy whispered back.

It was a decision y/n didnt know she made until her lips were on Chosos. Pressing a hard kiss to his lips, taking in the little sigh Cho gave when he realized what was happening—melting into the kiss. Their lips moved in a rhythm that was fast and heated, needy and desperate. It was so passionate and breathtaking, their hands moved quick while roaming each other's bodies.

"Cho" y/n pulled back quickly, once she realized what she was doing.

God, has choso always looked so pretty? His lips plump from the kiss, eye lids heavy, and hair messy from the sprint from the boys facility to here.

"Yes" Choso tried to lean back in to steal another kiss, he needed y/ns lips back on his, he needed to feel her love that she didn't know she had.

"No no. I'm sorry" y/n leaned further away from her friend.

"Sorry? Don't be. I loved it" the boy chuckled, still trying to get another kiss.

"No Cho- I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have done that. It was a mist-"

"A mistake?!" Choso yelled, immediately understanding that y/n didn't kiss him for love, she kissed him on the heat of the moment.

"Cho- Im sorry. I don't know why I-"

"God shut up! You fucking use me like this and- and say you're sorry?! You know I'm in love with you y/n! You fucking know my heart belongs to you! You know I would do anything for you and you do this to me? You break my heart over and over" choso shoves y/n off, tossing her to the side so she lands on her bed. He stands up quickly running his hands down his jeans.

"Fuck you y/n. Jesus Christ! I hate you!" Choso yelles, his eyes tearing up in a way he didn't know. He didn't know he could be so angry he would start to cry. Tears stinging his eyes as he glares down at y/n, who is completely bewildered by his outburst.

"I've poured my heart out to you time and time again! You are a fucking cunt!"

"Cho-" y/n tried to get a word in, but Choso refused, so heated in the moment, his heart beating so quickly he thinks it may explode.

"Shut the fuck up! You are so manipulative! You fucking use everyone to get what you want, and that's it. You're a bad fucking person and I hate you. We aren't friends anymore."

Y/n hasn't spoken to Choso in a week, he hasn't looked her way, he avoids her when she tries to talk to him. Choso was no longer y/ns best friend. He stuck to his angry words.

Well.. y/n was never awake when Choso looked at her.. she was never awake when he spoke to her.. she was never awake when he told her she would always be his best friend and that he could never hate her. That he would always love her, even if she didn’t love him.

Again, Choso was stalking around y/ns room I n the late hours of the night, climbing through her window, digging through her laundry hamper. Choso was brushing y/ns hair out of her face and snapping photos of y/ns sleeping body. He was so obsessed, borderline crazy obsessed with y/n. He loved her smile, the way she smelled, the way her skin looked so fucking soft and supple in the moonlight that shined down on her though the now open window.

He loved the way her panties smelled after she finished training. The way the soft lacy felt against his cock when he used them to get off. He loved the way they tasted when he shoved them in his mouth to suppress the moans he let out when he was getting off right next to y/n. He loved when she would let out soft whimpers when he kissed her thighs, he fucking loved every single bit of y/n.

Sure it wasn't the traditional way to love someone... But this way y/n couldn't turn him down.

On y/ns end, she was going absolutely crazy.

Fucking coocoo bonkers.

She missed Choso so fucking much (again she didn't know he was always around). She missed his smell and his presence, she missed his jokes and goofy laugh.

Y/n found her eyes drifting towards him in the school hallway, noticing how pretty his smile is, how good those beat up jeans he wore looked, how strong his arms are, the way he walked was hot.

Fuck had he always been so hot?

God his rings, those fucking fingers, his bracelets, his tattoos... Fuck Choso is so hot.

God, y/n was so stupid, how had she not noticed before? Had she always seen Choso like this and never realized? Y/n had so many questions.

She was also wondering where all her damn thongs were going.

"Fuck this shit" y/n threw herself out of bed, thinking about Choso for almost every second of the day was driving her up the wall. She had to see him, she had to confess some sort of attraction to him.

God— was she in love with him? How could she not be?

Y/n knew that Choso would be out with Yuji and wouldn't be back for another hour or so. Thanks to Yujis snap story.

So there she was, throwing on some shorts and a plain tank top. Running out the girls dorm building and down the sidewalk to the one that house the boys.

She needed to see him, her body felt on fire, butterflies in her tummy thinking about him, she needed to apologize to him and tell him how she feels.

Y/n couldn't stop thinking about the way his lips felt on hers, the moans he was letting out when he finally got to kiss her the way he always wanted. The way his hands roamed her body and how they felt, how his callouses scraped perfectly against her skin.

Fuck she needed to feel it again.

Walking down the hallways she stops at Chosos door. Truly debating whether or not she was going to go through with it. Standing on her tip toes she finds the extra key on the door frame.

Making her way into Chosos room, she closes the door behind her and switches on the lamp. Looking at his knick knacks and posters hanging on the walls, her fingers trace over his dresser

Most of the drawers had always been empty since Chosos version of laundry is throwing everything in one big pile on the floor.

Y/ns gut told her to open the drawers and see what was inside, getting this overwhelming feeling of needing to look. So she did.

The first few were full of junk, pens, charging cords, random receipts.

But the last one... Oh fuck the last drawer down at the bottom was something y/n didn't think she would ever find in her life.

Y/n let out a gasp as her hands were shaking while going through the drawer. All the panties she had lost and all the bras she had lost were lazily thrown into the drawer. Choso must have had 20 pairs of garments in this drawer, some were well used at this point and some still pretty and fresh.

"Oh my god" a shaky breath came from y/n as she felt a piece of paper down at the bottom. Pulling it out almost made her pass out right then and there.

A photo.

A photo of y/n sleeping in her bed.

Then another… and another…and about 50 more.

All of y/n sleeping or changing in her bed room.

This thick bubbling feeling came from y/ns stomach and her face turned pale, she was gonna be sick. There were so many photos of her, so many panties, so many dirty things in this drawer that only a stalker would have.

Oh my god.

Choso was stalking y/n— but we already knew that. Only, y/n didn’t know.

It made sense to her, everything clicking in her brain, all the nights her window was open, all the times her panties went missing, all the times her drawers were open. Everything made so much sense.. it was Choso the whole time. Choso was fucking stalking y/n.

Choso was always there.

As y/n began to stand up, ready to make a mad dash for the door, she heard someone clear their throat. Slamming the drawer shut with a yelp, her heart jumping to her throat and her palms becoming sweaty.

"Choso" y/n was breathless, looking up at the dark haired man towering over her. Y/n scrambled to her feet, trying to decipher his emotions.

His face red as if he was embarrassed of what y/n just found, maybe even angry that she was snooping through his things.

Choso let out a deep breath as he fully crossed the threshold of his bedroom, his boots heavy on the wooden floors making a loud thump that made y/n flinch.

"Well you shouldn't have done that" choso half smiled with a head shake. His voice deep and gravely, showing no humor even though his face said otherwise.

It was all so fuzzy for y/n. It felt like she had been hit on the head or something, it was so foggy and blurry.

"There she is" y/n heard as her eyes opened slowly. The pounding in her head got worse from the bright lights she was under. Trying to move, y/n realized she couldn't, her legs and arms bound to a chair.

"You scared?" Chosos voice was deep, scary even. Y/n had never heard him speak in such a tone.

"Ch-Cho?" y/n groaned closing her eyes again, maybe it was just a dream.

That's what this had to be, if y/n tried hard enough she would wake up and be safely tucked in her pink bed.

"Open your eyes baby" Choso cooed, much softer this time around. His thick hands touching y/ns face, moving towards the bump on the side of her head, tsking softly as he did.

Truly Choso felt bad for slamming y/s head into the very dresser she was going through. But she had seen what he had done, he didn't know what else to do.

Choso carried her limp body to his car that he barely used, and shoved her in the back. He let out soft tears as he looked back and saw the blood dripping down her face, he never wanted to hurt y/n.

Remember when I said shit would continue to get weirder.. you believed me right?

I wanna ask you something" choso smiled sweetly even though y/ns eyes were closed.

"I don't have all day y/n, open your fucking eyes!" Chosos voice booming in the small metal shack he brought y/n to.

"There we go, see? I'm much nicer when you listen to me" Choso praised y/n, even though her eyes fluttered closed every few seconds due to the painful light in her eyes.

"What are you doing Cho?" Y/n groaned trying hard to keep her eyes open.

"I just wanna ask you some questions" Choso sunk down to his knees in front of y/n, letting his hands touch her thighs softly.

"Why couldn't you just go out with me?" Y/n didn't answer, staring down at who she thought was her best friend.

"Talk to me princess, I don't want to make this hard for you" y/n still didn't answer, she was in state of shock, here she was bound and unable to move, her head was hurting like a bitch, and Choso was acting as of there was nothing wrong with this scene.

"I don't want to hurt you" Choso pulled a sharp knife out of what seemed like no where, pressing the blade to y/ns thigh. A trickle of blood came from where he dug it in making y/n yell out in pain.

"That feel okay?" Choso asked taking the knife to y/ns other thigh, digging the point of it into her meat. “So pretty”

"Choso stop!" Y/n yelled, her body shaking wishing to be freed from the rope.

"Answer the fucking question!" Choso yelled pointing the blade of the knife at y/n throat. Tears spilled from y/ns eyes as she cried for help, for the old Choso to come in and rescue her.

"I'll go out with you choso! I love you! I was scared that's it!" Y/n told the man, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"Don't try to lie your way out of this"

"It's the truth! I've always loved you Cho! I was scared we would break up and I'd never have you in my life again"

"Now I know that's not true, pretty" traced knife down the column of her throat, not hard enough to slice her skin, just enough to scare her.

"It is, but you can have me now Cho. I want you, please don't hurt me. I love you." Y/n choked on her tears as she spoke, bubble of spit sticking to her lips as she sobbed for him to believe her.

“That was good! You almost got me” Chosos laugh vibrates in the air around them both. “You should get an Oscar or an Emmy or whatever for that”

“Cho! Please listen. I was going to your room to tell you I made a mistake. That I- I love you”

"I'm sorry I have to do this, baby.. I love you so much y/n" Chosos eyes filled with tears as he shamefully looked away from y/ns red face. Part of him believed her, why else would she have been in his room? Something inside him flipped, seeing his baby cry for him like this hurt. Choso really let himself cry, thinking about his options here. His sobs were soft, really debating if he could actually harm y/n in more than just a little bump on her head.

"Choso you don't have to do this, I love you. Please don't do this" y/n tried to work some sense into his brain. “Ple-please.. I won’t say anything. We- we can go back to your room and lay down and be together” y/n begged him, her voice hoarse and shaking.

"I love you Cho- look at me please" y/n needed to see his pretty eyes. She needed to see them and then maybe he would see the love she has for him on hers.

"I'm sorry, princess. But if I can't have you.. no one else can" choso pressed the knife back into y/ns throat, wishing it didn't have to be this way.

"I lov- I love you" y/ns body shook violently as she tried to avoided the blade against her skin.

"I love you more"

Choso cried and cried at y/n funeral. Friends hugging and supporting one another during these dark times. No one understood. No one understood what happened to her.

None of the teachers or higher up’s understood what went wrong. She had volunteered to take a last minute mission by herself, but choso tagged along— according to Chosos side of the story. And according to Choso, he showed up too late. Y/n was completely obliterated by the curse that was stronger than what they had thought.

What they will never know Choso was the one who emailed Gojo as y/n to take the mission alone. Creating the facade that she would be gone for a few days. They will never know what really happened.

And what they also won’t know was that Choso still had a little secret, sure there was him getting away with murdering a few teens.. making sure to not use his technique so he wouldn’t be found out… but another one.

Another one that may come as a shock.

"Honey I'm home" Choso beamed as he walked into the home he purchased a few months ago. Not even his baby brother knew about this house.

"Choso!" y/n cried from behind a locked door

Fumbling with the many locks, the tall man finally got the door open to reveal the love of his life.

"Shh baby, calm down. Im here" Choso grinned, sitting down next to y/n on the small bed.

"Ch-Cho let me go please" y/n croaked, her throat so dry from all the screaming and crying. "Don't hurt me please cho. I love you I love you I love you" y/n sobs, confessing her love for him, as she has been doing for months now.

"I know you do princess. I know."

"Don't hurt me please" y/n flinches back as choso reached out to brush y/ns hair behind her ear.

"Why would I hurt you, baby? I would never. I love you, y/n. But you have to stay here now, where we can live together.. and be happy" Choso explains calmly, watching as y/ns tears dropped down onto the pillow she was resting on.

"Ch-choso please I love you! Le-t let me— please let me go"

"I can't. You'll be happy here. You'll be happy as my little pet forever."

"I love you choso" y/n cries, her sobs reaching every corner of the small house that was in the middle of the woods. Somewhere no one would find.

"I love you too baby" choso press a kiss to y/ns chapped lips.

"But you're mine to keep now"

Chains clanking together all day and all night long, the sound of metal became annoying to choso every second he was there to take care of y/n. The sound of her trying to free herself on a panic every day hurt him.

The metal rubbing down on y/ns wrists and ankles as she struggled every single day. Wanting to be free, begging Choso every day to let her go, to let her be free from him, to not be his to keep. Y/ns screaming throughout the nights were never heard, her pleas for help would never be heard, her cried would stay with her as no one would ever hear her.

She begged and begged for Choso to at least let her out of the chains, which he protested to. One day Choso would let her out of them, but not until he knew she wouldn't try to leave, not until he knew she would stay with him.

So y/n was meant to lay there for months and months, until she will inevitably break. Break so deeply all she will know is Choso Kamo. He will be the only thing she will know and remember.

Choso thought for way to long about this moment, having y/n forever.

And now, y/n was Chosos to keep.

This is more like what I normally write.. and I get a lot crazier than thins :)

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hurtspideyparker · 2 days ago

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I’m sending this because I saw your post on the tags. You’re not a Tom Holland fan, you’re a Peter Parker/Spider-Man fan. You only talk about this character on your blog. You’re a Marvel stan. I doubt you can't even name more than 5 Tom projects that aren't Spider-Man movies. You’re not obssesed with him, you’re obssesed with his version of the character which is not the same as being a fan of the actor and support his career outside of one thing.

Well this is a very rude way of supporting someone who only promotes kindness and adores his work with Spider-Man.

First of all, this is a Marvel side blog. So I only post about Marvel and adjacent things on here, in my personal life and other blogs I do have other interests. I will also say I have a hyperfixation on Marvel, especially the MCU, and my favourite character since I was a child is Spider-Man. So yes, that is my favourite Tom Holland role, he is my favourite spidey, so my blog focuses on him a lot. And the thing about hyperfixations is 1. I can't control it and 2. I am literally mentally ill about him.

But I do absolutely adore Tom Holland as an actor, so I'll take this as an opportunity to gush about some of my favourite projects of his!

The Crowded Room: If someone says Tom isn't a good actor I know for a fact they've never seen this. The amount of roles he plays in this, heavy and variable, was remarkable. Switching between the accents, mannerisms, even down to the way they stand. I was in complete awe, especially when he would switch between them without cuts. I watched an interview where he said he doesn't memorize scripts completely, but he learns the characters so deeply that he knows what they'd say and do anyways. To do that in a role like this just shows how seriously he takes the art. The story in and of itself was very moving, well written, and paced beautifully. I loved all the characters and how they fit together in order to protect Danny. 10/10 would recommend, there is heavy subject matter and I cried when he was on the stand and they didn't believe he had DID (especially when the man who loved him also started doubting if Ariana was real), and then again when he said Adam was him :(

Cherry: Incredibly real story, hurt my heart that people go through this. Tom did a fantastic job being respectful of the subject matter—a veteran with PTSD who falls into drug addiction and crime to fuel it. You can see his character harden over time, and I have a crush on the version of Cherry when he was in college hehe. The way he loves Emily so intensely through it all, how reverently he treats her, and his total breakdown when she overdoses. He rather have her clean and away from him than be together in their suffering. And it has a happy ending! Ngl Tom with a mustache made me giggle, just looks so silly lol. I know he can't grow facial hair to save his life

Uncharted: While Tom is fantastic in those heavy roles and I love seeing him cry, let my boy have fun! This movie was a great action movie, and idc about all the video game nerds who says he isn't a good fit for Nathan. He might not be Nathan, but he is BORN for action babyyy. Suave, intelligent, and sweet. I know he had a lot of fun with this role and is a big fan of the game, so happy he got it! I am still hoping for a sequel because I need Tom in more action and light-hearted films

Chaos Walking: The sci-fi aspects of this are really cool, and a unique way of commentating on patriarchy. The plot twists were cool and Todd Hewitt is my sweet little feminist king. He's so funny to me, bro is trying his best, I definitely view Todd as an underdog who has all this responsibility put on him. World building and characterization was sick, wish it got a bit more love

The Devil All the Time: Okay this movie was objectively really good but SO WEIRD? I felt very discomfited after. But Tom's character was definitely my absolute favourite, what a terrible journey he goes through. Even though the movie was odd Tom made it all worth it. A genuinely good guy pushed to do terrible things because of other terrible people, like yes you get em king!!! Had me on the edge of my seat

The Impossible: The fact that this was his first film!? SO INTENSE, and yet he did fantastic. Tom Holland didn't really plan to be an actor, he truly just had greatness thrust upon him. Scooped up as Billy Elliot, then scouted as Lucas in this film. He genuinely has a natural talent for this stuff, this movie is based off a true story and seeing the devastation and little Tom covered in dirt and grieving his family that is still alive, oh gosh. Heavy but the happy ending will make you cry.

Can I also say lip sync battle as one of my fave projects? I need this man to do more dancing or at least physical work. So enamored with him and his confidence. It's interesting looking back on that video after a recent interview he spoke about how young he was and eager, but as an adult (and the adults around him at the time) being more hesitant and cautious about putting yourself in the media like that. It's been cool watching Tom mature!

Films I would not recommend as a Tom Holland fan:

How I Live Now: Tom isn't in it that much, and it was a really slow, disturbing film. I felt sad, gross, and uncomfortable watching it, just for Tom to barely be seen. Do not recommend

Edge of Winter: Also a very disturbing film. Tom was in it more, but it's mostly a slow horror film without much closure, and Tom's character isn't that interesting. Bland and uncomfortable

Now I'm not interested in his animated voice work, and I don't like period pieces, so I haven't seen those films. But if they're great enough and Tom has a good role in them pls feel free to recommend!

I just want to say you don't need to hit a quota to be a fan of someone. If you like one song, book, film... you're allowed to call yourself a fan! Gate-keeping art is not cool, and even if someone only likes one character then that sure is one fantastic character. Spider-Man is something very important to Tom; it's a big part of his career, he met his future wife through it, it changed his world to become his childhood hero. And his depiction of Spider-Man is something very special to me. It isn't just the character, it's him; the freshness, the awkwardness, the naivety he brought to Peter that Andrew and Tobey didn't choose to do. It is such a fantastic character to show off his physical skills, humour, his range from childishness to the grief and fury. You look at him in Homecoming and compare it to NWH and you see how Tom has evolved the character. I'm in awe of every thing Tom Holland does, but Spider-Man is 6 huge projects of his and to be more, which shows so much of his skill.

I also love his interviews. He's a very down to Earth, sweet, and genuine man. I think he's funny, charismatic and confident, but has fantastic work-life balance. I watched that 2 hour interview of his talking about spirituality and mental health, and seeing where he is now with Bero after his struggles with alcohol warms my heart. I wish I could have seen his Romeo & Juliet production, but in the least I think it was a nice break from the big screen for him. And best believe I was fighting for my life in comment sections for his costars—the racism was disgusting. One day that man is going to be a father and we'll never see him again, and I'll support that too. Can't wait for his Nolan film, can't believe how far he's come so quickly, and oh yes, I'm most excited for more Spider-Man films ;)

#tom holland #ask #anon #thanks for giving me an opportunity to gush about one of my FAVE ACTORS #I'm assuming you are very young but it is not okay to hate on someone when they express love or joy for something harmless.#next time try “it seems you only like his one character so id recommend these great projects!”#they probably aren't even going to see this anyway #spider man #giggles #long post

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stealingyourbones · 3 days ago

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I’m fine with posts about my Blorbo getting ignored. It happens. We all know that. It’s disappointing, but you get inspired, start plotting, maybe even start writing yourself, lose motivation, and stop. It’s normal. It happens to all of us. Not a big deal.

But. BUT. BUUUUT. What drives me fucking insane is when some beautiful creative once-in-a-lifetime hand crafted prompt gets derailed into the generic stereotypical tropes that this crossover fandom constantly falls back on. I know that happens to you a lot, how do you deal with it?

In truth, when you sign up for creating content that you allow anyone to interact with, it’s just a part of the gig. It happens a lot, I may not enjoy it but others do and a community of people writing and having fun is what I strive to create.

My main ways to divert posts are either:

1.) Leave it be and let folks do their thing. The point of prompts is to let anyone add their thoughts, it doesn’t matter your personal feelings on a trope or headcanon.

2.) Simply stop interacting with that reply chain. I used to reblog absolutely every reply I got but now I only reblog the ones I enjoy. It has helped my mental health greatly. Additionally, if you don’t reblog responses to your posts, go and do that. It makes people more likely to see the responses you like if they already follow your blog for your writing and you’ll have a higher likelihood of that prompt gaining more replies.

3.) Put in the tags (#not ____ AU/trope/headcanon). I’ve done it a few times before with Ghost King AU’s I believe, mainly because I think that avoiding that trope for that particular post would make people flex their creativity more and write something they wouldn’t even have thought of if not given that limitation. This will sometimes work. Some folks reblog the post without the tag and the trope is posted anyways. People also might see the tag and think you’re being picky and rude and avoid the post entirely.

4.) Complain. I don’t really recommend doing this because people will Not Be Pleased but I am 100% guilty of doing this more than once. I have been pretty vocal on making my opinions clear on: Danny and Bruce’s relationship could also be something other than paternal, the automatic adoptions tropes, Ghost King AU’s, OP Danny, and not consuming some form of DC media is nigh impossible and actively avoiding it prevents you from learning about new characters and giving you new interests and ideas to spread and influence the fandom. This is the second least effective action to do. The first being saying nothing. Venting might be a good way to express frustration but let’s be honest, no one wants to listen to or read someone complaining for a few hundred words when they could be consuming a positive take on something they enjoy. For example: this post might get like 50 notes maybe max. It’s not a topic people like to read of and it’s critical on the things they like so they probably won’t interact with it.

5.) Add back onto your own post or another persons post with the idea of how you thought the post should have gone! If you don’t like the angle other folks are going at it, write your own thoughts on the prompt. A few solid paragraphs of ~500 words are what I have seen work the best in influencing and changing the direction of replies to a post. This is the best course of action to have people write another direction in tropes you enjoy and ideas you view are fresh and new. It might not be people’s favorite response to hear, but if you want a story to go a particular way, you have to write it yourself and hope the audience receives it well and picks up what you’re putting down.

6.) Write something similar again and hope a different audience receives the post and interprets it differently. Add a different spin on the concept and maybe add the (no ____) tag if you really really want something different.

I hope these tips help! Main takeaways if you don’t want to read everything: Complaining solves nothing and action solves everything. If you don’t like the way a post is going, write it to the way you want it to be.

#fandom discourse #dpxdc #fandom wank #bones speaks #bones replies

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fanficshiddles · 1 day ago

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Eternally Mine, Chapter 62

Loki sighed softly. ‘Claire…’

Claire felt like everything was tumbling down, she panicked that Loki would hate her. That he wouldn’t want to be with her anymore, she’d ruined it. Maybe he had something special planned. Or maybe he’d changed his mind, she had no idea how long he’d had the ring for, after all.

Her mind was racing with so many thoughts.

‘I was planning to wait until we got to New Zealand and propose romantically… But I guess this will need to do.’ He chuckled lightly and got down on one knee, taking her hand in his as he gazed lovingly into her eyes.

Claire’s eyes widened and her heart began racing, but for a good reason now. More tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Loki.

‘Claire, my love. My soulmate. My best friend. My world. I love you more than life itself, I want to be with you for an eternity. Will you be eternally mine, and become my wife?’

Claire burst into tears and started squealing excitedly. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ She jumped on Loki, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Loki laughed in delight as he stood up, taking her with him and spun her around. When he put her back on her feet, he dipped his head down to kiss her softly as he cupped her face in his hands.

‘I love you.’ Claire said over his lips.

‘I love you too… fiancée.’ Loki grinned.

Neither of them noticed all the pairs of eyes watching them from outside the kitchen window, or even Bat peeping around the corner from the living room.

‘I’m so sorry I fucked this up though.’ Claire said as she looked down at her hand.

Loki picked her hand up and kissed the back of it. ‘You didn’t fuck this up. I should have hidden it better.’ Loki said sheepishly.

‘I shouldn’t have been snooping… Though to be fair, the box it was in I stupidly knocked over and everything went flying. I was curious and opened it when I saw the velvet box… I’m really sorry.’ Claire sighed and pressed her face into his chest to hide.

Loki kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. ‘Stop apologising. To be honest, I was struggling with keeping it a secret. I wanted to propose to you for so long now, as soon as I got your father’s permission, I wanted to just do it. Though I figured doing it somewhere romantic, like in New Zealand somewhere nice, would have been what you’d have liked most.’ Loki said honestly.

‘You asked for dad’s permission?’ Claire asked, surprised as she looked up at him.

Loki smiled and brushed his thumb over her cheek. ‘Of course I did. You didn’t actually think I was planning to make a veggie plot, did you?’

Claire’s face lit up like a lightbulb suddenly. ‘Ohhhhhh.’ She giggled. ‘Makes sense now.’

‘So, it’s really stuck, huh?’ Loki asked as he picked her hand up again.

‘Yeah.’ Claire nodded sheepishly.

‘Why is it so slimy?’ Loki frowned.

‘Uh. A concoction of fairy liquid, butter and lube…’

Loki threw his head back with laughter. ‘Oh dear. You guys really tried everything, huh?’

‘Yeah.’ Claire laughed. ‘Bat tried helping at first, it was her idea for the butter and fairy liquid. Then Jessica arrived with lube.’

‘Trust Jessica to have that on her at hand.’ Loki chuckled. ‘I’m sorry I got the sizing wrong. I thought I had taken into account that arthritic finger, but I didn’t want it sliding off easily either when it’s not so swollen.’

‘No, no. You got it right, I mean, my finger isn’t always like this. Plus, if I’m not planning on taking it off much anyway there’s no problem. I just really panicked and wanted it off before you got back, so you wouldn’t know I’d found it and ruined the surprise.’ She said sadly.

Loki growled at her and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him again. ‘You did not ruin the surprise, so stop that. But love, do you really think you’d have been able to pretend you didn’t find it, hmm? If you did get it off, I don’t think you’d have been able to keep that secret from me.’ Loki said knowingly, raising an eyebrow.

The way her cheeks turned bright red, gave him his answer. That he already knew, anyway.

‘To be honest, I actually think the way this has panned out is more… us, anyway. Don’t you think?’ Loki asked with a grin.

Claire matched his grin and laughed as she hugged into him again. ‘Yeah. I guess it is.’ She said, muffled against his chest.

‘Why don’t we go have a shower, get that ring cleaned up… and make a different kind of mess of our own elsewhere, hmm?’ Loki said suggestively as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Claire giggled and jumped into his arms, he caught her and carried her upstairs. Bat ran to hide, so she wasn’t caught watching their interaction in the kitchen.

When Louise ran out the back door, she realised she couldn’t actually leave as there was no access to the back garden without going through the house.

As the street at the back of the garden was a dodgy alley, where lots of dodgy people tended to hang out. Which is why Loki didn’t want a gate leading straight into his garden, whenever he needed anything delivered, he would just remove the fence panels.

So Louise went inside the garden shed and send a text to Chris.

L: Hey. SOS. In Loki’s garden, waiting in the shed. Can you come get me, please? Long story… not an emergency though, don’t worry. Xxx

Not surprisingly, Chris was there within two minutes. He flew down and turned into his vampire form as he landed outside the shed.

‘Louise? Are you ok? Why are you out here?’ Chris asked, completely baffled as Louise stepped out of the shed.

‘I’m fine.’ She giggled. ‘So, uh. Claire messaged saying she had an emergency… turns out that Loki bought a ring and has been planning to propose to her, but she found the ring while he was out. By accident. She was panicking, trying to get it off. He came back though and caught us all in the kitchen trying to help her. So we just… ran. I forgot I can’t get out of the garden though without going through the house.’ Louise said sheepishly.

Chris laughed and pulled her into an embrace.

‘Oh, pumpkin. Trapped in the back garden.’ He chuckled and squeezed her tightly.

‘Yeah. I need a leg up over the fence. And I know that alley can be dodgy, so didn’t fancy going alone.’

‘Wait, you said caught us all, who else was here?’ Chris asked, leaning back a bit to look at her.

‘Jessica, Toshi and Severus.’

‘We’re still here. We wouldn’t just leave Lou alone.’ Came Toshi’s voice.

Chris turned around and chuckled, noticing Severus was chilling in Toshi’s hair. Jessica landed and turned into her vampire form.

‘Wait. So, Loki has just found Claire with the ring stuck on her finger?’ Chris asked.

‘Yeah.’ Louise nodded.

‘Why are we standing around here talking then?’ He asked as he grabbed Louise’s hand and dragged her back towards the house.

The four of them, plus bat Severus, crouched down and crept over to the window, they peeped in only just so they could see, hopefully without being spotted.

They saw Loki go down on one knee and propose, then Claire squealing and jumping before pouncing on Loki.

‘Awwww. So fucking cute.’ Louise cooed and wiped away a happy tear.

‘This is so them.’ Toshi laughed.

‘It sure is.’ Jessica grinned. ‘At least we didn’t have to resort to anything drastic over the ring.’

‘I dunno, getting that lube off of it won’t be fun.’ Louise commented.

‘Wait, what? Lube?’ Chris asked, eyebrows shooting high on his face.

Louise giggled. ‘I’ll fill you in more later.’

‘Do I even want to know?’ He asked.

‘Probably not.’ Toshi laughed.

Loki pressed his forehead against Claire’s as they both took a moment to catch their breath. Of course, showering together meant having sex against the wall. Loki had Claire pinned to it, her legs wrapped around him as he gripped her ass to keep her up.

‘Are you a bit frenzied because of the whole engagement thing… or did you end up hunting tonight, too?’ Claire asked knowingly. With the way he was still hard inside of her, and how feral he had been while fucking her against the wall, she had a feeling there was something more.

Loki smirked and kissed her sloppily for a moment before responding.

‘Both.’

‘Hmmm.’ Claire mumbled into his mouth. ‘Care to explain more?’

‘Hunters. Young hunters. They were really easy to take out.’ Loki said a little breathlessly as she clenched around him.

‘Really easy? As in, easier than I’d be if I fought you?’ Claire teased.

Loki scoffed. ‘I could take you down sooooo much easier, my love.’ He purred.

‘Oh yeah? I bet not.’

‘I bet so.’ Loki laughed.

She tried struggling in his grasp at that moment, but he moved a hand up to her side and started tickling her. She immediately caved, and went limp against him as she squirmed a bit from his fingers attacking her side.

‘See? Easy.’ He said cockily.

‘Not fair. You’re mean.’ She laughed as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, moaning a little at the way his cock felt inside her after the movement they just did.

‘But you love it when I’m mean.’ He growled.

She nodded against him and when he felt her cunt flutter around him again, he couldn’t resist anymore and started bouncing her up and down on his cock a few times before pushing her back against the wall and fucking her like a crazed beast.

‘You feel so good around my cock. Wifey.’ He smirked at the glare he got from her, but her eyes were twinkling beautifully with so much happiness and adoration.

‘Don’t get too carried away. Vampy hubby.’ She responded with and giggled, that quickly turned into moans and cries of pleasure.

‘I can never not get carried away with you, love.’

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #loki fic #fluffy loki #vampire loki #the redbridge hunts #eternally mine #chris motionless #chris motionless x ofc #vampire chris motionless

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rekino2114 · 2 days ago

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How about we do a Valentines Day prompt for Wenona~ I freaking love this woman, and I don't even know why. So let's do prompt 25:proposing on valentine's day🩷

Wenona proposing to you on valentine's day

Pairing:Wenona x gn reader

Valentine's prompt#25

Prompts list

"YOU'RE GOING TO PROPOSE TO Y/N!?"

"Shut up ya gremlin, do you want the whole school to hear?"

"It's fine I asked Diana and jett to hang out with y/n so they won't see me setting everything up"

Your girlfriend Wenona was currently talking about her proposal to toshiko, grace and desmond

"This is simply splendid news, love truly is in the air today even more than other valentine's days"

"That's great news Wenona, congratulations, but are you really sure about that? It's a big decision and we're still pretty young"

"Y/n is the person I want to marry. They've been with me ever since I had nothing and have continued to support me all these years, so yes, I am 100% sure. And age shouldn't play a factor in that, if I want to marry them now, I'm going to"

"Pfft, so cheesy"

"And that's why no one loves you"

"What did you say you soybean?"

"C-calm down Wenona, there's someone foe everyone in this world.....even for grace"

"Oi! What is that supposed to mean gremlin?"

"By the way, do you need any help with the preparation? I would be most honored to help such a wonderful couple seal their love forever"

"Thanks kid but it's fine, I already have everything prepared"

"Oh that's nice, could you tell us if you don't mind?"

"Sure, I was thinking of just doing it the classic way, I already have a reservation at their favorite restaurants and the ring prepared, I'm just going to propose after the dinner"

"Oh that's a good choice, an intimate and romantic atmosphere is key for moments like these"

"A bit too cliché if you ask me"

"Like they say, if something isn't broken then don't fix it"

"What's the ring like anyway? Can we see it?"

"And risk one of you breaking it? As if. That ring is worth more than your entire networth"

"Sure, how much can a stupid ring cost?"

"It's 24 carat gold with a 50k dollars worth diamond on the middle"

"F-fifty- the fuck! That's more than I've earned in my entire goddamn career"

"Told ya it was expensive"

"Grace, please tone down the language there's a child around. B-but wenona don't you think that's a bit.....excessive"

"If you think that's excessive, then you're not ready to hear my plans for the wedding"

"You might as well wear a dress made of banknotes while you're at it"

"Hey that's a great idea, thanks for the suggestion"

"I WAS KIDDING!"

"C-calm down everyone, while I might not know what a carat is. I know that there is no price you can put on love, so I fully respect wenona's choice"

"If you don't stop spouting those romance movies phrases I'll tore that fan of yours to shreds"

"N-not my fan!"

"Grace stop it! And Wenona thanks for telling us and I hope everything goes well for you and y/n"

"Thanks, I'm sure it will"

After saying goodbye to her classmate, Wenona went back to her dorm to set up everything, preparing the ring and putting on one of her best dresses. When you came back she told you about her plans and that it was going to be a simple date for Valentine's Day so you agreed quickly and got dressed to go to the restaurant.

The dinner was amazing with Wenona complimenting you every chance she got and telling you how much she loved you basically every minute, you were a bit surprised as she wasn't this loving often, sure she complimented you a lot but this time it seemed different, but you still ignored the feeling and simply continued eating with her.

You finished your last glass of golden champagne and told your girlfriend you wanted to finishe dinner, she simply smiled and said that she had to do something first

"What is it?"

"This"

She suddenly got on one knee, and before you could even react, she pulled out a velvet box out of her pocket and opened it to reveal the most beautiful (and expensive) ring you had ever seen

"Y/n in the time we've been together I have loved you like I love no one else, I know you're with me because of me and not my money or some other dumb reason and so I want to spend the rest of my life with you simple as that, I promise to take care of you and love you forever and all of the rest, I think you can wait for the vows for the entire speech right? Anyway what do you say, will you marry me?"

"A-are you serious?"

"Do you think I would have brought a ring like this for a joke?"

"S-sorry it's just.....really? You want to marry me?"

"Why wouldn't I? You're the whole package, sweet, cute, and smart, I'd be an idiot to not take the opportunity. You still didn't answer me, by the way, even if I probably already know what the answer"

"Yes, yes of course I'll marry you"

"That's what I wanted to hear, now come here"

You got closer to her and she put the ring on your finger, you admired it for a while before you were surprised by Wenona kissing your lips.

The kiss went on for a while, and when you pulled back she started at you with a loving look in her eyes

"I love you my future wife"

"I love you too y/n"

#project eden's garden x reader #project eden's garden #p:eg x reader #p:eg #wenona x reader #wenona #wenona project eden's garden #wenona p:eg #x reader #wenona project eden's garden x reader #wenona p:eg x reader #project eden's garden wenona #gn reader

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trinlovessoobin · 3 days ago

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reunited.

{yunho x fem!reader y/n}

you’ve had a crush on yunho for as long as you could remember but you were always too young for him, he never showed you any attention even as friends till one day you both were back from collage and he was excited to see how grown up you looked.

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[warning of content] smut, degrading, backshots, bickering, rough, cream pie, protected, oral receiving, pet names, y/n is down bad, yunho is an f-boy.

You’d known him forever, your dad’s best friend's son he’d come over for dinners often, and you’d end up never talking since he was a few years older and you were too shy. But your mind wasn’t shy, you thought about him all the time the way his hands would feel all over your body, and you would watch his hands while he ate his food. Watch his lips as he spoke you thought about him all the time. He was your guilty pleasure for years.

You hadn’t seen him in 3 years since he’d been off in college, but so were you now. You were a freshman but you're coming back for break. Though he wasn’t always on your mind like he used to be, he would still cross it reminding you that no man you’ll be with or meet will meet his level and your standards remained high. When your father told you over the phone that he and his dad along with his mother would be coming over for dinner you were nervous but maybe this was your chance, you’d finally grown into your skin. You dated a couple of guys while away but none of them were as attractive as Yunho.

“Dad, mom, I’m home!”

You said walking in, your hands full of bags, your dog ran around the corner jumping on you. And your father followed.

“Hey honey, looks like Sugar missed you”

Your dad says as sugar continues to jump and lick you.

“Well I am her favorite, isn’t that right sugar,” you say in a baby voice to her.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s at work but she’ll be home soon. I’m so happy you home, now go wash up that drive must’ve been tiring, you smell after 4 hours in a car”

“Oh wow thanks Dad missed you too”

He was right though you did smell and Yunho was coming over for dinner you had to look your best. After your shower you put on your favorite pair of jeans the ones that hug all your curves and a black long-sleeve, nothing too crazy this is a family dinner, so you do light makeup and style your hair. You knew you’d get him. Going to college made you a lot more extroverted and men threw themselves at you the friends that you made in collage got you to go out more so you quickly lost your virginity after just a few months being there. Men would fight for your attention at party’s, you were a lot more confident than the last time Yunho has seen you. You walk down the stairs and see that your mom is home you sneak up on her and hug her.

“Oh my goodness y/n you scared me”

She cups your face and looks at you with a motherly smile.

“I’ve missed my girl”

“I’ve missed you too mama.”

“Do you want to help me make dinner we have guests coming so I have to cook tonight”

She laughs softly.

“I know I'm excited to see Mr. Jeong and tell him about my studies, if it wasn’t for him I would’ve never even thought about majoring in engineering.”

“my girl is so smart, you also get to see Yunho. I remember when he first started coming over you were so shy the little crush you had on him was so cute”

Your face gets a little flushed.

“Mom I was like 13 leave me alone anyways I am a little excited to see him, I know he’s a junior in college so I want to see how that’s going for him but other than that Mom. I’m mostly just excited to be here with you.”

Was it a bit of a lie…..yes, but you did miss your mom a lot.

Once dinner was almost ready you heard a knock on the door your heart sank suddenly getting nervous. Your dad went to get the door so you continued helping your mom in the kitchen. You heard the door open and the voices of greetings, your dad's voice, Mr Jeong’s voice, Mrs Jeong’s voice, and… Yunho’s voice. It sounded a little deeper than before.

“Honey why don’t you set the table since they’re here”

“Okay mama”

You are setting down the silverware when you feel a pair of eyes on you, you look up and meet Yunho’s, he’s leaning against the wall in the hallway just staring at you it looks like he’s gotten taller, and more attractive for sure. It takes you a moment to speak, his gaze had caught you completely off guard.

“Oh hi Yunho, how are you?”

He smiles and walks over to you.

“I’m good, can I help?”

“It’s okay i’m almost done. How’s your dad?”

“he’s good he’s good. I heard you’re majoring in engineering like him. How’s that been going for you y/n”

“It’s been really good, super tough but i’m learning a lot and it’s so interesting. how’s college? What’s your major again? I forgot”

You didn’t forget how could you i mean he was going to college to be a surgeon?! The thought of Yunho in scrubs made you drool.

“pre-med, I want to become a surgeon. Remember? And it’s been good. Super stressful and a lot of work but it’ll all be worth it…”

He pauses for a moment and just stares at you again with a stern face.

“y’know I don’t think we’ve ever had a conversation last this long. Did y/n finally find her voice?”

You roll your eyes and laugh. Finishing up the last of the table setting.

“College has helped me come out of my shell I think. I found a good group of friends who are all very extraverted, they make me go out all the time at first I hated it but now I love it”

“ohh so you’re a party girl now” he looks at you up and down judging.

“I’m not crazy I go out when I need a break of studying. Don’t give me that judging look, because you look like the epitome of a frat boy”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“I am not a frat boy.”

“Are you in a frat?”

He looks away holding back a smile.

“I fucking knew it. You’re probably a fuck boy too, I mean come on those looks, you’re in a frat and you’re becoming a surgeon I bet you have every girl wrapped around your finger”

He looks back at you and smiles.

“you think I’m attractive?”

“oh come on you know that you’re attractive, you’re ego is basically oozing out of you”

“nothing wrong with a big ego.. and y/n careful, your ego is oozing too”

Just before you can make another comment your dad and his dad walk him.

“Mr Jeong, Mrs Jeong, it’s so good to see you guys,” you say with a smile

“oh wow would just take her in for a moment, she is gorgeous, look at your daughter have you seen her? It’s only been 3 years but you’ve grown up haven’t you, come here hug me”

You quickly go over to her and hug Mrs Jeong, you weren’t that close with her because you always thought she was a little strange… she always speaks her mind.

“oh wow y/n looks like you’ve grown into your boobs as well they look great I’m jealous they’re so perky”

Your face instantly turns red and you hear Yunho hold in a laugh, thankfully your mom comes in to save you.

“Dinner is ready why don’t we all sit down”

You end up sitting next to Yunho. The conversation you had with him earlier was far from what you wanted you two were bickering not flirting.

“These potatoes are really good,” he says looking at my mom.

“Well y/n actually actually made those!”

“you look at him and smile, thanks Yuyu”

Yuyu… the nickname you gave him when you were kids, he hated it because he was just a grumpy teenage boy but now it seems to have gotten him flustered.

“oh- um yeah”

Yunho’s mother speaks up again.

“Hey, y/n so how's the boy life, I remember your mother telling me you were seeing a boy named James right? he even came down and visited. Must be serious.”

“Oh well, that was a couple of months ago me and James broke up.”

“oh no sweetie I’m so sorry are you okay?”

“I’m great, I broke up with him. really it wasn’t serious”

The room went silent a little awkwardness hung in the air before your father and Mr. Jeong went back to the friendly conversation, Yunho nudges your arm.

“So tell me about James”

“He’s not impotent”

“well he met the parents”

“Because he asked to, like I said he’s not impotent, he was obsessed with me and I don't know, I just never really liked him so I broke up with him not interesting like I said”

“so you’re a heart breaker”

“would you want to be in a relationship with someone who didn’t like you back?”

He didn’t say anything.

“See I’m right, so what about you? Considering you’re a fuck boy you probably don’t have a girlfriend but do you have someone you’re seeing?”

“I’m not a fuck boy… yes I sleep around but I don’t play with people's feelings they all know I don’t date”

“Oh wow they, that’s multiple. You’re not helping your fuck boy case at all”

He scoffs and leans in closer lowering his voice.

“You’re starting to piss off y/n”

“That wasn’t my intention”

“Then what is your intention?”

You don’t answer him and continue to eat, you see that your parents have opened a bottle of wine.

After dinner, you and Yunho were asked to clean up while they went out on the patio to drink. While you were washing the dishes and Yunho was putting away the food it was quiet. Neither of you were talking to each other. You take a deep breath before finally breaking the silence.

“I didn’t mean to piss you off Yunho.”

“It’s okay i really wasn’t that pissed, I mean it’s the truth I like to fuck, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You felt your heart racing as he said that, all you wanted was for him to fuck the life out of you. he spoke again.

“Was James your first?”

You turn around from the sink and face him.

“He was far from that. It’s true that I didn’t really like him. But another thing is that we wanted to wait for marriage a traditional type. And before he and I started dating I had slept with quite a few guys…. there was just no way I could wait and I couldn’t even seen myself marrying this guy so what was the point y’know?”

He was a little shocked by your honesty.

“So here you were calling me a fuck boy when you’re a little slut”

You shrug and turn back around to finish the dishes. You felt two hands slide around your waist. And his face leans into your neck to whisper.

“You didn’t answer me earlier at dinner. What’s your intention y/n”

You breathe heavily as his thumbs rub your sides and he breathes down your neck.

“Yunho… both of our parents are outside right now and could come in at any moment don’t be stupid”

He places a soft kiss on your neck and starts to suck marking you, your hands grip the counter as one of his hands moves to your breast squeezing it.

“Yunho- I’m serious”

He pulls away and walks over to the fridge just then your mom walks in, thank god he was off you when she did, you can see Yunho quickly turn around, both of our faces were flushed and out of breath. You went back to the dishes.

“Hey, honey do you know where I put that other bottle of wine?”

“Um oh! Yeah it’s over here”

You get it and hand it to her she looks at you for a while not saying anything and you get nervous.

“y/n… why don’t you and Yunho go watch a movie in your room we’re probably going to come in soon and hang out in the living room we don’t want to disturb you. And also they’re probably going to stay the night since we’re drinking. Yunho honey you can sleep in the spare and your parents can sleep in our camper okay?”

He finally faces her.

“Yeah that’s okay thank you”

She leaves with the bottle and Yunho looks at you with a grin on his face.

“I’ve been invited into your room to watch a movie, that’s so sweet of your mom. And if I can remember the spare bedroom is right across from yours right?”

You put aside the last dish before looking back at him with a smile.

“So… movie?”

You walk up the stairs, and he closely follows behind like a puppy. Once you enter your room he closes the door and locks it. You go and grab the remote to your TV and stand in front of it.

“So what movie?l

“You can’t be serious y/n”

“Our house is pretty quiet if you haven’t noticed, unless you wanted our parents to hear us fuck.”

You cock your head to the side and look at him. He gets flustered and scratches his head.

“Um, what about we watch Fast and Furious.”

“Loud action movie, perfect.”

Once you turn it on Yunho walks over in front of you, his hand traces your jaw the next thing you know your lips are smashing into each other, the kiss his rough and sloppy both hungry for each other, you push him down onto your bed and take off your shirt before climbing on top of him straddling him while your hands are on his neck and one of his hands on your waits while the other is on your ass. he quickly grabs you and rolls over him now towering down over you, kissing your lips softer than before than kisses your jaw trailing down your neck making his way to your pants he leans up taking off his shirt, his abs were so defined you trace your finger down his stomach and onto his belt. Starting to unbuckle it looking up at him as he smirks he helps out finishing taking off his belt and he unbuttons your pants pulling them down and off along with your underwear, he moves you up the bed and leans down kissing your inner thighs his touch was everything you had imagined and more, every time you slept with someone you would picture him instead but this, this was so much better just from his touch you’re basically falling apart it normally take you a while to get fully turned on but you were so wet, you were wet from the moment his hands touched your waist in the kitchen.

“you’re so wet for me,” Yunho says making circling motions on your clit you moan you couldn’t help it, it felt so good.

“Yu-Yunho…. please”

He leans forward towering over you again still playing with your clit.

“Please… mmmm.. please fuck me”

He stops touching you and gets off the bed you gasp from the disappearance of his touch. He takes off his pants and boxers revealing his length you bite your lip with temptation you feel like jumping him, you’ve waited so long for this and it was actually happening.

“someone’s excited, you little whore”

He says grabbing a condom out of his wallet and then walking over to you, you didn’t even realize you were completely showing your emotions on your face. You turn your look away from him embarrassed. he gets back onto the bed grabbing your legs and pulling them towards him. He grabs your chin so you face him.

“Don’t be embarrassed love. I think it’s cute. You’ve wanted this for so long and now you have me”

Your furrow your eyebrows looking at him.

“Oh don’t give me that look, it was obvious the way you looked at me every time I came over at first the looks were innocent since we were just kids but then they got more intense you were basically drooling every time I was over”

His comments embarrassed you and got you a little angry, angry enough to try and move but he takes your wrists pinning them down leaning in close to you, feeling his breath on your lips and his cock on your stomach. This turned you on so much but you were still angry.

“Don’t be upset when it’s the truth, I thought it was cute but you were too young, seeing you here tonight made me change my mind, just let me fulfill your fantasy. I want you y/n”

“-okay”

He grins tarring open the condom and sliding it over his cock that was dripping in precum, he aligned his cock with you tracing your entrance before sliding it in, you gasp and grip the sheet his cock was so big and full of girth it stretched your walls, he almost completely pulled out before thrusting again into you.

“god you are so tight y/n… why is your bra still on, I want to suck on those perky tits of yours”

You quickly take off your bra allowing him to access the laches his lips onto your nibble sucking while thrusting into you, you were overwhelmed with sensations the room is filled with your moans and the sound of the tv on high volume. Finally unlatching from your breast he quickens his thrusts.

“Yunho, I’m gonna cum”

He grins going even faster placing two fingers on your clit and making circling motions again you were seeing stars as he continuously fucked you hard.

“come for me, love”

And you do, you cum all over his cock, your back arching with pleasure as he continues to pump in you, he pulls you and flips you over onto your stomach.

“Get on your knees”

You listen to his order and he pushes your head into the pillow thrusting himself deeper and harder into you, he was rough but you loved it, he gripped your thigh causing your walls to clench around him, he whimpers at the sensation he feels.

“fuck y/n-“ he groans again cumming, filling the condom with his seed, he pulls out and lays beside you, you roll over onto your back, your pants are almost in sync, till you hear a knock on the door. You both scramble to get your clothes on.

“Honey it’s me, what’s going on in there why is the door locked?”

You finish changing and quickly try and fix your hair. Open the door slightly.

“Sorry, mama it’s a habit I didn’t mean to lock it but Yunho fell asleep watching the movie I can just sleep in the spare I don’t wanna wake him, I was almost falling asleep myself.”

Her face was red from the alcohol you could tell she was drunk so you could use this.

“y/n are you lying to me why is your face so red?”

“okay I’m sorry I was lying… we grabbed one of your bottles of Tito’s and were drinking, and he passed out from the alcohol guess he’s a lightweight”

“y/n im disappointed, but thank you for being honest. The guest room is ready for you”

“love you, goodnight mama”

You close the door and let out a big exhale.

“Wow, she believed that.”

“she’s drunk so it was easy, now… you need to go to the guest room”

“thought I passed out?”

“I woke you up”

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