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letsgoletsgetit08 · 3 days ago

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soft hours pt. 2 - christmas

how they would celebrate christmas with you (plus a suprise they have trouble keeping secret)

maknae line

warnings: mdni, christmas fluff, smut

pairings: choi san x f!reader, song mingi x f!reader, jung wooyoung x f!reader, choi jongho x f!reader

word count: 5.8k

author's note: MERRY TEEZMAS! Here's the maknae line, finally! I picture this as slightly aged up members and their significant others, still famous and working in the industry but with solo careers (hence the ability to take actual time off for themselves). But I did try to keep that part vague. I'm not religious but I grew up with Christmas, but feel free to sub in whatever winter holiday tickles your fancy. Once again found myself writing much more for the maknae line but sue me, it's where 2/3 of my bias line lives!

likes, comments, and reblogs always welcome as long as you're not a minor!

Choi San: “Are you sure you want to do this? My family really wouldn’t mind coming to Seoul instead.” San fixed you with a worried look.

“Choi San,” you rolled your eyes, “I promise you, I’m not only happy but excited to see Namhae. It’s where you grew up, it’s important to me. I don’t care if everyone there knows your name, I don’t care if I’ll get dirty glares in the grocery store. As long as you’re with me, everything will be fine. I want to see every part of you and the town you grew up in is part of that.”

San’s troubled expression softened, his lips curling into a small smile, dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks, “I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He picked you up before you could protest, spinning you in a circle before gently letting your feet meet the ground once again, pulling you into a swift, tender kiss, “I’m going to make it worth it for you, I promise.”

“Spending time with you is always worth it, Sannie.” You kissed his left cheek, unable to hold back any longer, his dimples having tempted you for too long.

“Stop being so sweet or we’ll never get on the road.” He teased, planting one last kiss to your forehead before gathering your suitcases into his hands and heading outside towards the Uber. There wasn’t a great way to drive there from the city, so you’d be taking a very quick flight, likely spending just as long in the airport as you would on the plane. At least your days in economy seating were over since having started dating San.

Airports gave you mega anxiety, and you were soon reminded of several reasons you loved your boyfriend so much. The way he could sense your nerves, keeping you close to his side, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, holding onto your ticket and boarding pass for you so you didn’t have to panic every time you thought you misplaced it, speaking softly in your ear to help distract you from your surroundings.

He guided you in front of him through security, knowing you didn’t like feeling left behind. He was caught up with security for a minute as his bag passed through the sensor. You could see him trying to remain calm, speaking to the workers in a rushed but polite tone and wondered what the hold up was, but as soon as you were about to approach to check in, he was being waved through, an understanding seeming to have been reached.

“Everything okay?” You asked as he approached.

“All good,” He smiled at you reassuringly, “Just couldn’t figure out what my razor was I guess.”

“Ah, yes, because you definitely wouldn’t be more dangerous with just your bare hands.” You joked.

“Exactly.” He laughed.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch, and soon you were waiting on the curb outside of the small airport, excitedly waiting for San’s parents to arrive to take you to their house.

You loved his family, and they were always so warm and welcoming to you. It was so nice to see them in this context, the town they knew so well and loved.

Once at their house, you got to see something you’d been dying to witness since you met the man, “Byeoli!” San squealed as his cat trotted out and began rubbing on his ankles, purring loudly, “Hi, baby! It’s so good to see you.”

You knelt down beside San, and Byeol approached cautiously, sniffing your finger until finally deciding she approved, rubbing her cheek on your hand.

“Look at that. My two girls meeting at last.” San beamed at you, “She likes you. But I always knew she had good taste.”

“He has the best taste, isn’t that right, Byeol?” You addressed the cat rather than San.

After unloading your luggage into San’s childhood bedroom (still decorated the same, much to your amusement), the two of you were sent on a grocery run for some last minute things San’s mom needed for dinner that night.

San had been right to warn you. No less than ten people in the grocery store recognized him, assessing you in varying degrees of approval, ranging from polite acceptance to obvious, poorly hidden distaste and jealousy. But the latter didn’t hurt your feelings as much as you thought it would, easy to ignore with how proud San looked when he introduced you to them.

You adored hearing San wax poetic about his memories of his hometown as you drove around, taking an unnecessarily scenic route back home, how his face lit up when he saw that his favorite old ice cream shop was still open, the billboard with his face on it, which he blushed at the sight of, his high school, the park where he had his first kiss, his dad’s taekwondo studio. All of it was so distinctly him, painting the picture of the man with whom you were so deeply in love with as you put images to places you had only heard described to you before.

“San,” You grabbed his hand as he parked the car back in the driveway, “Thank you for showing me.”

“It’s not much to show,” He shrugged, “But it’s part of me.”

“It means the world to me, baby. You mean the world to me, and this town is part of you. Don’t undersell its value.”

He picked up your hand that was holding his, bringing it to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently, “I don’t think I realized how important it was for you to see it until we were here.” He sighed, “So thank you, jagi.”

“Any time, my love.” You smiled at him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the look he was giving you, amazed that after all this time, he could still elicit that sensation within you so easily.

You pulled him into a quick, deep kiss, pulling away before the two of you got lost in it, knowing everyone inside was awaiting your return.

San's older sister and brother-in-law arrived shortly after and you couldn't stop smiling at how happy you were with these people. You were all but estranged from your own family and before you met San, the holidays were spent either with friends or alone and it never really bothered you too much, but now, experiencing what this was like, it was making you emotional.

As you sat by San's side on the couch in their living room while everyone got caught up, you felt a tear escape your eye, rolling warm down your cheek.

San caught on immediately as you went to wipe it away, “Hey,” he squeezed your hand, “Everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, “Sorry, I just really love your family. You know how mine is…”

“Oh, honey,” San wrapped his arm around you, pulling you securely to his side, “I know. You never had this, huh?”

You shook your head.

“Well they're your family now, too, jagi.” He assured you.

San's sister overheard the last part, “Oh, did you already-”

San cut her off before she could continue, ignoring the confused look on your face, “Let's do gifts!”

Later that night, you had assured San you could be quiet when you couldn't take his teasing any longer, but you were having a hard time keeping that promise as his tongue lavished your core with expert precision, clasping a hand over your mouth as he carried you over the edge, other hand clasped tight in his hair, desperately trying to keep your movements small but unable to control your hips bucking against his face as you reached your peak, waves of pleasure rolling over you.

He pulled back, crawling towards you again, settling in behind you, kissing all over your shoulders and neck, “I will never get tired of that.” He whispered, and you could hear the smile on his voice.

“I hope that's true, because I sure as hell won't.” You turned to catch him in a lopsided kiss, “Let me help you, too, baby.”

“Jagi,” he kissed you sweetly, pulling away to yawn, but lining his cock up to your entrance nonetheless, “How did I get so lucky?”

“If you're too tired-”

“Never.”

He started rolling his hips slowly, knowing the exact motion that drove you crazy. You were still coming down from your last orgasm and he built it back quickly. Soon, you were clenching around him and his hips stilled as he followed. You tried to adjust to pull yourself off of him, but he wrapped an arm around you, stopping you, “Mmh, no, just stay. You're so warm.”

“I-” You chuckled as you heard him already breathing heavy, falling to sleep, “Yeah, okay. Anything for you, baby.”

You awoke a little while later to the feeling of San hard inside you again, unable to stop from clenching at the feeling, realizing he was awake and was obviously trying to stay still.

“Go ahead, baby, use me.” You whispered.

He grunted in acknowledgement, rolling you to your stomach and fucking you slowly and carefully into the mattress, your face graciously buried in the pillow to muffle any noises that may have tried to escape.

Before you knew it, the two of you were falling apart once again. This time, once you had ridden your orgasms out, San pulled out and allowed you to get up and go to the bathroom.

When you returned, he was sitting up in bed, a wild look on his face as you climbed in beside him, “Jagiya, I lied earlier at the airport.”

“You what? When?” You were racking your brain for anything he had said that might have been false.

“It wasn’t my razor that confused security,” he pulled a ring box from under his pillow, “It was this.” He opened it, revealing the ring of your dreams, “I was serious earlier though, when I said you're family now. I already consider myself the luckiest man on earth having you by my side, and I want that to be true. Permanently. Take my name. Join my family. And let's start our own someday. Please, love? Marry me.”

“Choi San.” You felt tears well up again, “Yes, God, yes. Nothing would make me happier.”

“Choi Y/N.” He whispered it like a prayer. You were his family now and he was yours. You could hardly sleep in your excitement afterwards, making out with your fiance into the early hours of the morning.

Song Mingi: The bed dipping with added weight roused you from a deep sleep. Blue early morning light streamed in through the curtains as you blinked open your eyes.

“Mingi?” Your voice cracked as you sat up, bleary eyed and disoriented, reaching for the bottle of water you kept on your bedside table.

“Baby!” Mingi’s deep voice rattled your sleepy brain as he pounced on top of the suitcase he had just hefted onto the bed, “Can you help me out real quick?”

“What time is it?” You groaned.

“7am! Come on, we need to be on the road at 8!”

“Song Mingi. Once upon a time, you and I bonded over the fact that we're not morning people.” You grumbled as you tossed the comforter aside to assist your goofy boyfriend.

“I know, that's why I was very brave and got up early to pack for us. There’s coffee on in the kitchen, cutie.” He kissed your temple hastily as you came around to help hold the pieces of the suitcase together for him to zip.

“Okay, I forgive you- wait, is this all games? Do you really think you can get the guys to play Catan again after what happened last time?” You eyed him skeptically.

“Wooyoung and Jongho made up a week later!” He defended himself, “You know I've gotta at least try.”

“I know, I know.” You rolled your eyes, “It's your favorite.”

“No, baby.” He grunted as the zipper finally closed all the way, “You're my favorite.” He tackled you back onto the bed, peppering your face with kisses, ending with a slow, sweet kiss on your lips, “I love you a whole lot, have I said that recently?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to consider it, “I mean, not in the last business day, probably.”

Mingi gasped, “Inconceivable!” He practically shouted in your ear, resuming his attack.

“You're the silliest goose on the whole pond.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

“As long as it's your pond.” He replied, hopping to his feet and pulling you up behind him, not awaiting your reply, “C'mon, go get dressed! I'll go pour you some coffee.”

“You're acting more odd than normal and I'm going to figure out why.” You mumbled as you trudged over to your dresser, finding it nearly empty, “Wait, Mingi, did you pack for me, too?” You called to him in the kitchen.

“Yeah! I just grabbed everything!” He called back, “I laid you out an outfit, it's on your desk chair.”

You looked over to find a pair of his sweats and one of his oversized t-shirts with your bra and a pair of underwear laid on top. “These are your clothes!” You yelled through a chuckle.

“You look so cute in my clothes,” He reentered the room, handing you your favorite coffee mug, “Plus, I kinda packed everything I've ever seen you wear.”

You rolled your eyes as you began changing in front of him.

“Ugh, baby. That's no fair.” He whined.

“What?” You asked, confused, as you pulled on clean underwear.

“You're so hot and I don't even have time to have sex with you about it.” Mingi pouted, ogling you from his position on the bed.

You laughed, crossing over to him with only underwear on, “Not with that attitude.”

Half an hour and three orgasms later, Mingi came up for air from in between your legs, licking his lips like he had just eaten the most delicious meal in the world - he probably would argue he had, if you'd asked him.

“Jagi,” You gasped, still breathing hard as he kissed up your torso, “We have to get on the road.”

Mingi pouted but didn't protest too much, letting you up to get dressed and pack your toiletries.

Yunho's lake house had become a yearly tradition for the eight of them, everyone heading there a couple of days after Christmas to stay through New Years. Plus ones were prohibited except for “serious” relationships, which they typically defined as at least engaged. You had thought Mingi might propose on Christmas, but you were even more excited at the thought of it happening on New Years Eve.

Christmas this year had been lovely. He had an uncanny ability for gift giving, you suspected he kept a running list of every thing you mentioned vaguely wanting throughout the year, and this year was no exception. His mom had the two of you over for Christmas, feeding you far too much and giving you knowing glances like she knew what laid ahead for you in the very near future. You were so grateful with how welcoming she had been since you started dating Mingi, knowing how big of a momma's boy he was, her approval meant everything to you. You would have been happy had he proposed at Christmas, and as much as having his mom's approval meant to you, you absolutely adored the seven other members of his group, considering them to already be like brothers to you, and by how they treated you, you figured they considered you similarly. Truth be told though, you would be thrilled no matter where or when he proposed.

Road trips were one of your favorite things to do with Mingi. They were always filled with silly made-up car games and singing along to music at the beginning, turning to comfortable silence with his hand on your thigh as he drove, talking intermittently about anything and everything and nothing at all towards the end. Most of all, you loved the uninterrupted time you got just to simply stare at him and take him in. You thought he was the most beautiful person on the planet, every detail of his face and body a work of art in and of itself.

“...and that's why I don't think you'd ever remember it even if you had been abducted by aliens.” Mingi concluded his thesis as he pulled the car into the driveway of the lake house at last.

“Hmm.” You considered, “I think we'll just have to agree to disagree on this one, my love.”

“I'm taking a vote when we go in.” Mingi shot you a challenging look as he got out of the driver's seat, darting around to your door to open it for you before you could do it yourself.

“Good, I can't wait to win the vote.” You teased him, leaning in for a kiss, gasping as he pulled a fast one on you, leaning in to return it only to turn away and deny you at the last second.

“Song Mingi!” You chastised him, “Fine. No more kisses ever again since you don't want them.”

“What!” He pouted, rushing back over to you with pleading eyes, taking your empty threat seriously, “Baby, no! Please, forgive me, I'm so sorry, don't deprive me!”

You snickered at him, “Aw, princess.” You pulled him close, giving him a chaste peck on his pretty lips, “I would shrivel up and die if l couldn't kiss you.”

“You guys are disgusting, I take it back, no plus ones.” Yunho bullied you from the porch, “Mingi, go ahead and go home.”

“Hey!” Mingi barked, offended by his best friend's words.

“We missed you, too, Yunho.” You rolled your eyes, strolling over to him as he waited with open arms for a hug.

“It’s been too long, noona.” Yunho crushed you to his chest. You weren't exactly petite, squarely on the tall side and you could wear Mingi’s jeans pretty easily, filling them out similarly in the ass and thigh region, but he and Yunho still made you feel small in comparison.

“Thank you for inviting me.” You answered through constricted lungs, “I do have to breathe, though.”

“My bad.” Yunho chuckled as he released you, “I just have to make sure you know you're my favorite. But don't tell anyone.”

You crossed your heart, “It's our secret, Yuyu.” You winked at him.

The rest of the night followed in a similar fashion, ending with all of you in the spacious living room, pleasantly buzzed. Wooyoung sat curled in San's lap, relaying a story you all had heard a thousand times but indulged in letting him tell regardless, mostly due to the entertaining way he reenacted it. Seonghwa sat on the floor in front of Hongjoong, building the Star Wars Lego set the latter had gifted him from Christmas as his husband stared at him with an endless depth of adoration in his eyes. Jongho, who was pretty perpetually single by his own choice, sat in front of the fireplace with his guitar, humming and singing quietly. Yeosang leaned onto Yunho's shoulder, letting his boyfriend play with his hair absentmindedly. You hadn't realized the two of them were dating, but you had to admit, it was rather cute. Roommates to lovers, a tale as old as time. You supposed the “engaged at minimum” rule didn't apply to the host himself.

You felt so at peace, so at home with everyone there, so full of love for all of them. Honored to have been let in to this sacred circle and welcomed with open arms.

The next few days were spent playing games - including, much to your surprise, an oddly civil game of Catan - or with Wooyoung and Mingi in the kitchen, San, Yunho, and Seonghwa fighting like siblings in the snow, Hongjoong and Jongho writing and singing songs together, you and Yeosang watching movies and discussing the quirks - some endearing, some harder to stomach - of your significant others, the two of whom had known one another since middle school. You were so excited for this to be your family, you could hardly wait for New Years.

When the night in question finally came around, though you knew it was coming (Wooyoung had barged in as you were getting dressed earlier, making sure your fingernails were painted), Mingi’s proposal still managed to surprise you.

Right before midnight, champagne flutes passed out, all of you dressed in cocktail formal, excited for an excuse to get dressed up after a week of sweats and pajamas, Mingi tapped his flute with a knife to get everyone's attention, “A toast! To my friends, who have been with me through everything, the ups and downs of being idols and just life in general, and most importantly, who have listened and advised me on my relationship with my beautiful girlfriend. It means the world to me that you all love her so much. I consider us to be family,” he turned to you then, fishing in his pocket, “But I'd really like us to be family officially. If you'll have me, sweetheart. Nothing could make me happier.” He knelt down, opening the ring box with one large hand, showing you the most perfect ring you could have dreamed of.

“Mingi,” you beamed at him, “Yes, of course, baby. You better fucking marry me, you goose.”

“As long as I'm your goose.” He rose, removing the ring and guiding it gently onto your ring finger.

“Always.” You promised.

“Ten!” Wooyoung began the countdown to midnight.

“Nine!” The others joined in, yourself and Mingi included, waiting for the clock to strike twelve before you sealed the moment with a kiss.

“Eight!” You all chanted. “Makes one team!” You added in between, garnering laughter from the group.

“Seven!”

“Six!”

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

“Happy New Year!”

It wasn't your first kiss, obviously, but it might as well have been, the way the butterflies in your abdomen danced at the contact, face going warm as several of the boys wolf whistled at the display. It only served to egg Mingi on, and he swung you down into a deep dip, never breaking your kiss.

“Okay, okay, ew. Enough. Save it for the wedding.” Jongho pretended to complain from across the circle.

“Booooo!” Wooyoung shot back at him.

“Be nice, baby.” San half-heartedly scolded him.

“He's being rude!” Wooyoung defended himself.

Mingi brought you back to your feet as the bickering escalated in the background, wiggling his eyebrows at you conspiratorially.

You nodded, grabbing his hand and sneaking away as the other seven continued their nonsense, too absorbed in it to realize the two of you had made like bandits for the bedroom.

Mingi didn't even scold you for getting distracted by your new ring as you straddled him and rode his cock for the first time as an engaged couple. In fact, you're pretty sure he only fucked you harder for it.

The two of you eventually collapsed onto the bed in a pile of tangled, sweaty limbs after round three, completely blissed out on the love you had for one another and excited for the future together that awaited you.

Jung Wooyoung: Sure, introducing your Harry Potter-obsessed boyfriend to the Lord of the Rings trilogy was a calculated risk. They had always been your favorite Christmas break movies and you wanted to share that tradition with Wooyoung. You had predicted he would like them, but what you hadn't been prepared for was just how much he liked them. You would be spending a belated Christmas with his family, postponed a few days due to his older brother's work schedule, so Christmas Eve and Day would be spent just the two of you at your apartment together.

Little did you know, Wooyoung had been planning.

The unmistakable noise of clattering pots and pans in the kitchen served as your alarm that morning, followed by a hushed curse under Wooyoung’s breath. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you dragged your still sleep-laden body out of bed, donning Wooyoung’s discarded sweatshirt on your way into the kitchen.

“Everything okay, baby?” You asked, your voice still gravelly with sleep.

Wooyoung jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly deeply concentrated as he stirred the pot on the stove, “Ah! Fuck! You scared me!”

You chuckled, coming up behind him, wrapping your arms around his sinfully slutty waist, “Sorry, kitten,” You apologized, “I just heard a noise and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Dammit.” Wooyoung pouted, “I wanted to wake you up with breakfast, I’m sorry.”

You kissed his cheek, “There’s nothing to apologize for. Want me to go back to bed so you can do your original plan?”

Wooyoung turned around in your embrace, kissing you on the nose, “No, baby, not unless you want to. It’s almost done and I love your company.”

“Okay, but, um…” You trailed off, hating to ask for something when he was already doing so much, “Nevermind, I’ll do it.”

Wooyoung grabbed your wrist to stop you, “Absolutely not! My baby is not lifting a finger today. What did you need, jagi?”

“I just wanted some coffee.” You smiled at him sheepishly.

“Say less.” Wooyoung beamed at you, planting a swift kiss to your lips before breaking off and moving to make you coffee.

An hour later, three cups of coffee in, Wooyoung was placing the last pastry on the table after putting a different dish he was preparing for later in the oven.

“If you want me to die in a food coma, just say so.” You teased him as you sat down to indulge yourself on his delicious-smelling baked goods.

“No, sweetheart, I just want you to enjoy yourself.” Wooyoung couldn’t contain his smile as he watched your eyes roll back at the first bite of his creation.

“Baby. No offense but I’m breaking up with you for this danish.” You joked.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped in fake offense, “But wait! That danish can’t get you off!”

You shrugged, “Ah, well. Good thing I have a vibrator.”

Wooyoung stuck his bottom lip out, “You know good and well you like my dick better.”

“Hm…” You pretended to consider his words, “My memory is hazy, maybe I need a refresher before I can answer that completely honestly.”

The Fellowship of the Ring played in the background as Wooyoung fucked you over the back of the couch, but neither of you were paying attention to the movie.

“Admit it.” Wooyoung growled in your ear, “My cock is the only thing that can truly satisfy you.”

“God. Fuck, yes, Youngie. Your cock is the only thing now please fuck me harder.” You begged, sweat dripping down your brow as your boyfriend pounded into you painstakingly slowly, knowing he was driving you crazy.

“Yes, ma’am.” Wooyoung obeyed, picking up his pace until the two of you were panting as you were finally able to release.

The rest of the day passed much the same way, between eating, fucking, watching movies, exchanging gifts, and nodding off in between. Hours past sunset, the two of you were back in the kitchen, lethargic from your day of consuming calories and quickly turning around to burn them in the most hedonistic ways possible, washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. Wooyoung paused after he put away the last plate you handed him, “Oh, wait! I forgot! I have one more gift for you!”

“Wooyoung!” You protested, “You got me more than enough!”

“I really think you’ll want this one, though.” Wooyoung winked at you before darting out of the kitchen only to return a few minutes later, hands behind his back, kneeling down in front of you, revealing the ring box he had grasped in his hands, “Baby, you’ve been nothing but a bright spot since you came into my life. I want to spend the rest of it teasing you, spoiling you, and making you laugh. Will you make me the happiest Hobbit in the whole Shire and please marry me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly proposal, “Yes, but try again without the references.”

“Oh, if that was an issue, I’m afraid you’ll hate what I engraved the ring with.” Wooyoung blushed.

“You didn’t.” You buried your face in your hands, “Good Lord. I should have never introduced you to Tolkien. Yes, Jung Wooyoung. Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?” He stood up quickly, opening the ring box to show you the most intricate, most you ring of all time, sure enough, engraved with “one ring to rule them all” on the inside of the band.

“Yes, honey.” You pulled him in for a kiss before he could fit the ring onto your finger, “I never want anyone else.”

“I’m the happiest man alive.” Wooyoung’s smile reached from ear to ear.

“I’m incredibly happy, too.” You returned his smile, “But we are not having a Lord of the Rings themed wedding.”

“Right. Harry Potter themed.” Wooyoung nodded, like this was the only answer.

“Hell fucking no.” You tickled him, “We can plan later, though. Right now I need to show you my secret cave.”

“Ooh, is Gollum in there?”

“Only if you’ve decided to call your dick ‘Gollum’, then I guess so, yes.”

“I prefer to think of it as more of a Smeagol.” Wooyoung took your hand dragging you to the bedroom.

“Just please don’t try to do the voice.” You pleaded.

He didn't oblige. You were going to marry the fuck out of him anyway.

Choi Jongho: You could always tell when Jongho was up to something, and this week, the week leading up to Christmas, was turning out to fall directly into that category. A mischievous glint sparkled in your boyfriend’s eye all week. The two of you had been dating for a few years now and you suspected he would propose at some point in the near future, but you honestly had no idea when. The man lived to keep you on your toes.

He didn’t do it while the two of you celebrated Christmas with your family.

He didn’t do it while the two of you celebrated Christmas with his family.

He didn’t do it as the two of you opened your gifts to one another late at night on Christmas Day.

No. Why would he? He just spent the entirety of both days tricking you into thinking he might do it. He had handed you a conspicuously sized square box wrapped in paper. Earrings. They were beautiful, of course. He knew your taste well.

He had taken you on a scenic walk, kneeling down at the overlook, only to tie his shoe, laughing at your face, poorly disguised in shock, disappointment, then frustration, all in quick succession.

He had asked to make a toast at your family’s Christmas dinner. Didn’t propose.

Your boyfriend might be a little evil.

Christmas with him had always been somewhat like this, with him feeding you false leads about what gifts he was getting you, especially as it got closer to the actual holiday, only to have gotten you something better than what he was alluding to the whole time. On top of everything, of course he was an annoyingly good gift giver.

It was December 27th and you were nearly at your wit’s end. The two of you were still off work and with everything temporarily back open between holidays, Jongho had planned something incredibly special for the two of you, much to your surprise. You honestly had no clue how he was so damn talented at hiding things from you. Maybe you just weren’t as observant as you thought you were.

Dinner at a nice restaurant turned into a carriage ride around the park, ending with the two of you slow dancing in a gazebo to a song that he had written just for you.

“I mean every word, you know.” Jongho whispered as the gravity of his lyrics rushed over you. For as often as he was impish and playful, he was at other times, equally as genuine, vulnerable, and honest with you. It nearly broke your heart every time he shared that side of himself with you.

“Jongho…” You didn’t know what to say, “You mean so much to me, baby.”

“And you to me.” He answered, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You waited with bated breath, thinking that this might be it, it might be time for him to finally pop the question, but instead, he simply carried on dancing with you.

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, throat constricting with your frustration.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Jongho looked at you, concern evident on his face.

“Nothing.” You lied. “Sorry. Today has been wonderful, I just feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Crazy?” He cocked his eyebrow at you.

“Yes, Jongho.” The tears fell genuinely now, “It’s probably stupid, I don’t even know if it’s where we’re at, I thought I did, but now I’m confused and I feel stupid for ever thinking it-”

“Thinking, what, baby?” Jongho pushed the hair off of your forehead.

“All week you’ve been doing little things that I keep misinterpreting as you being about to propose. It’s stupid. I’m probably just delusional.” You sobbed then, pulling away from him.

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” Jongho pulled you back to his chest, “I’m so sorry. I was just being a problem to mess with you. I never should have gone this far. You’re not crazy, though. I promise.” Jongho kissed your forehead before kneeling in front of you, reaching into his jacket pocket, “I’ve had this for about three months now. It’s just a weird tradition in my group to propose on Christmas so I wanted to make our anniversary different from theirs. I’m so sorry, darling. I want nothing more than to call you my wife. I’ve known I wanted to marry you since our first date. I’ve worked to be the man you deserve every day since then and I never plan on stopping, though I don’t see myself as ever reaching that goal, because you deserve better than I can ever give you. But I never want to stop in my pursuit. If you’re not too terribly mad at me, will you please consider? Marry me, my love.”

The tears streaming down your face took on a whole different meaning at his words, “I feel so silly.” You sobbed, “But yes. Yes, please, Jongho. I’d be so happy to.”

It took the loud clearing of a passer by’s throat to break the two of you out of your public makeout session, both of you agreeing that your activities should move back inside your apartment.

The way he took you apart so devotedly, so lovingly, bringing you wave after wave of pleasure on his mouth, his hands, and his gorgeous cock that night made you more sure than ever of your decision to marry him. He kept you on your toes and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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stardustandash · 6 hours ago

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How many fics have you worked on since January?

Worked on about 55? I think? Its hard to calculate as I posted whumptober and febuwhump as individual stories but they exist in one doc each on my computer. I've worked on 6 fics that are either as of yet unposted, unprinted in a zine, or just lost unfinished limbo (I need to work on my merrin-focused post nur fic omg)

2. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I guess I've tried to play more with present vs past tense, and finishing multichapter fics before posting. Did try out a time loop for the first time during whumptober and had fun with that!

3. What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

I feel like Star Wars is the pretty obvious answer, though right at the end of the year here comes Dragon Age with a steel chair after 4 years of not really being involved in the fandom

4. How many fandoms did you write for this year?

Seven, I think! Jedi Fallen Order & Survivor, The Bad Batch, Dragon Age Inquisition & Veilguard, FFXV, FFXVI, Horizon Zero Dawn & Forbidden West, and Twisted Wonderland

5. What ships captured your heart?

As a gen writer its rare for ships to catch me, but thank you Veilguard for giving me Rook x Harding, and M!Rook x Emmrich. (Not a fan of F!Rook x Emmrich sorry yall)

7. What characters captured your heart?

As always Cal remains number 1 in my heart. I love him so much, along with the whole Mantis crew <3 For new this year, I am bewitched body and soul by the Veilguard crew. The writers were cooking with all of them, they're all amazing!!

8. Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

...Does Veilguard count lol? For new fandoms I wrote one FFXVI fic early in the year.

I've got two fics for Rook x Harding and one wip for Rook x Emmrich as new ships!

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

That's a hard question!! I think I poured a lot of my own personal emotional anguish into a lot of the fics I wrote this year. It's been a rough year for many reasons, and writing out all that angsty hurt/comfort helped a lot

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

I think finishing 'what makes a family' was honestly one of the best feelings ever! And the fact that I still get comments on it from time to time about people binge-reading it.

11. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

I guess I could go with the above, but actually completing whumptober was pretty satisfying.

12. What fic was the most difficult to write?

'i do not love the bright sword for its sharpness' is at the top of this pile. i think about it constantly but actually writing it is proving super difficult, and it remains unfinished...

13. What fic was the easiest to write?

The one for the Pabu Days zine!! I wrote the first draft in just over an hour, and it was about 1k too many words lol

14. What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

of the ones written entirely in this year, 'take a breath before the plunge' wins with its 11k words. If we count just completed this year, 'what makes a family' wins at just shy of 70k

The shortest was one of the whumptober fics, 'where flesh and metal meet'

15. What were your go-to writing songs?

The Horizon games' soundtracks! Less of a song list, but there's too many to put in here.

What was the hardest fic to title?

...all of them. Titling things is the hardest part of writing fics

16. What's your favorite title of the year?

Love and Blood Both Run Red, or maybe Cold But For Your Company

17. Share your favorite opening line

In some way, Tech thinks, it is poetic to die for his family.

From here, at the bottom

18. Share your favorite ending line

He turned, and came face to face with a skull staring back at him. There were holes through the skull, and though everything had been decayed by time, Cal could still see that the skeleton wore Jedi robes.

From then there was nothing

19. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

ooh i don't know! If its humorous then assume its one of my favourites

20. Share your funniest line

see above

21. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

I think being able to slip back into old fandoms and characters for whumptober was a surprise. it didn't change the story but it was surprisingly quick to get back into things i hadn't touched in years

22. What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

I use microsoft word for all my fics. which isn't great for longform fic and probably why i don't write too much of it

23. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Again, actually managing to complete whumptober felt really good!! I've never managed to finish a writing challenge like that so it was a really proud moment

24. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

I don't think I've ever done anything?? Though I am thinking about starting a lil scrapbook of comments or smth like that

25. How did you recharge between fics?

what is this recharge you speak of? I am either possessed by ideas that demand attention or left in a drought of creativity

26. Did you create fanworks other than fic?

I do playlists for myself sometimes. I have ones for Cal, Crosshair, and Omega right now. I constantly wish i had the patience to improve my art skills to do fanart

27. How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

4 if you count febuwhump and whumptober. I'm in a Bad Batch zine that's in preorders right now - Pabu Days, and participating in a fic/art exchange for new years for Twisted Wonderland

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

firstly I'd like to thank my cat for being the one to hear me talk out plot points and details. I'd also like to thank @pennflinn and @breakfastteatime for being both supportive of all my j:fo fics as well as being inspirations themselves in that fandom! And the whole j:fo fandom at large for being awesome and supportive of each other's works. And I need to mention @fanfoolishness for joining me in not one, not two, but THREE! fandoms here!! As well, shoutout to @shadowcrow for yelling on my rook x harding fics! it's a small corner of the fandom but at least it's got you there!

29. What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

Finish this fic for the new years exchange, and get another chapter of Blood and Love Both Run Red up! Though it may only be one of those that happens...

30. What would you like to write next year?

I wanna finish bright sword and get that post nur Merrin fic postable! And since I'm currently consumed by Veilguard I wanna write more of that next year too!

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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secriden · 1 day ago

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Watching Joong's Hurt Me Please MV with the context of how episode 6 ended and how this is likely a song about Fadel's thoughts and feelings about Style after Finding Out, I wanted to take a deeper look at the lyrics.

I have transcribed the English lyrics on Youtube side by side with a fan translated version (credit: bl_zonee on Twitter) just because there's different shades of meaning between them that I find really interesting and I'm curious which one is the more accurate translation or if both are valid, but just give different nuance. (Perhaps a mutual who understands Thai would be willing to give some insight? *u*)

Verse 1 makes a lot of sense to me: Fadel must be wondering how Style could be so cruel ("unkind" / "heartless") because every instance of Style being honest and asking for honesty in return, all of Style's genuine desperation to bare his heart to Fadel in episode 5 and 6, now looks like a calculated, cruel deception.

And after being so afraid to reveal his secret to Style for fear that it would make Style walk away from him, there's a painful irony in Fadel now wishing Style had walked away before. Because the betrayal hurts so much more now that Fadel has given in to his heart.

The chorus is where the nuance between the translations gets interesting.

The Youtube version seems almost like Fadel is taunting Style, putting up a front that he can take the pain Style is dishing out and more. It's like he's hiding behind the bravado of being able to handle the hurt, and even more.

The MV also depicts Style smiling sadistically after slapping Fadel, as if he's enjoying the pain he's inflicting. Meanwhile, Fadel looks up almost in adoration, a strange softness in his eyes at odds with how cruelly he's being treated. The knowledge of Style's betrayal has turned Style into a monster in Fadel's mind, one which he cannot help but to still have soft, affectionate feelings.

But the fan translation sounds much more hurt and accusatory. Fadel is expressing his pain and anguish much more plainly and "you did this to me" is a line that demands responsibility.

In both translations, though, the last line ("can't get enough" / "enjoying the pain") gives us a hint that Fadel isn't willing to give Style up even now. Despite the pain, despite feeling as if he's simultaneously burning up and drowning, there's a part of him that still wants this. That still wants Style.

Interestingly, as Fadel sings the last line he begins to visibly struggle against the rope tying him to the chair. The soft look vanishes and in place is a determination and shadow that spells trouble for Style. The shock is wearing off and Fadel is starting to fight back.

Verse 2 is where the agony really hits, for me.

In both versions, Fadel recognises the way Style's love was (maybe still is?) precious to him ("your love feeds my soul" / "your love nourished my heart"). But because Style's love is a lie, it's transformed into a weapon ("poison"). It twists Style's love into a source of "hurt" to Fadel.

Which is why I think both versions have a line where Fadel admits that there's a part of him that wants Style to keep hurting him -- or rather, to keep loving him; because these are the same thing to Fadel now -- ("hurt me, make me feel used" / "the more I was hurt the more I enjoyed it") whilst also remaining accusatory ("the more I loved, the more sorrow/I suffered").

The lines about "nothing left to write about our love" / "our story" also feel very pointed and final. A closing of a chapter; a closing of the possibility of their former, uncomplicated happily ever after. Style has nothing left to write (report) back to his superiors (the police) because Fadel's love is already complete and his deception has reached the inevitable conclusion of Fadel being found out/destroyed.

All this happens while we see Style continuing to threaten Fadel with a golf club and an almost crazed expression of glee juxtaposed with flashes of Fadel and Style in much happier times.

Also the fact that this line comes with this scene *sobs uncontrollably):

The first chorus comes back once and the music reaches a plateau. We are clearly preparing for a drop, or a modulation and we get exactly that (twice!) with the second chorus:

Here, both versions converge: Fadel is angry, he's furious. Style hurt him and he's going to repay all of it and more ("you'll hurt [by much more]" / "you must suffer more than I did"). The lyrics tell us that, while Fadel cannot take back the hurt (take back his love), he can certainly ensure he isn't alone in the suffering (this love will also hurt Style).

It is at this part where my heart sank as I realised that Fadel's "I think I love you" line in episode 6 now takes on a much more sinister tone.

Because I think that discovering Style's betrayal was also what made Fadel realise the truth of his love for Style; the very agony he was in was the sign that Fadel's heart was lost to him. But even as it is true, I also think he still made the choice to ruin Style in the same breath.

A decision was made in this moment, and everything Fadel does afterwards in this scene is deliberate.

There is, however, one piece of hope:

Despite Fadel's expressed fury, what the MV shows us is Fadel breaking out of his bonds, shoving Style back and punching him once and then:

For all his anger, for all his rage, for all his threats of manifold vengeance, what we see is Fadel pressing close and kissing Style; once on the lips, and once on his chest (heart), all while the lyrics makes space for one last plea:

("don't betray me")

For me, its the way the line is shown together with this direct visual parallel between the ignorant Fadel in the past (left) and the Fadel of the present who has seen through Style's deception (right) that I find particularly compelling. Even now, even at the point of Fadel discovering Style's betrayal, there is still hope for forgiveness.

Because Fadel cannot help himself. Because Style made Fadel's bleeding heart whole again; and it beats, it feels, and despite how much it hurts, what Fadel still wants more than anything else in the world -- desperately and simply -- is Style.

#joong archen #the heart killers #thk ost #thk meta #fadelstyle #fadel #another detail i loved was how the style that is beating fadel up looks NOTHING like the style we see in the show #he's dressed in dark colours; he's cold and sinister and seemingly unfeeling; he doesn't even MOVE the way style does in the show #but the style in the flashback scenes very much DOES looks like the style in the show - warm and affectionate and playful #and notably in all the flashback scenes style and fadel are always in the same state of undress (tank tops)#because that suggests an equal level of vulnerability #ahh i loved this although i hated it #but ngl i felt a bit comforted by the ending #i mean i know the narrative/genre/source already tells us that we'll get our happily ever after #but a part of me is so so grateful that the potential for this forgiveness is still present even NOW; even at the point of discovery #because that shows just how much fadel LOVES [intentional present tense] style #dunk natachai #did a fantastic job with all the “roles” he had in this mv #but dammit joong was BREATHTAKING #also the almost screech-like quality his voice takes on during the 2nd modulation which mimics the way fadel's fury has reached a frenzy #its crazy he's crazy THEY'RE CRAZY <33333

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silverstarssart · 3 days ago

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The thing that's really getting me is that the final lines in Epic is "I love you."

From the very first strings of Penelope's theme in The Horse and The Infant, Telemaches' theme being a mirror of his father's, to Polities's words being repeated again and again, the palpable LOVE in Epic is the driving force for Odysseus. Why he killed the infant, why he sacrificed his crew, why he endured all the horror and the tragedy.

Penelope is only in the very last few songs of the musical, but we have had so much build up of her theme and presence that we feel that we have known her all along, but she's not quite there, she's just out of reach to us and Odysseus.

The constant repetition of her theme, the electric fakeness of it in Suffering that shows it's not truly her, the strings playing when Odysseus refuses Circe. And then the full orchestra of The Challenge comes in and we see just how she's been waiting, waiting, waiting for him.

In the end, Odysseus just wanted to go home, to Ithaca, to that house that mirrored the city he sacked, to the son he never got to know, to the wife who broke her hands every night on the loom to buy him time, to hold them with hands stained with blood.

In the end, he's just a man, who traded the world to see his son and wife.

#epic the musical #jorge the genius you are #jorge rivera herrans #epic odysseus #epic the ithaca saga

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heart4caitlin · 18 hours ago

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kk arnold fic based off of sailor song

SAILOR SONG / kk arnold

warnings : religious trauma , angst , self doubt , mainly reader focused

pair : kk arnold x fem!reader

wc : 1659

You had grown up in a house where God was the answer for everything. You were hurting? Pray harder. Doubt? Have more faith. You’d learn to obey the word of God, learnt to not go against your parents. You kept everything suppressed, suffocating yourself in so much guilt. You’d never looked at boys a certain way during school, never thought about them.

Until you went to college. But it wasn’t a boy. It was KK Arnold.

KK was extremely vibrant, lighting up every room she walked into with such a contagious laugh and smile. Who wouldn’t fall for her?

The first time the two of you had kissed was on a pier. KK had begged for you to sneak out around midnight to go see her. You remembered how she looked under the moonlight, her skin glowing as she smiled at you.

“Come on.. What’s the worst that could happen?” KK had teased as she leaned against the railing, her hand caressing your cheek.

"I could burn in hell..?" You laugh nervously as you play with the cross sitting around your neck.

KK scoffed, her hand coming up to pull yours down as she leans in closer. "You deserve to be happy.. Even if it's with me." She whispers before pushing her lips against yours, both of your eyes fluttering closed.

You had messed up, of course you did. You hadn't meant to. It had just started with your mom glancing at your phone and seeing your lock screen, a photo of KK smiling on the pier.

"Who is that, Y/n?" your mother had asked eventually, her tone a bit suspicious.

You froze as you stared up at your mom. "A friend."

"You've been spending a lot of time with this friend." Your mother pointed out, her head tilted to the side as she turned back to the counter, going back to cutting vegetables for supper.

"She's just important to me is all," You forced out with a smile, sliding your phone into your pocket.

"You sound like you're in love with her. Which is wrong, you can't love a girl like that." She had spat out, not even turning around to look at you as she rambled on about how wrong it was.

You were silent for a minute before speaking up. "What if I was though?" Your voice barely above a whisper as your mom froze, turning around to stare at you with disbelief written on her face.

"It's not a sin, it's just love." Your voice was trembling as you sat down in one of the chairs, looking down as you played with your cross again, a habit that you picked up.

"It is a sin. You're just confused about all of this. You're only 19 after all, you'll find the perfect man soon enough. I raised you better than this."

"I-I'm not confused though, mama! This is who I am, I-I really do love KK." You snapped, your frustration finally boiling over.

"Do not bring her name into this house ever again." Your father had finally made his entrance, his voice thundering throughout the house, his hand slamming down onto the table making you jump and look over at him.

"We will fix this. Us and the church will pray for you. God will show you the right path." Your mom had joined back in, wiping her hands off on a towel as she steps closer to the table with your dad.

"You don't love her." Your father spat out coldly. "You love your family and God. You will repent for this, Y/n."

You had sat stiffly in the pastor's office, the walls were lined with Bibles, different texts, framed photos of baptisms and weddings. Your mother was sitting next to you holding a tissue for herself, dabbing at her eyes every few minutes. Your father was on the other side of you, his jaw tight and his hands were clasped together.

"Y/n.. Your parents told me you have been struggling recently. I wanted to let you know that God wants you to come back to him." Your pastor had leaned forward on his desk, his hands clasped together in front of him as well.

Your stomach churned, he made it sound like KK were a sin, something bad in her life. You looked down for a split second, your fingernails pressing into your palms before you stared right at him. "I never left him."

The pastor let out a sigh, taking his glasses off and setting them on the table. "I know this may be confusing for you, Y/n... The world is a difficult place, but you know what he says. God's word is the ultimate truth and we are to follow it."

Your mother reached a hand out to your knee as you looked back down again. "We love you, we really do, sweetheart. Don't let this... confusion ruin the beautiful life God has planned for you."

Your pastor cleared his throat, making the three of you look over to him. "In Corinthians, Paul tells us, 'Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived.'" He looked up back at you again. "I don't want that for you. None of us do."

That night you sat alone on your bedroom floor, staring at the cross above your bed, something you've had for years, it being a gift from your parents. It used to comfort you through sad times, now it's presence is suffocating. A constant reminder of what had happened earlier.

You pulled your knees to your chest as sobs fell from you. The constant reminder that they were right, you were just sick, you just needed God to save you again. Tears were covering your cheeks and eventually falling down onto KK's jacket, making even more sobs fall from you.

The next morning was quiet when you awoke. The rays of sunshine filling your room make you wince when you open your eyes. It took you a few minutes to get out of bed and to change into something, deciding on just a pair of jeans and a simple light blue floral shirt. Your heart ached when you reached for your bedroom door, taking a deep breath before opening it and walking out, making your way to the kitchen.

Both of your parents were in the kitchen, their talking stopping once they saw you. Your mother was at the counter holding a mug in her hand while your father was at the table, his bible open with notes next to it.

You nodded towards them before walking over and grabbing a glass and pulling out a tea bag, your back facing them.

"We still need to speak, Y/n." Your father said, making you freeze for a few seconds.

"I don't think there's anything else left to say." You refused to turn around just yet.

"There's a lot left to say. We will not sit here and watch you throw your life away just for some.. some girl."

"God has a life planned out for you, sweetheart. You're shutting him out, don't do this. Don't throw your life away."

Your silence only seemed to spur your father on even more. "Do you think this is easy for us?" he demanded. "Do you think we want to be sitting here having this conversation with you? We care about you, that is why we're here doing this. We are trying to save you, Y/n. You can come from this, it is not too late for that." Your fathers voice softened just a bit.

You stared at them in silence, your eyes filling with tears. You wanted to believe them. So bad. But you also wanted to love. You swallowed hard, forcing your words back down as you turned away from them and heading to the door.

"Y/n... Don't walk away from us." Your mother had pleaded, her voice cracking as she looked towards you. You paused for a moment, considering if it was worth it. "I'm sorry.." You whispered before walking out, your mom crying in the background as your father comforts her.

The walk to KK's apartment felt incredibly long, it only being around ten minutes though. You hesitated for a second when going to knock, debating if you should go back so KK didn't have to see you in such a mess.

You knocked softly twice before the door had opened, KK stood there with her hair pulled back with her uconn sweatshirt and shorts, her face lighting up when she saw you—before falling into concern.

"Y/n? What happened? Are you okay?" KK stepped forward, her hand reaching out towards you and helping you in the house, locking the door behind you.

You went to open your mouth to speak but no words came out, your throat felt tight as tears welled in your eyes again. “I… I can’t do it anymore, KK.. They all hate me.. m-my parents, the pastor. They think I’m broken and need help.”

KK’s face crumbled, a frown taking place on her as she grabbed your hands. She pulls you to the couch and sits down, pulling you so close next to her. “Baby.. You’re not broken, you’ve never been broke. Don’t listen to them at all. They don’t truly know you like I do. You’re amazing. Don’t let them do this to you, my love.”

Your lip quivered as you sniffled. “I’m so tired, KK.. I’m so tired of fighting for myself.”

KK nodded at you, pulling you closer to her chest as she pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know baby.. I know.. But I’m here every step of the way, screw them, okay? Move in with me or something. I love you so much.”

KK held you for what felt like hours, her sweatshirt covered in tears but she didn’t mind. You were here in her arms.

a/n : this is very ummm self indulgent kinda?? i did grow up in a religious family but not quite like this!! this is the longest fic i’ve posted on here too YAY

taglist : @mrsarnold @guiltyascaitlin @sweetluna20

#heart4caitlin #kk arnold x reader #kk arnold #kk arnold x fem!reader #kk arnold x black!reader #kamorea arnold #kamorea arnold x reader #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #lesbian #wlw #paige bueckers x fem reader

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firebuug · 2 days ago

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Yay tag games yippie! i love to yap

Last song: I'm listening to Colress's theme from sun and moon as i type this out, i've been getting back into pokemon yayy Fav color: yellow and green, but i also really like blue and have rediscovered my love of purple recently Last Book: last book i finished i believe was Demian by Herman Hesse? or an issue of land of the lustrous...i forgor Last Movie: the new sonic movie! it was very good Last Show: Who's Line Is It Anyway -- i watched it on the plane lol... Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory/salty all the wayyyyy. i have a huge sweet tooth but my tummy ache warrior status keeps me from indulging. but salty food will never hurt me . (i am looking away from sodium poisoning.) Relationship Status: buoyfriegnd Last Thing I Googled: "pokemon shield exclusives" Current obsessions: dnd and pokemon.....im masuda method hunting a shiny venipede rn ;_; Looking forward to: new day (the game) releasing in 10 minutes!

ermmm hehehe i tag @roboyomo @silver-queen @secretknowledge @uniquezombiedestiny @pandamonium64 @wormthing @drawingdeamon @northwest-cryptid yeyy :3 (no pressure to do it ofc, just thought itd be fun to read your responses :D)

Ten People I’d Like to Get to Know Better

tagged by: @orphiclovers

last song: It’s all been Christmas retail crap or if you count the radio on the drive home playing Avril Lavigne

fav color: this pale seafoam green for things or white for clothes

last book: Eclipse by Wilder (poetry)

last movie: Deadpool & Wolverine

last show: N/A

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet and savory

relationship status: 4 people proposed to me this year. 1 meant it fr 🥹 (engaged irl) otherwise I have a harem on AO3 going.

last thing i googled: how big is a wintermelon?

current obsession: cooking and Infinity Nikki

looking forward to: I’m planning a road trip with the girls later this week!!

Tagging: @auuwmk, @ssunfish, @ajhaijma, @stoneclaw, @quiteboared, @kiwiandmint, @dgeneralacc, @rex44201, @readingdreaming4951, @thottykunikida

#long post #tag meme #ty for the tag! i love doing these #txt

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theender36 · 2 days ago

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I got some thoughts on Sonic 3 that I wanna talk about so

⚠️ Spoilers for the movie Sonic the Hedgehog 3 (2024) ⚠️

Love that the riff from Live and Learn is used as a leitmotif for Shadow but also Maria was playing it on her guitar which is sad and now I'm picturing Shadow playing that riff in his head all the time

Right before Shadow busts out of containment his heart monitor starts going and then stops which I'm interpreting as his heart beating so fast it doesn't register

They didn't outright say it but Gerald is the one who hacked into GUN to revive Shadow. I don't think they addressed how he got out of prison but he probably built something in his cell

I love the running gag that Ozzie the golden retriever resents Sonic

Loved the joke about Sonic's security system (nunchucks) still working (hit himself in the face again)

Shadow has always been a foil for Sonic but the movie fully realizes the potential of that dynamic in my opinion. They both have a loneliness deep inside from losing someone they loved but Sonic was able to move on and find more family. Shadow hasn't had that chance yet

They used the "Talk about low budget flights" line!

The credits said they used the City Escape music but I must have missed it

Wild that they gave Shadow a gun and a motorcycle again and made it work this time. It probably has something to do with him doing the Akira slide up the side of a building

The CG animation really shines in this movie. I kept looking at how good the reflections in their eyes were. And the fight scenes just had so much slick movement and speed while also properly conveying what was actually happening

When the egg-drones show up, you assume they're going after Team Sonic. But Gerald is controlling the drones so they were definitely gunning for Walters

A Traveling Wilburys song during the flashback was a surprise to be sure but a welcome one. However, I will nitpick the fact that the song End of the Line came out in 1988, which would have been 14 years after Shadow was locked away

Biolizard cameo as the kaiju in the movie Maria and Shadow are watching

Eggman says something about having some unknown quality that makes him "totally undesirable to all possible genders" which suggests to me that he has tried dating loads of people with various gender identities (Woah, he's pansexual! I didn't know that!)

You may ask why the plot treats G.U.N. keeping the other key to the Eclipse Cannon like it's a bad thing. For one thing, the Robotniks are gonna try to steal it, and for another, I don't think a secretive yet fallible military organization having access to a doomsday weapon is a good thing

The concept of G.U.N. keeping a vault that has no records of it so that people can't visualize it to use Warp Rings is very cool and almost SCP-esque

Big fan of Shadow's solution to a telenovela love triangle being for the woman to just kill the two men vying for her affections

Love the subversion of a fight between Sonic and Knuckles with Knuckles instead relenting because he trusts that Sonic will do the right thing in the end

That being said, Knuckles desperately needs a flying island to keep the Master Emerald safe because Wade just ain't gonna cut it

There are a small handful of moments where I think Jim Carey did a really good job of dramatic acting. In particular, the final flashback to Maria's death where he manages to really show the loss and heartbreak Gerald experiences despite wearing a goofy prosthetic

Gerald turning ice-cold to Eggman when he says "You're no Maria"

So glad they did a DragonBall-style Super fight between Sonic and Shadow. If you're gonna make a movie with a bunch of CGI, you might as well go a little nuts with it

You may ask "how are Sonic and Shadow breathing in space?" The same way they do in the games babeeeyyyyy

Shadow and Gerald really wanted to kill the whole world and themselves. And once the Cannon was charged, Shadow didn't care anymore. He was totally willing to let Sonic punch a hole in his chest

Of course, Sonic comes to his senses and is willing to talk with Shadow after sparing him. I love that what changed Shadow's mind was remembering what Maria told him about the stars. That even when they're gone, their light still shines

They literally Lived and Learnt

I wish the Live and Learn sequence wasn't interrupted by Gerald giving Eggman an over-the-knee grandpappy spanking but what can you do

I'm glad that Tails and Knuckles weren't just sidelined for the third act. They show up to save Eggman, help redirect the Cannon, and then save Sonic. Would have been really awkward if they made such a big deal about teamwork only for Sonic to wrap up the conflict on his own

Tails is really chill about Eggman stabbing his grandpa in the butt and launching him into a giant bug zapper

Eggman comes to terms with his own loneliness and is willing to sacrifice himself to save the world not just because he wants to rule it but because he has someone to care about

Missed opportunity for a "Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog"

I know it's still a family friendly movie but it's odd that Tom got kicked by an enraged hedgehog moving at the speed of light and all he got was an arm in a sling

The mid-credits scene got me hyped. I can't wait to see who they have voicing Amy. And I like the decision to have an army of Metal Sonics

I hope the next movie explores more about where the animal characters come from because we really don't know much. I'm guessing whoever is behind the Metal Army is from there

Post-credits scene, of course Shadow lived but I'm hyped to see what direction they take that in. Are they gonna do the amnesia thing or will he just be stranded somewhere?

I know that using Chaos Control requires an emerald and the movies established that the Chaos Emeralds are held within the Master Emerald but it sucks they never said it except for in the Shadow Generations DLC. So uh 0/5, do better

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog 3 #sonic 3 #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie spoilers #sonic movie #sonic movie 3

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shepscapades · 20 hours ago

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SHEP. SHEP YOUVE DEVASTATED ME ONCE AGAIN.

Bigshot as Andriod 24....you're so right. It so encapsulates what 24 thinks of Xisuma

"You're always just a bit shy following behind/I think you've spent enough time singing the same lines" <- 24's resentment toward Xisuma, perhaps? Or a desire for something more, something better?

"I'm screaming for a life that I cannot have" AAAUUUGHHH perishing. throwing up. rolling over in agony. When the music cuts out and it's raw vocals really adds to the effect

And the oh's at the end, the screaming. I love Jhariah's music so much and I feel like it showcases the rawness of 24's emotions that us, from the perspective of Xisuma, don't get to see often.

AND the transition into FIRE4FUN feels like if 24 spiraled into slight insanity.

Anyways I'm a huge Jhariah fan and will now be thinking of every song in the context of dbhc (especially Russian Doll as Etho post-destruction).

RAHHHHHHH YES!!!!! oh my god yes absolutely all of this!!! There's so much i could freaking say about this song, and If you'll indulge me a slight ramble: i think so much of it is like, this double meaning with lyrics. Like, yes, BIG SHOT. 24 hates Xisuma so much (for some reason, later to be explored, but hinted at a little bit in the spotify wrapped art), he sneeringly calls X a bigshot, because X must think he's so big and powerful and important, but this song also feels like. almost like 24 is beating up on himself? Like, "oh, you think you're a big shot, huh? Think you're so big and strong and powerful despite how small you feel?" and that sense of fighting to overcome his sense of inadequacy and shame and anger is just SO infuriating that it fuels him even more.

Lyrics like "You're always just a bit shy, following behind" AGAIN, could totally be 24 sneering at Xisuma, because X isn't the most outwardly outgoing person, and from 24's perspective, it's like ohhhhh, you're putting up this shy guy front, you must think you're so smart! BUT ALSO. "a bit shy" as in, coming up just short of a goal, always falling short, and that as a double meaning for both 24 and Xisuma is just so. passes out. I could go on like this for like every lyric i need to eat glass OH AND!!! FIRE4FUN is actually on Cub's playlist >:3 god so many songs from the TRUST CEREMONY album are on various dbhc playlists, but primarily 24 and hels. Xisuma has one and cub has one, but that's it (i think).

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melisshivering · 2 days ago

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HEARTSTEEL Dating Headcanons

A/N: I miss them your honor.

Kayn: Kayn’s idea of a date would DEFINITELY be something out of the house. I don’t think he can ever find sitting in one place for too long entertaining. Unless it’s pranking or teasing one of his bandmates which he would get scolded for by Yone soon after. The rush of adrenaline he gets while doing something spontaneous was unmatched to anything else. Besides being with you. He’d probably be laying on the couch with you proposing ideas of what you two could be doing which you’d quickly reject. You can’t let him tempt you. He sighs out of frustration. “Come on! Don't act like you don’t love messing around with me.” He’s right, and you give in.

You two end up getting out of the house and walking around the city together. Not to do any window shopping or normal. Instead he’s taking you to some spots he’s been meaning to check out, most of them being places where you shouldn’t be. He understands it might not be your idea of fun. He reassures you that he would never abandon you if things got bad. He’s keeping an eye out in case you get seen by someone who knows you two shouldn’t be there. Before you two could even start trying to explore the off limits area you feel a tug on your arm.

Kayn pulling you into one of the dark alleyways, Your bodies closely pressed together as he hushes any protest. He explains to you that he heard the footsteps of someone. You stay there for a moment hiding from what he thought was a security guard coming around the corner. Or at least that's what you still believe. He should be looking more worried, shouldn't he. He’s not worried though. He just has a dumb smug look on his face like always. Even if this was just a ploy to get you close, could you really complain.

Ezreal: Ezreal would love to take you somewhere that he can use some of his skills from being an idol. He loves being able to do something almost flawlessly and receiving praise. Your praise means significantly more to him than that of a stranger. He excitedly pulls you along to the entrance of an arcade. So many different machines all with different colors on the screens and catchy songs playing from them, trying to tempt people to spend money.

Ezreal begins directing your attention to the huge line of people waiting to play the DDR machine. If you don't exactly love rhythm games he’s pleading, practically begging you for one game with him. He picks the song (probably kpop) and reassures you that you can choose the easy setting if you aren't confident in playing. He would even play on easy if you asked. You can see that Ezreal gets super happy once the song starts, humming along and occasionally sings the lyrics of the song while his eyes are fixed on the screen pressing the correct arrows. If he notices that you aren’t having the best time he would use his flash to change his position. Backwards. Handstand. Hitting all kinds of silly poses just to make you laugh and distract you from the pressure.

Ezreal also desperately tries to win you something from the crane machines. Watching all the other couples walk around with huge plushies in their arms just fuels him more. He spends too much. Like way too much money. But it’s you so it's worth it. At home later when you are both in bed he shows you the picture again this time with stickers that put cat ears on your head and emoticons surrounding you that he edited in.

Sett It really is a coin flip with Sett. He cares more on how you are feeling. If you want to go out you two go out. If you want to stay home you stay home. If you leave the house for the date it’s probably for a really cute picnic that he planned. A basket full of different food and drinks you both like. Sett lays down all the food he brought out in front of the both of you and you two dig in. Having a conversation in between bites. He would point towards certain dishes or snacks and say “When I saw it I had to get/make it for you.”

When it started to get dark he made sure to take care of putting everything away. Throwing away empty containers and rerolling the blankets as you two made your way out of the park. He really appreciates you and just wants to take care of you that day. Not that he doesn’t think you can help clean up or carry things but he does work out a lot. What is it all for if it's not to treat you like royalty.

If it's a date at home then it would be you too on the couch crocheting things for each other. Which he is surprisingly good at. Most would think a guy like things was purely a gym bro. Sett was in fact capable of many things. Drinks and snacks on the table as you both focus on trying to make your pieces come out as good as possible. Occasional grunts of frustration if things go awry. He'll give you pointers or guide your hands if you ask for assistance. His hands are warm against yours as your quiet evening continues. Eventually you finish your creation and he praises you for a job well done.

Yone

It’s often hard for Yone to have any free time. Even his days off are interrupted by calls or texts from the boys. His day of relaxation is now interrupted as he tries to clean up the mess they got themselves into. Normally he’s cooped up in his office or the recording studio. Any dates previously would be a quick trip to the local coffee shop since the man can’t live without caffeine. Occasionally there were work dates but he felt bad thinking it made you feel like less important than his job.

But after pulling a few strings he made sure they wouldn’t bother him, allowing him to take a well deserved day with you. You were a bit surprised when he formally asked you on a date. Taking you to one of the places he found relaxing. A tranquil botanical garden near the outskirts of the city.

The trail of the garden was pretty uneven. He doesn’t want you to have difficulty walking with him so he lets you hold onto his arm and holds his hand out to you. Making sure every uneven step wouldn’t result in an accident. The stress washes away. “I’m grateful we can spend time like this..” Gentle words and praises were all you heard as you both took in the sighs of the foliage and trees. He’s almost sad as he notices the sky starting to darken. He promises to you that he’ll work hard to earn another day off to spend more time with you. You reassure him that you know he loves what he does. He needn’t feel shame for that. He may not be a big fan of PDA but being with you makes him feel like he has to do everything in his power to express his love. He gives you a deep kiss. He takes his time but doesn't let himself get carried away before you two make your way back home.

Aphelios

After getting with Aphelios you know better than anyone how he feels being out in public. So it shouldn’t be a surprise to you when he wants to spend time with you it’ll be at home 110% of the time. He finds it more intimate and enjoys the simple times with you. Where you two are just sitting, enjoying each other's company. Most if not all your dates involve both of you rummaging the kitchen for any snacks that haven’t been eaten by the other members. A soft blanket on the couch for both of you to be enveloped in later in the night.

Remote in your hand since he wants your dates to be enjoyable. He lets you decide what to watch. Aphelios never disagrees with your choices since you seem to magically always choose something good. Or something he had been planning to watch. Even without him telling you. If you are the kind of person who rambles on about a subject related to the movie/video he will divert his attention to you. Yeah the film may be covering the things you're saying in a more professional way but the passionate tone you use is hypnotic to him. There's no way he would prefer some person reading from a script than you speaking from the heart.

He is happy when you wait at him expectantly for his reaction to some vital pieces of the story and he usually is caught off guard. He will hand you snacks or a drink in intervals throughout the date, wanting to make sure your needs are met. You also do the same which he appreciates because it's common for Aphelios to ignore his own needs. Take care of him please

K’Sante

K’Sante would also take you out on the down. Your date starts with the two of you sitting in a cute cafe together having a coffee together. Deciding together what you would be interested in seeing in the shopping district that day. Walking around the blocks of what felt like never ending stores. Everytime you two stop K’Sante asks if you’d to go inside. Declining the first few times since they seemed too fancy to even step foot into.

You two stop outside of a boutique with mannequins wearing elaborate clothing in the windows. A clothing store a bit more on the fancier end. K’Sante ends up explaining how he frequents the place and that he definitely recommends it. You give in because a date wouldn’t be a date if it was only window shopping. Going into some stores at least felt necessary to make sure the time was spent effectively. Being familiar with the place means that he knows exactly where to go. Already knowing your style and measurements, already having made and bought custom clothing for you. You pick out a bunch of different clothes still a bit hesitant about his offer. You didn't want to be rude and decline but also didn't want to spend too much. What even was the budget? Who knows. With K’Sante he saw no limit on what it took to get you happy. Even if there is a part inside him wanted to say that you’d never need to go out and spend money. That first statement couldn't be more true once he watched you step out of the changing rooms. Dressed in clothes that complemented not only your body but you entirely. Even if some items were overpriced he didn’t hesitate to buy you some pieces you felt like you couldn’t leave the store without.

Alune Alune would love a calm day to wind down with you. She will take you on a little date in the city with a lot of places she wants to visit. Even if she doesn’t end up buying anything she just loves having you by her side. Getting snacks from a convenient store. Grabbing all kinds of cute promotional items for whatever show is out and anything you two have already tried and loved. Alune happily places the basket of goodies on the checkout counter as she then pays for both of you. Next stop is the park. Specifically, the one that has a big lake with a path around it. It's a nice break from her busy work days, managing the boys leaves little to no free time. You two end up taking small breaks on your walk. Sitting down on a bench under the shade of a tree simply just enjoying each other’s presence. A staple of going out with Alune is a trip to a local thrift shop. Walking down the aisles of clothes, calling each other over when you find a certain piece of clothing that would look cute on the other. If you two have similar styles it would be a playful game of “Who Can Find Cute Clothes First.” Even then you two would give each other some of your finds just to make the other happy. Walking past other shops Alune would make comments on how she thinks one of the members would “totally be into something.” But more importantly you noted the things she says she's been eyeing.

You come home with a bag of snacks, clothes, and self care products. You two have a mini fashion show before you both indulge in the pile of snacks you both picked out together. Ending the day with facemasks as you two decide what to watch that night.

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galgali · 2 hours ago

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just gonna answer all of these bc i want to hope that's cool

like everyone else my favorite episode is 25 😔 (special shoutout to the last ten minutes of episode 37 though that is one of the best show endings i've ever seen in my life)

like rem. i'd be all over that

honestly for a while

i want to answer this but the opposite way-- i think kabru from dungeon meshi would thrive in death note skjfgdfjg (and light would make a great trigun villain)

sooo many (death note is a comedy) but probably the funniest sequence to me in the whole thing is when they're at school and light calls misa to get L's name and is incredibly smug and maniacal about it and then L picks up the phone

first one of course

light 😔

GOD.... WHY DID I ALMOST TEAR UP AT L'S DEATH EVEN WHEN I KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN FOR OVER A DECADE... THAT WAS CRAZY

my FAAAAVORITE light yagami song is bird song by florence + the machine. it's so so so so him it's crazy i can't believe there's not a billion amvs of it

matsuda OBVIOUSLY. also naomi and honestly L like that would be so funny

omg the end of the yotsuba arc where everyone on the task force starts touching the death note and everyone can see the shinigami was crazy i loved how that was done. but also as someone who somehow was not spoiled on what misa's actual role is and only knew her as "light's girlfriend or something" for 12 years, finding out that she also has a death note was surprising and so cool!

read the hinterland doctrine NOW. YES ALL 700K. CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE AND DO IT RIGHT NOW.

i'm clinically insane over lawlight sorry. also a big remisa fan though

adult sayu....? i guess....? 😭

oh ABSOLUTELY matsuda obviously but also deeply ryuk. i'm also here to laugh at everything, go "oh you're crazy crazy" to light yagami, and pester people to feed me my favorite food

the entirety of light's warehouse speech because the voice acting for it is insanely good, and especially the "who else could have done it and come this far?" line

literally how shinigami use the death note. which is crazy because that's the whole premise but i feel like that's so weirdly unexplained?? like ryuk says that shinigami are doing fuckall in their realm and not even killing humans anymore but isn't being reaped by a shinigami how humans die? clearly people were still dying like normal before light got the note?? we never see any shinigami do "regularly scheduled" death note kills at all so HOW is ANY of this working

PERIWINKLEEEEEEE ☺️ (also they do in the jdrama! misa's is red it's so cute)

CUNTY! i'd need some strappy goth fit that could also double as charli xcx concert clothing

SALT AND VINEGARRRRR

other than some stupid posts here and there, the one i'm currently working on is a fic where L uses the death note and i'm very pleased with the idea... time will tell if i do anything with it

that mello and near are meant to represent L's two halves-- emotion and logic respectively

the rain/foot scene in the anime, but the entire blue scene in the jdrama. god. i'm not over that. there's soooo much you can read into for both of those scenes

misa of courseeee

episode 2 :') episode 1 was already fun but episode 2 was where it REALLY grabbed me. i LOVED seeing the set-up of light versus L and how the lind l. tailor thing + the resulting SCATHING call-out that followed played out. i was just having so, so, so much fun with it and continued to have a lot of fun with it

my favorite character is unfortunately light so everything bad that happened to him i was cheering for and he deserved it buuuuut if i had to pick a saddest thing to happen. i really adore everything about his death and there is something undeniably tragic about the scene where he runs past the vision of his younger self. i love that light, corrupted beyond belief, bleeding out and running away like a coward, has to face the memory of who he was before he ruined himself forever, and has to face just how much he's fallen and lost everything. it's incredibly cathartic for the audience to see light finally have to recognize that he's failed beyond redemption, even minutes before his death

💀🪽🥱->📕🌏->📕👦-> 💀💀💀💀💀💀->🇱🤔->🇱👦->🇱🔗👦->🏳️‍🌈❓->👦🫱📕->⌚🖊️->🇱💀->👦🥳->👦🪦💃->💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀->🇳➕Ⓜ️🟰💀🪽🖊️👦📕->👦💀->🥳

oh my godddd picking just one is so hard when death note honestly has some of my favorite official art of anything ever. i just love the style of it, the colors, and the imagery used. so i'll just use a recent favorite which is:

29. THE 2015 JDRAMA.... i jokingly call it death note stampede because it feels like a remix of the source material in a similar way as trigun stampede, but as with stampede, i also really love it. for the most part the differences it makes are pretty interesting and i think it stands really well on its own. while i love how unapologetically evil canon light is i also love how tortured light is in this one and how much desperation is in his relationship with L. it's a fascinating take on death note! (and in many ways, a much more cohesive one) also a huge fan of the musical though

30. REM.... i love her so much. i would say naomi but i've yet to read the bb case (SORRY I WILL I PROMISE). also kiyomi had such fascinating potential but o&o are too misogynist to do anything about it 🥲 the pattern here is just female characters.

Favorite chapter/episode?

If you had a Death Note, what would you want your Shinigami to look like?

How long do you think you could get away with hiding a Death Note?

If your favorite character weren’t in Death Note, what anime/manga do you think they would thrive in?

A scene that makes you laugh.

Which is your favorite opening?

Your favorite kira?

The death that affected you the most.

What song(s) fit the vibe of your favorite character?

A character you would hang out with irl.

What moment surprised you the most?

What is a fanwork (edit, fic, art, etc.) that you still think about to this day? (Pls link to the original!)

Favorite ships?

What character do you think you look the most like?

Which character’s personality do you relate to?

A line from the series that stuck with you.

A question that was never answered, but you wonder about all the time.

If Death Notes came in different colors, what color would yours to be?

What would be your staple kira catching outfit?

Favorite potato chip flavor?

A Death Note fanwork that you’ve made and are proud of.

A favorite Death Note theory.

Your favorite interaction.

Who do you think had the best style?

At what point did you fall in love with Death Note?

Saddest moment for your favorite character.

Lay out the plot of Death Note using only emojis.

Favorite official art.

Favorite Death Note Spin off media.

A character that needs to be mentioned more.

#come get to know my death note opinions...#i just really want to talk about them LMAO #about me #death note

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illaisland · 2 days ago

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Hi @catharsisxf ! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, pal (affectionate)! I am not much of a writer (or a visual artist tbh), but I tried to make a few things I thought you'd like based on your secret santa survey answers. My apologies for not being very consistent with the daily well wishes, but I hope these past few weeks have been easier/lighter for you. <3 Gifts for you are under the break...

Gift one:

I made a series of images based on a line from a scene you liked in "The Unnatural" where Mulder is encouraging Scully to forget about her worries and focus on hitting the ball/having fun/enjoying life. I found a manip where they are kissing in that scene and modified it further.

With the quote:

Without any text:

And i also made a terrible picmix version for giggles. The watermark covered the quote cuz I didn't how picmix works. 😅🙃

Gift 2:

I also made you a video based on a Jeff Buckley song, however, Kapwing decided to cockblock me and wouldn't let me download what I created for you. So I had to screen record it. Which means the audio is *TERRIBLE* and the already iffy resolution quality is also not good. So, I apologize again for such a macaroni fridge art ass gift, but I tried, friend. 😬 😓 The video I made:

The song and lyrics that inspired it:

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Lover, You Should've Come Over

Jeff Buckley

Looking out the door I see the rain Fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water

Maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind So... you'll never know

Broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it Where are you tonight? Child, ya know how much I need it

Too young to hold on And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away When he feels like should be having his fun Much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man must awake to find that Really he has no one

So I'll wait for you, love And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh-oh, lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made The open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams He had you with him

My body turns And yearns for a sleep that won't ever come It's never over My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over All my riches for her smiles When I've slept so soft against her It's never over All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never over She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Oh, but maybe I'm just too young To keep good love from going wrong

Oh-oh-oh, lover You should've come over, yeah, yes Yes, I feel too young to hold on And much too old to break free and run Too deaf, dumb and blind to see the damage I've done Sweet lover, you should've come over

Oh, love, well I've waited for you Lover, lover, lover Lover, love, love, love, love, love, love! Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late

#poangpresents2024 #poangpals #poang pals #txf fanart #txfedit #thexfiles #scully x mulder #msr #stupid shit i made #jeff buckley #catharsisxf #Youtube

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enkas-illusion · 6 hours ago

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About My Man - Part 5/5

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader, Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, language, hurt/comfort, a lot of fucking, piv sex, oral (f receiving), (let me know if I forgot any)

Chapter Summary: The final conclusion. One last confession. No longer a love triangle.

Author’s Note: LAST CHAPTER! And it's a big one. Thank you for sticking with it till the end. I really hope you enjoyed reading this. I would absolutely love to hear what you think about the ending. Ps. I haven’t proofread it so if you see any errors, no you didn’t.

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Eyes, Nose, Lips by TAEYANG

You feel stupefied, unable to move as if your whole body has been cemented into the floor. Suguru’s large frame envelopes you, his hands roughly fixed onto your hips as his lips slowly move closer towards yours.

What is this weird feeling? Why does this feel like cheating even though you’re as single as the day you were born. Your childhood crush, a man that evokes desire and envy everywhere he goes, is begging you for a second chance – why do you feel so unaffected by his advances?

“No,” you mumble, snapping out of the initial shock as you place both hands firmly on his chest. “Suguru! Enough already!” you yell as you push him with all your might and he barely budges, but the shrill in your voice is enough for him to realise he was crossing the line.

He steps away from you in one swift motion.

“I’m sorry,” he looks flustered and embarrassed, “I– sorry.”

Before you know it, he’s disappeared into his apartment with a loud thud of the door, leaving you alone in front of yours. A chill runs down your spine, pulling you out of your reverie and you hurry inside your home.

As you lie awake in your bed, you don’t think about Suguru at all. You don’t feel bad, sad or even mad at him. You feel… indifferent.

In that moment, as dramatic as it may sound, you realise your heart wanted no one else but Choso Kamo. This longing comes with a heavy ache that makes your heart feel a little too much at an overwhelming speed.

Your drunken state starts to dissipate as you begin to sob silently. You feel a sudden frustration about your current situation – one you could’ve easily avoided had you just been truthful.

Your wet tears accompany you as you change into your night clothes and freshen up. When the crying makes your head buzz with ants, you begin to sober up completely. You go to the washroom once again to splash cold water over your face, eyes swollen now.

You’re still lost in thoughts, staring at the ceiling when your phone buzzes. It’s 01:14AM when you get a text from Choso. You feel happy when his name pops up. You quickly unlock your phone to read it.

Cho <3: We need to talk.

You: ??

Cho <3: You’re home?

You: where else would I be at this hour?

where are you? Did you come back already?

Cho <3: Yes. When can we talk?

You: we’re talking right now, aren’t we :P

aww, did you miss me?

Cho <3: I’ll be there in 15.

You blink at your screen.

What was that?

The annoying thing about texting is not being able to recognize a person’s tone… or perhaps the person really did text in an unusual manner.

You walk out into the living room, turning the light switch on as you wait for him with a million questions in your mind – when did he get back? Why did he send such an odd text? Why is he coming all the way to your house so late?

You hear your phone ring before your mind reaches a solid conclusion. When you see his name on the caller ID, you almost sprint to the door to open it.

You extend your arms out with a smile, ready to embrace him in a hug but he moves past you. You knit your eyebrows as you close the door before following him back in.

“Is everything okay?” you ask softly.

He places his helmet and keys on the table before turning to face you, eyes stone cold. You feel a weird sadness. He looks like a stranger with such a cold demeanour.

“Cho–”

“Can you stop toying with me?” he interrupts and you sense a shiver in his voice.

You stand still in silence. More confused by the second, not knowing what’s going on.

He continues his whispered monologue, not wanting to wake the others up – but the calmness of his voice has agitation laced over it, “I’m going crazy and it’s all because of you! I like you so fucking much that it feels ridiculously close to love… and now I’m not even sure if it’s worth this shitty confession.”

That was the last thing you expected out of him. So all that you can manage to say is a ‘what?’ in disbelief.

“You’re driving me crazy!”

“Cho, I don’t underst–”

“I saw you kiss him!” he almost yells before closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath in, “Out by the door tonight… I came early to surprise you and I saw you kissing him. Tell me it’s what just friends do!?”

“Choso…” you mumble.

“I went back home, determined I never wanted to talk to you ever again but how could I not? I feel like a pathetic loser. With each memory I tried to push away, thoughts of you kept on pulling me in deeper. I remembered how sad you got last time and that I’d promised I’d never ghost you again… and now I’m here but I–”

When you hear his voice crack, you look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze as he sits down on the sofa in defeat. As your mind starts registering the fact that he just told you he likes you, you snap out of it just as quickly when you realise you need to clear his misunderstanding right away.

“Cho… wait–”

“You’re killing me! Just end my misery and tell me you never liked me and get this shit over with. I'll be out of here and leave you be with him–”

“CHOSO!” you yell.

“WHAT?” he looks up at you and you see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You sigh as you slowly kneel down in front of him.

“He tried to kiss me. I didn’t kiss him!” you explain as you stare at him to gauze whether he’s catching up.

“How does that make a difference?” he questions as he tilts his head back to avoid eye contact. You pull onto the hem of his t-shirt to make him look at you again.

“Because I didn’t kiss him. You would’ve known if you'd waited 2 more seconds to see that I pushed him away!”

His eyebrows furrow as he leans forward, “You- what?”

“Let me explain?” you ask calmly as you rest a hand on his knee. He nods and you move to sit next to him on the couch. “Firstly, there’s nothing going on between Suguru and–”

“You don’t like him anymore?” he cuts in.

“God no! I haven't liked him for a long time now… like a long long time,” you enunciate every word. And more than making him explain, it's almost a declaration to yourself to be brave with your words.

His eyebrows further crease, the wrinkle in the middle of his forehead deeper than ever.

“Just… let me explain? I’ll answer all your questions,” you rub his hand softly as you melt at the way his puppy eyes stare at you.

Moment of truth!

“I know you may have a lot of questions but just listen to what I say first?” You begin and he nods just as you blurt it out, “Suguru and I never really dated.”

“What!?” His eyes almost pop out of their sockets in disbelief.

“You wanna hear it or not?” You glare at him.

He's quick to raise his hands up in surrender, “Go on.”

“Umm… remember when you asked me if I had a crush on anyone?” You continue, “When I first told the gang I was doing long distance with Suguru?”

He nods attentively and it almost makes you giggle but you maintain a straight face nonetheless.

“It was a stupid lie that Lu and I said without thinking cause at that time all that mattered was to not confess that I had a crush on you,” you sigh.

He points a finger at his own chest, “Me?”

You roll your eyes.

“No, no… I mean, that was like two months ago. You've liked me since then?” He sounds more confused than ever.

You simple stare at him, warning him about the interruption. He mouths a sorry and you continue. You tell him about your first kiss and brief history with Suguru, which earns you a consoling caress on your hand from Choso. You also explain how Suguru moving into the apartment next door was just your mother's naive move at fixing your relationship with your ‘hot ex-best friend’. And finally catching him up to speed on the events from a few hours ago.

“So, that's that,” you sigh, “Of course I shouldn't have lied about it at all and avoided this whole mess altogether… but I'm sorry. I don't want a relationship based on lies so, now you know. And since I'm being honest… I've had a crush on you for a while now, Cho. It started slowly and before I knew it, I liked you too much to risk getting rejected by you-”

“No,” he interrupts you, “No… just– you’ve liked me for months and you're just telling me now?”

“Hey, you weren’t particularly easy to read! You always gave me mixed signals. Since when have you liked me?” you fire back.

“You dumbass… I've been whipped for you from the moment you first spoke to me!” He whisper-yells in the passion of his confession, laughing as if a sudden weight had disappeared off his shoulders.

You're dumbfounded as you mumble, “Then why not ask me out?”

“I don't know… my longing for you never seemed to move past late night rants with Satoru,” Choso chuckles, “at first I thought that it would be a bad idea to fuck up the dynamics of such a new friend group… then later on, I saw the way you refused to go out with Mahito… I didn’t want to blow my chance by asking you too prematurely and then the perfect moment never arrived till Suguru happened.”

“Wait wait wait… Satoru knew?” You raise an eyebrow. Choso simply nods affirmatively. “I'm gonna kill that blondie in the morning,” you glare in the direction of Luna's room.

You look back when you hear Choso laugh and you smile at him, “As for Mahito, he was just some dude at the office to me. I never even had a full conversation with the guy! But you–”

“I know it seems like an excuse and maybe I was being a coward but I really did not want to be just a guy at the office to you!”

There's a beat of silence.

“Do you really like me?” He breaks the silence.

“What– of course I do!” you sigh, “How has it not been obvious to you?”

“Ditto.” he says plainly.

There’s silence again. With every second that passes by, you feel a void forming inside of you and your mouth drying due to the sudden anxiety creeping up. But then there it is, his voice that pulls you out of it.

“Will you push me away if I kiss you now?”

You stare at him blankly, “Hmm?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he declares softly.

You nod your head slowly.

“Hmm,” he moves closer to you, closing the barely existent distance between you. He plops your bottom lip out with his thumb while simultaneously wetting his plump ones. Your breath hitches in your throat when you finally feel his lips on yours.

He takes his time to savour the taste of your mouth, parting to catch his breath, “I’m sorry if I hadn’t made it clear before– I like you a lot.”

You blush as you nod, “I like you too, Cho.”

“Let me do this right,” he hooks an arm around your waist, “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and be my girlfriend?” He pecks your cheek.

“Hmm… can I think about it and get back to yo–” your sentence is interrupted by another kiss and you laugh into it.

“Nope,” he kisses you all over your face. You giggle as you pull him in for another kiss.

You let out an involuntary whimper when he deepens it and his tongue invades your mouth. Your hands move up to play with his hair when he tugs at your hips to pull you impossibly closer onto his lap. His fingers dig into your hips to drag your crotch over his growing erection.

When Choso finally parts his lips from yours, you gasp for air as you grow weak under the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he declares lovingly and it makes your cheeks grow hot. You grab the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer. He obliges as his lips capture yours again.

Your tongues dance in sync with a newfound familiarity before he pulls away to pepper your whole face with tiny pecks. You giggle silently at this, trying your best not to wake Luna and Satoru up.

You close your eyes when Choso’s lips move closer to your eyelids, still laughing as you whisper, “Shhh… Cho– it tickles!”

“Okay… then how about this?” he coos as his face dives into the crook of your neck and he sucks onto your skin, causing you to let out a louder gasp.

You slap a hand over your mouth as he sucks on the same spot, biting it and making you feel dizzy. He fingers wrap around your wrist to peel your hand away from your mouth.

Biting your bottom lip to contain your moans, you feel him push up against your crotch, moving your hips back and forth over the tent in his pants. You yank his hair with your free hand and he gives you a cheeky grin, lust clouding his eyes.

“Hold tight,” he whispers as he leans back in to kiss you. You nod as you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to dominate the kiss. His hands move down to knead the flesh of your ass before you hear a muzzled smack and feel the tingling burn on your butt, “Just because you’re on top doesn't mean you're in control,” he smiles ever so innocently as he stands up, almost stumbling as he eagerly carries you to your room. Your lips don’t part until you shush at him for kicking your room door to close it with a loud thud behind him.

He ignores your scolding, biting your bottom lip softly instead. Just as he throws you onto the soft mattress of your bed, you hear shuffling as he searches for the bedside lamp.

When the dim light illuminates his form, you get butterflies in your stomach at the way his chest heaves as he pulls off his t-shirt in one swift motion, discarding it recklessly on the floor. When he climbs into the bed, hovering over you, you can’t help but observe how delicious he looks – his lips already swollen from the kiss and his hair all messed up, thanks to you.

“I like you so much. You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of this moment,” you confess as you stare into his eyes.

“I think I do,” he kisses your cheek, “cause I have failed to get you off my mind too.”

“Fuck you for being such a coward,” you pull him into a kiss.

“Okay, my pretty liar,” he pulls back to sit up and you mirror his movement. He pulls your t-shirt up to your chest. You lift your hands up to help him take it off completely and he discards the fabric carelessly. Your bra follows next and he’s stupefied as he salivates at your perked up tits.

His hands are quick to knead and squish your boobs together before pinching the hardened nipples. You sigh in satisfaction and it encourages him further as he pulls you onto his lap till you're straddling him. He holds your gaze, staring up into your half-lidded eyes as his lips alternate, pecking both of your nipples gently.

If your skin burned like fire under his touch, he felt scorched by the sun itself. Choso wasn’t a pervert but maybe you were an exception; he could recall all the times he’d jerked himself off to thoughts of you.

As his hands raked over your soft skin, it made him think of all the nights he’d conjured up sweet memories of your seemingly innocent hugs for all the wrong reasons — the way your arms would wrap around his wide shoulders and the way your boobs would press against his chest — and he felt his cravings grow with a deprivation akin to a sex-fiend adolescent boy.

With each touch, he affirmed the thoughts that had plagued his sleepless nights during the forced celibacy he’d maintained since the day he started falling for you. It had been months since he’d felt the touch of a woman and he thinks it might as well have been a lifetime ago.

His lips search for all the spots on your skin that can pacify the needs of his body and the longing of his heart. The shipwrecked sailor finding his solace in the arms of a siren who’d been waiting for him to sink under.

When his teeth softly tug at your flesh before sucking onto a nipple roughly, you shut your eyes close, moaning at the sensation as you slowly begin grinding your hips over his clothed cock. He repeats his ministrations on the other side while his hand slides down to dip into your shorts. His fingers flirt with your wet underwear, rubbing over the fabric, pushing it closer to your cunt, soaking it further with your juices.

“Cho– nghh,” you huff as you find your hips grinding at their own will against his hand for more friction and your head lulls back.

“Yes, my love?” He teases you as his other hand clutches your jaw to make you look at him once again.

“M-more,” you beg, feeling hazy. His lips curl into a cocky smile as he pulls your face closer to kiss you. He moves the flimsy fabric of your underwear to the side before gliding two fingers over your folds, coating them with your arousal.

You squirm on top of him when his fingers bully into your cunt, slowly burying in deeper and deeper. His grip on your jaw relaxes before holding the back of your neck firmly to still your writhing torso. Your thoughts go blank and pleasure shoots up your veins as Choso’s fingers work their magic.

His two fingers go from slowly massaging your gummy walls to moving up towards your clit. As he starts to roll the pads of his fingers over the sensitive bud, you bury your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your moans. Choso notices the way your arms begin to shake when you grip his shoulders to keep yourself sane. Choso’s free hand slides to the back of your head as he grips your hair with just the right amount of pressure. When you pull your head back to look at him, you find a satisfied grin plastered on his face, relishing the way you look so fucked out already.

Any other time you’d get jealous wondering who taught him how to please a woman but right now, you were too busy making profanities sound like pleas and prayers dedicated to the man in front of you. You lean forward to kiss him frantically as your body starts to twitch due to how sensitive your clit feels. You bite his bottom lip hard and whimper at the way his fingers play with you.

He pulls his face away from yours to whisper, “Let me hear your cute voice, baby. Been waiting forever.”

You shake your head no in embarrassment and it's only a split second after that you find yourself moaning his name as he dives forward to suck the sweet spot on your neck. You can already tell it's going to bruise later but you don't care. You're way past the limit of being overstimulated as you can hear just how wet his fingers have gotten with your slick.

You can't take it anymore so you grab his hair to pull his sweet lips away from your skin, “Choso… please fuck me before I go insane.”

Your desperate request is all it takes for him to oblige and lay you down on the mattress. Before you can register it, he’s yanking your shorts off along with your soaked panties to completely expose your body to him. You feel shy like you never did before and it’s mostly due to the way Choso's eyes are ravaging your body even without laying a finger. You try to squeeze your legs shut as your face burns in embarrassment, but he’s quick to stop you halfway, gripping your ankles tightly.

“Cho, stop looking at me like that!” you scold him and he simply chuckles softly.

“I have dreamt of you naked a million times and now that I finally get to see you…” he holds your left leg up to his shoulder as he peppers pillowy wet kisses, starting from your ankle and moving towards the inside of your thigh.

“Mmh?” you ask as you shut your eyes when you feel his breath fanning just above your folds. You feel goosebumps prick your skin as he kisses everywhere but where you need his mouth the most.

“My imagination couldn’t ever come close to the real you,” he concludes before you feel his wet tongue part your folds as he slowly licks up and down at a steady pace. When the tip of his tongue pokes at your clit, you instinctively move your hands down to grip his hair while your thighs squish his head gently. He’s sucking your sensitive bud just as his two fingers glide into your hole.

“Shit… CHOSO!” you grip his hair as he continues his slow torture. You grind your hips, desperate for more friction only to hear him chuckle as he stops to look up at you. You open your eyes to see his amused face staring at you from between your thighs.

“So cute,” he crinkles his nose at you. Before you can let the crease of complaint form on your forehead, he’s diving back in. This time however, his pace is brutal. He’s unforgiving as he eats you out like a starved man. Each lick makes your torso twitch more violently as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Cho?” you huff as your breathing gets heavier.

“Yes?”

“Come here,” your voice is desperate and he has no option but to obey as he towers over you with his hands on either side of your head. You reposition one of his thighs between your legs as he waits for your command. He’s quick to catch up as he pushes his leg further up to press his knee against your pussy. Your hands are quick to grip onto his sides as you begin grinding over his thigh at a ruthless pace.

“That’s it baby… use me as you please,” he matches the rhythm of your body and it takes only a few more seconds till your whole body is twitching and your limbs collapse onto the mattress as you cum hard.

“Wow,” he looks down at the newly created wet spot on his pants.

“Really soft… I like your pants,” you stick your tongue out as you tease him. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before leaning down to kiss you again. He caresses your hair as your breathlessness subsides slowly and you promise, “I'll wash them tomorrow.”

“No way! Gonna wear this out and show everyone ‘hey!!! my girlfriend came on this!’” he laughs.

But that one word he casually lets slip is the one that catches your attention. You bite your lip as you blush, “Girlfriend?”

“Shall we make it official?” He moves away to get off the bed and his hands unbutton his trousers before letting them drop to the floor along with his underwear. You look at his naked figure, staring at him in his full glory. You let out a dry chuckle when your eyes land on his dick, wondering how the hell your pussy was going to take all of him.

You snap out of your trance as you hear him speak, “Got any condoms?”

“Hmm?” You blink as you refocus your vision back to his face.

“Cute,” he laughs and there's a pause as he looks at you lovingly, “I asked where the condoms were, baby.”

“Oh… right,” you blush, again, “umm… left drawer in the closet.”

It's not hard to find the sealed pack as it lay on top of your stuff – all thanks to Luna who had gotten them for you just in case on the day you had invited Choso over to talk.

“Who was this pack waiting for?” he inquires you teasingly, “Totally not jealous by the way!”

“Your dumbass on Thursday,” you roll your eyes at him.

“Aww,” he mocks before giggling like a teenager in love, “Sorry for making you wait, my love.”

“All's forgiven,” you open your arms, inviting him back to the bed.

“No, wait… where's the lube?” he’s rummaging through the drawer.

“Doesn' matter, just come here!”

“Baby, come on,” he chuckles as he points at his dick, “not tryna brag but… come on.”

Right. You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks at his comment. So all you can do is manage to rapidly mumble, “it's somewhere in there… I don't know, find it yourself.”

Choso's smiling like an idiot before turning his back to you once again to find the lube. You observe how well-built his back looks even when he's not flexing before your gaze finds itself onto his cute butt. You smile to yourself as it dawns on you that this is actually happening for real.

With your legs spread apart, your hand moves down to your folds as you begin to finger yourself. Your other hand is playing with your hardened nipples as you shamelessly stare at Choso’s figure.

“Found i–” he turns around as he holds the half-empty tube in his hand, words failing him at the scenery in front of him. He thinks he could cum just by looking at you masturbating in front of him.

“Hurry up baby… please,” you whimper as your fingers pick up the pace.

Without wasting another second, he's tearing open the pack of condoms to put one on with lighting speed. Before you know it, his hands are on either side of your head to keep his heavy weight from collapsing onto you as his head dips down to kiss you passionately.

“Holy fuck,” he sighs when your lips part. You’re already reaching out to grab the lube he'd tossed on the bed. Taking a generous amount in your palm, you smirk at him as your hand reaches down to coat his dick with the sleek gel.

You're pretty sure you hear a muted whimper when your hand glides over his length, squeezing it with a soft pressure. “That enough?” You ask innocently when you stop the movement.

“Let's find out,” his voice betrays him, revealing the desperation hidden inside. Choso’s quick to readjust your position, hooking your legs onto his shoulders and placing a pillow under your hips. You reach your hand down to position his tip near your entrance and frantically nod at him to begin.

“Just tell me– fuck… I'll stop if it’s too much,” his voice strains as he pushes his tip inside. You nod as your fingers dig into his biceps.

“Shit, son of a bi–ngh,” you moan as he pushes his dick deeper into your fluttering walls, “don’t stop, keep going.” Even more profanities roll off your tongue by the time he's done pushing his whole length into you.

“Good job, baby!” He kisses your sweaty forehead as he waits for you to adjust to his size. “I'm gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You nod eagerly as you cup his face to pull him in for a kiss. When you feel him pull his hips away slowly, you moan into the kiss, making him suck on your bottom lip. Before you have a chance to feel the emptiness, he's thrusting back into your hole, making your eyes roll back into your head as you chant his name between kisses.

“Cho- fuck!” you cry.

“Tell me how you like it, baby,” his heavy voice feels like music to your ears.

“Faster… please!”

On your command, the sound of your skin slapping against his gets louder as he picks up the pace. Choso’s chest heaves as he slams a hand onto the headboard, gripping it tight to help control his motions better. You can feel each thrust penetrate your walls, leaving behind a longing for more each time he pulls back to fuck into you harder.

As you shamelessly chant out ‘yesyesyes’ in approval, it further fuels his desire to keep going. When you feel your body move up the bed due to his erratic thrusts, you bring one hand up to push against the headboard and keep yourself from sliding up further.

Each of his thrusts feel so delicious that you find yourself zoning out due to the pleasure. You can feel your senses overloading when he pulls his hand away from the headboard to tease your clit instead. When your fingernails dig into his bicep, you hear him hiss in pain.

“S-sorry baby,” you mumble in your delirium only slightly letting go of your grip on his arm. Choso lets out a dry chuckle at this before stopping his thrusts completely. You look at him with desperation and disappointment in your eyes.

He pulls away from you before commanding, “Turn around.”

On instinct, you're quick to obey as you lie face down, pushing your ass up in the air as you steady your balance on your knees. But you realise Choso has other ideas when he pushes your hips to lie you down flat.

“Try to relax, okay baby?” his voice sounds so soft that all his words seem to be laced with honey, all the while preparing to take you into a lethal prone bone. Choso pins both your wrists above your head with one hand while his other hand lines his tip to your entrance once again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his length enter you slowly.

“Oh… god,” is all you can manage to say as your voice gives out. As Choso begins to thrust into you with a delicious pace, all you can manage to utter are broken moans of his name over and over again.

You're at his mercy, locked under him as he pounds into you, making the mattress bounce to the rhythm of your bodies. You're certain you almost see stars each time his dick touches all the right spots inside you.

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass makes you hyper aware of just how loud you're being but with every thrust, you care less than ever.

“Shit… baby, I might–,” before Choso's sentence is complete, you feel his dick twitch inside you, “...cum.”

“No! Keep going… please,” you push your hips back in an attempt to make up for the lost momentum when you feel Choso slow down. But you already feel the emptiness inside your walls as he rolls off to collapse next to you, chest heaving heavily.

Before the pout on your face has a chance to deepen further, he's pulling your body into his till your back is pressed against his chest.

“Sorry baby,” he whispers, kissing the sweet spot behind your ear as his arms snake around your body to readjust till you're lying on top of him. One of his hands plays with your hardened nipples while the other hand moves down to your clit.

“Oh,” is all you manage to utter before you're squirming on top of him due to his skilled movements. Every flick and every pinch overstimulating your already abused clit. You turn your head to try to kiss him but your position makes it impossibly difficult and the moans you wanted to drown into his mouth are bellowed out loud.

You would've thought it ridiculously impossible that a man would be able to make you squirm like this just by playing with your tiny bud of joy but the night had been full of surprises to say the least.

“Cho– fuck, it's too much,” you cry as you try to release yourself from his hold but are instead greeted by a pinch on the nipple.

“Shh… you can take it baby,” his fingers move better than a vibrator ever could and you cry his name over and over again as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuckfuckfuck-shit! Choso, fuck, please god,” you're not sure what you're begging for but your prayers are heard as you cum hard, body convulsing violently. Choso's fingers slow down and you take the opportunity to slide away from his hold.

You let out a breathless chuckle as your body slowly stops twitching. You open your eyes to look at Choso who's smiling at you with a satisfied smug look in his eyes.

“Kamo… you’re something else,” you laugh as you roll your eyes at him, still in disbelief at the fact that he managed to make you orgasm in a way you yourself could never.

“You're welcome,” he laughs back as he shifts to sit in front of you, taking one of your feet into his hands. He brings the foot up to kiss the bottom of it and you pull away when it tickles. Choso moves closer, the lazy haze in his eyes can't hide the lust starting to swarm again.

“No way,” you squeal as you place the same foot onto his chest to stop him from getting any closer.

“Are you serious? We've only fucked once,” he pouts.

“Cho, if we fuck again, I'll die,” you laugh as you hook the same leg around his waist to pull him in closer.

“And if we don't do it again, I'll die,” he dips his head down to give you a sweet peck.

“Cho, have you seen the size of that thing? Give me some time to adjust,” you laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him on top of you like a weighted blanket.

“Okay fine, but I'm having you all to myself in the morning,” he kisses you once again before pulling away from you. You watch him discard the condom into the bin before returning to bed. Last thing you remember is Choso pulling you closer and covering your naked bodies with your snug blanket. The whispered pillow talk dissolves away as soon as it begins and the mumbled sentences you try so hard to deliver get lost somewhere in the back of your brain when sleep takes over.

~~~

In his deep slumber, Choso finds himself dreaming – as he wakes up in cold sweat, he finds himself alone in his bed, with no trace of you in sight. Then he recalls the way he had hurried back home upon seeing you kiss Suguru and the rancid feeling that he had carried to bed, trying to bury any feelings he had for you, hoping they’d disappear tomorrow along with the burning ache of his soul. Then he wakes from the dream within his dream, feeling a sense of brief relief only for his heart to sink again as his hand extends out to roam over the empty spot on the bed. His eyes stay closed, wanting to delay reality. The haven his body had found in your arms last night seemed to have been a tricky illusion of his tortuous brain.

Just as Choso finds himself cursing his mind for such dirty tricks, wishing he’d never–

A kiss on the cheek.

Then another.

And another.

Choso feels the soft lips pepper his entire face with ticklish kisses. And then Choso finds himself taking back all the curses he’d mentally spewed at himself moments ago when his eyes open to meet your loving ones.

“Good morning,” you smile, leaning over him with a damp towel wrapped around your body.

“I had a bad dream,” Choso smiles back.

“What was it?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” his grin widens as he wraps his arms around you and rolls over till you’re pinned under him. You squeal, taken by surprise before giggling as he leans down to kiss you.

“If I remember correctly, you’re mine all day today,” Choso comments between kisses, “and for the rest of our days.”

“It’s Monday tomorr–” your sentence is interrupted by another abrupt kiss, resulting in both of you giggling like fools in love.

His lips move down to your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. You feel the heat burning up your skin as your hands get lost into his black locks, massaging his head gently. Just as Choso undoes your towel, you hear a loud rumble erupt from your stomach.

“Maybe we should have breakfast first,” Choso chuckles, kissing your belly before getting off the bed. You take his extended hand and get out of bed before getting dressed. You both quietly make your way through the living room, not wanting to disrupt Luna and Satoru in case they were still sound asleep.

“Ready?” you chirp, already envisioning the big breakfast you were planning to have at Sam’s cafe… with your man. You open the main door and take about two steps when he pulls you by the arm, kissing you in a way that leaves you lightheaded.

“Okay, now we’re ready,” Choso smiles.

~fin~

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