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Me, chatting with those willing to suffer my driving company: “oh yeah so I started working on a Drabble thing for one of the prompts, it’s probably like 500 words so far”

Them: you have over a thousand words of this

Me: right well, my point is I’m not anywhere near done with it yet

[ja3honey]

♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Your boyfriend just wanted to give you an early Christmas present.

『Word count』 : 5.3k

-> Genre: Pure smut with little plot, hehe.

Pairing: Boyfriend!San x Reader [SeongJoong x Reader]

[Warnings] : Reader is insecure. Foursome. Powerplay. Pet names [Angel, Bunny, Baby, Sweet Thing.] Light Choking. Kissing, Neck kisses. Body worship. Anxious thoughts. Some self-doubt, but the boys take lots of care of the reader. Possessive San. Voyeur San. Seonghwa likes to call reader whore but in a sweet way. Spanking. Dom!SeongSanJoong. Unprotected sex. Very subby Reader. Subspace. Dry humping. Oral. Use of the word slut. Daddy kink. MxM. San is secretly a switch/bottom. Creampie. Multiple orgasms. Squirting. Brat taming. Sharing is caring. Dirty talk. Deep throating. I was drunk when I wrote half of this, so bare with me...

Note: Hi, Hi! Ahh, this fic is finally done. Hehe. I spent early hours in the morning, and one night after, i drank way too much vodka heh. So if there is anything weird. Uhh, blame drunk me. Also! This is most likely the last fic I'll be posting for 2023. So that's crazy. I'll still be around but I'm going to a wedding, so I won't be near my computer. Ahhh

Also, thank you so much to the wonderful @fandems for helping make this masterpiece come to life. I hope you enjoy the read, darling. ♡♡

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“Okay, okay. I’ll be there soon.” You hummed hearing your boyfriend whine about how much he misses you and how he wanted to see you try on the hoodie in person. He and the others were currently staying at some hotel just outside Seoul for a shoot they were doing, and his mom had brought hoods she made with each of their names on it. Of course, she made one for you as well. Saying it was not up for debate even though you tried to decline, saying it was just ‘for the boys’.

“Please hurry. I miss you so much.” His blunt whimpers caused a stir in your tummy when you first heard them. You had to stop yourself from complaining about how he was making you wet from his voice alone. So, instead, you thought it would be cute to dress up a bit. Wear something a little more revealing. A nice crop top and shorts. Yes, that was a nice idea. Of course, since it was cold out and you weren't about to walk around Seoul in next to nothing anyways, so, you covered yourself with a large overcoat that draped all the way for to your knees. It was an early Christmas gift from Hongjoong. Which made your heart flutter when he gave it to you. You didn’t expect a gift from any of the members, really. But when Hongjoong brought you the gift while you were cuddling with San on the couch in the studio, you couldn’t help but blush. Or another time when he and Seonghwa brought you food when you were sick when they dropped off San at your apartment. Or when it was just the four of you chilling out at your place while watching a random film.

Everything just felt right.

You tried to hide your feelings towards the other two men, but it was growing harder after each interaction. They were so kind to you. They cared for you. And it made you feel like you were on cloud nine when they were around. San has made jokes in the past about you having a crush on his members, but you always brushed it off so he wouldn't feel bad. You love San, you really do. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. But there was just something about Hongjoong and Seonghwa that you just couldn’t shake.

“Okay, I’m out the front. I’m gonna hang up now,” you said goodbye quickly before heading for the entrance of the hotel. San had already mentioned to the front desk clerk that you would show up, so they had a key waiting for you and everything. Standing in the elevator, you suddenly felt your nerves tingle. What if he just wanted to cuddle for a bit, give you the gift, and then kick you out. Or worse.. what if San wasn’t in the mood for some dirty antics?

Who are you kidding, he’s always in the mood.

But that still didn’t calm your shaky hands as you reached for the door handle while you scanned the key card against the lock. The room was silent.. the smell of musk caught your attention, making it known San had recently showered using the new body wash you had bought him. “H-Hello.”

You walked inside, locking the door behind you. Slipping off your shoes, you also placed your coat on the rack next to the entrance. Feeling the warmth of the hotel heating creep up on you. You walked slowly further into the little apartment. The only light was the ones from the city below and a side light next to a bed. Strange? “S-Sannie? Are you here…”

“Hello, angel.” A deep chuckle caught you off guard as a pair of hands gripped your waist suddenly. The light gasps that left your lips made the unknown male sigh in satisfaction, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You know his cologne. This voice. That chuckle.

“J-Joong?” You were shaking, but not out of fear but excitement. You felt like you had walked straight into a dream. A different reality even. You had to kick yourself for falling so quickly for the man who wasn’t your lover. Your eyes snapped open, and a breath was hitched. What were you doing?! you couldn’t do this. Not when you were with San. “Wait. Hongjoong.” You tried to pull out of Joong’s tight grasp, your voice sounding more stern and clear. 

“awe, come on, Angel. I’m only playing.” He let you go suddenly, letting the tension of your hips push you forward, tripping, until you slammed into something broad. A tall, warm body. Your hands gripped the man's shoulders while he pulled you flushed against his chest by your waist.

“S-San…” You whimper, feeling guilt cloud your judgment. Hot breath tickled your ear lobe before a deep voice sent shivers down your spine;

“Guess again, Bunny.” Your body completely tenses up hearing Seonghwa’s sombre smooth voice. The same voice he uses when he makes the calming ASMR videos. God, you could fall asleep peacefully to this man just simply talking. Or humming. Wait, no, stop.

“W-Where’s San. He needs to give m-me─A personalized hoodie.” Your words get cut off by none other than your lover, San. His ravenous chuckle made your mouth water. What were these three trying to do to you? Send you into an early grave. “I thought we could have a little fun before I give you the gift.”

You can hear lusts dripping from his voice. But yet you still couldn’t see anything. Your eyes have not adjusted to the dark room, but San was clearly behind you while your face and body were still firmly against Seonghwa’s chest. “We want the city to see just how good you can be.” Seonghwa sounded more dominant than San. His alluring aura made you want to stink to your knees and do whatever he wished. You were trembling against him, which he no doubtfully felt. And without a word being spoken. He let you go, leaving you standing, alone, in the dark. You were about to protest when all of a sudden you felt familiar arms snake around you, pulling you flush against him. San nuzzled his face in your neck, giving you some light kisses, trying his best to calm your nerves. 

In truth, San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong had many conversations about you. One more dirtier than the last. It first started with San gloating about how you were so good for him. How you would walk around in nothing but his hoodies and how he always got a nice look at your plump ass. Another time, he brought up the fact that you were an excellent dick sucker. He swore he could nut just from your mouth alone. This, of course, made the other men jealous. How dare San have you all to himself when they all know very well the way you look at them. The way your thighs clench whenever Hwa or Joong would accidentally touch you. You were just as needy as they were. “You gonna be a good girl, baby?”

San’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh purple mark. You still couldn’t see your surroundings, but you could feel, other than San's hands that were still on your waist, another pair of hands gripped a hand full of your plump thighs. You felt a whimper brew in your throat as San’s hands snaked up towards your chest, letting his fingertips graze just under your breasts. The unknown male's set of hands that were still perched on your thighs slowly moved upwards until they were tugging your legs apart, slowly tugging your shorts off. The dark chuckle from below made you realize the man who was holding your legs was crouched in front of you. With his head so close to where you need care the most. “S-Sann..”

“Uh, Uh. Answer the question, baby. Are you going to be a good girl for all three of us?” His hot breath tickled your earlobe, making your mind spin. Your hand reached down, finding a soft head of fluffy locks, your fingers tangling in them, pulling him closer to your heated core. Your other hand grasps San’s shoulder, pushing him towards your neck once more. 

“Please, sir.” You whined loudly, earning a groan from all three men, making you realize the last male was also standing behind you. San mutters something you didn’t bother listening to as suddenly felt a set of teeth bite down on your inner thigh, making you gasp in a high pitch. “Oh my god!”

The man between your legs snickered, pulling your panties to the side so he could press his nose against your soaked cunt. “That’s right bunny. I’m your god.” Seonghwa’s voice was so deep, filling with lust at each breath. You had to moan from his words, knowing full well how much of a god complex Seonghwa had. Your fingers tugged tighter on his hair, earning a low growl from that man. You were about to say something but your voice got caught in your throat as San’s hand wrapped perfectly around your neck, squeezing tight enough that it got your head spinning.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a god Seonghwa.” San’s cheeky mumble caused the man between your legs to huff, rolling his eyes as he went back to licking a strip along your fold. His fingers play with your entrance, pushing his tongue against your sensitive clit making you gasp out yet again, ‘Oh my god’, which made Seonghwa chuckle lowly.

“She says differently there, Sannie.” The vibration of Seonghwa’s voice made you clench around his lone finger. San’s hand got tighter around your neck, pulling you backwards so you were bent in a weird position, looking at San with a shocked expression. 

“Baby. Don’t start being a brat. I’m your sir, and this is Hwa and Joong. Go it!” He spat out, annoyance lacing on his tongue. Your hazy eyes looked up at him with sorrow. You pouted slightly, knowing exactly how to play San’s games.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me.” You whimpered trying to keep your eyes open but it was becoming increasingly harder as you feel Seonghwa add another finger into your wet pussy. San just scoffed before telling Seonghwa to move. You cried from the loss of contact but since Hwa is such a people pleaser, he slowly kissed up your body, collar and neck before whispering in your ear;

“Don’t worry my obedient little whore. I’ll treat you soon enough.” San didn’t respond this time, just scoffing before letting you go. Your knees buckled trying to keep yourself upright. But a new pair of hands grabbed you, letting you lean against a hard chest. 

“Hey there, angel, ready for some fun?” Hongjoong’s voice was higher pitched than the others, but it still held the same authority if not more. You nodded with a quick ‘yes’ letting the male chuckle at how obedient you are. San had turned on the bedside lamps, letting the dim orange hue shine through the room, letting you see the three men for the first time tonight. Seonghwa’s hair was a mess from your fingers, lips glistening from your slick. God, as if he couldn’t get any more hot, there he was in all his egotistical glory. 

“Baby. Stand you for us. And take off your shirt.” San said, nonchalantly, while downing a glass of liquor from the dry bar in the corner of the hotel room. You gulp slowly, taking off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You became all too aware that you were only in your underwear in front of three very powerful men. You weren’t the thinnest either, so your insecurities started being placed on full alert. Seonghwa seemed to notice first, moving so he was flushed against you, chest to chest. he gave you the warmest smile before dipping his head in closer. His nose was grazing against yours, his lips almost close enough to touch. You had no idea if you were allowed to kiss him or Hongjoong, but given his face was between your legs only minutes ago, what harm would it entail?

Seonghwa gave you a surprised groan as he felt your plump lips. His tongue slipped effortlessly into your mouth like it was made to do just that. You could taste yourself on him, which caused a whimper to escape. His hands gripped your bare hips tightly, holding you so close that you could feel his bulge against your thigh. San was watching the situation unfold in front of him, biting his bottom lip at just how submissive you can quickly become around the three of them. How almost normal it felt. San gave a little whistle for Hongjoong to join in, while he took a seat on a large seat that sits by the window, gifting him the perfect view of the show you were so eagerly putting on. 

“Play nice with her. Or I’ll never let you touch her again.” San’s voice was stern and controlling. But man, did it make you shiver. You knew if you wanted to be rough or slow you would use your safe word or the traffic light system and you were also damn sure that San drilled it into the other two’s heads before this little ordeal. So you knew you were in a completely safe environment, and this was all for the thrill. 

“You hear that, Bunny. Sannie thinks we can’t play nice.” Seonghwa mumbles against your lips before moving down to kiss your cheek, jaw, and neck.

“He thinks we’re gonna get too rough with you.” Hongjoong grabs a fist full of your breasts squeezing tightly, drawing out a choked moan from you. His lips grazed your ear before biting softly on your ear lobe. Your nerves felt like they were on fire with the way these two tag teamed you. Like they had practised many times for this moment. “But you like it rough don’t you, angel?”

“Yeah, you like it when you're manhandled. Thrown around like a pleasure whore. Hmm?” Seonghwa nipped at your collarbone causing a yelp to escape you. The two of them just chuckled, knowing exactly how to tease you from hearing detail after detail of San explaining how much of a subby little fuck toy you are for him. 

"Please, Da-Hongjoong... touch me." You whimpered, almost calling him something other than his name. Even though San said not to call them anything other than what he gave you. Yet you had the biggest urge to disobey.

"But am I touching you, angel?" Hongjoong knew what he was doing. He needed you to break, spill all your dirty secrets out before he touched you. But Seonghwa, on the other hand, all he wanted to do was make you squirm until overdrive. His hands gripping at any part of exposed flesh, his hot tongue licking along your neck, while he suckles yet another red and purple mark. You were most certain that you had leaked through your panties and down your leg by now. Your brain clouded, and all judgement slipped slowly into your subspace as two pairs of lips find the most sensitive spots on your neck and collarbone.

“F-Fuckk.” You swore, tilting your head back against Hongjoong’s shoulder. Seonghwa’s hand dipped into the top of your panties siding his fingers down through your soaking cunt. Hongjoong on the other hand, tugged on your bra until your breasts spilled out the top of it. His fingers pinched your peaked nipples while Seonghwa start to slowly fuck two fingers in you, stretching you out nicely. Both men didn’t stop their assault on your neck, littering your skin with bright marks and bites. You hazily hummed, opening your eyes to see San sitting with his lips parted and his hand palming his crotch. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Such a potty mouth, Bunny.” Seonghwa laughed pushing a third finger inside you while his palm rests on your clit perfectly. “I wonder what other filthy things you can say sweet things.”

“Oh, she can say many filthy things.” San’s voice made you jump, not realizing you had your eyes closed and San had moved to stand next to you, completely trapping you in the middle of all three of them. “You just gotta know what buttons to press.” 

San gripped Seonghwa’s wrist, tugging it out of your cunt making you yelp. His hands grabbed your hips before literally ripping your panties to shreds, letting the pieces of fabric fall to the floor. San’s hand gave your ass cheek as loud, harsh slap making you fall forward towards the perfectly made bed. “Come on baby. Shake that pretty thing for us.” You lazily wiggle your ass, letting the three men stare at your plump cake and leaking cunt. You felt humiliated in the best way possible, wanting nothing but the approval of the men behind you.

San stood behind you, pressing his clothed crotch against your ass, grinding slowly. You choked, feeling the rough fabric of his pants against your skin. His fingers gripping your waist tight enough, it threatened to draw blood, while his hips pulled away before snapping back on your ass. He was thrusted against you dry. Railing you up, causing you to slip into your subspace. “What do you need, baby? Tell us what you want.” He thrusted with. Every. Word.

“I w-wan…” You whimper, feeling tears swell in your eyes, your fingers tangling into the white sheets. “I want you, sir, please.”

A sharp pain shot down your nerves as you felt Sans's hand smack your ass. “You can do better. What. Do. You. Want. Slut.” He pushed two fingers into your pussy making you cry out, shaking at the sudden pleasure.

“I-I want cock please sir. I want to be fucked so badly.” All three men groaned at your filthy cry. Not just asking for San but to just be fucked in general. “I want to be full so badly.”

“See, what wasn’t so hard now, was it.” San snaked his fingers in your hair, yanking your head upwards. You yelped at the slight pain, your arms shaking, trying your best to keep yourself up. “Now the real question is. Which cock you want first?”

“Daddy…” You gaze at the two men standing by the window on your left-hand side. Seonghwa’s eyebrow raised while Hongjoong had the most sadistic smile you’d ever seen. San looked over to them, confused for a moment, feeling a little bit of rage but yet a hint of curiosity. Hongjoong scoffed, clicking his tongue before he started to undo his belt. San tugged you by the hair, so you were standing completely straight up. His hot breath against your earlobe before he gave your ass one more final slap, then squeeze. If you were going to play a bratty game. Then a bratty game it shall be.

“Okay, baby. You want his cock, then you can have it…” His hand snaked back around your throat choking you harshly. “But if you call him daddy one more time, I’ll grab that vibrator I know you have in your backpack and leave it on you until you learn your lesson. Got it.”

You nodded like an idiot, whining just wanting to be filled. But at the same time, San’s empty threat sounded so very tempting. Sadly, before you could say anything, San twisted you around until you fell on your back on the bed. Hongjoong was on you in seconds. His face is inches from you, with the same sadistic smile painted on it. “Hi there Angel…” He kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear. “Don’t worry, Darling, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” His voice was low enough that San would only be able to hear mumbles, which caused him to roll his eyes with what felt like the millionth time tonight. Seonghwa, of course, noticed, letting out a laugh.

“Lighten up, Sannie. Share some of the reins. It’ll be more enjoyable.” Seonghwa grabbed the younger male's shoulders, pushing his fingers into his deep neck tissue, feeling his muscles so tense and tight. San closed his eyes for a moment, finally relaxing against the older man. You watched the whole situation unfold, making your head spin. The boys all cared for one another so much and looked out for one another. You felt your heart swell.

“Hey, eyes on me, sweet thing. I want you to look at me while I ruin you.” Your gaze snapped back to him instantly, biting your lip while your brows knitted together. You felt his cock rubbed against your dripping folds, making you forget the other two that stood next to the window. “That’s it, baby. Deep breath.”

You did as you were told, taking in a sharp breath as you felt Hongjoong ease inside you. He wasn’t as long as San, but his girth was something else. He felt like you were being stretched to the breaking point, turning your already mushy brain into more mush if that was even possible. “Hongjoong!!”

His pace was unforgiving, snapping his hips against you without a second thought. He did not wait for you to get used to him, making his thrust mix with the best kind of pain and pleasure. Your mouth hung open with drool pooling on your right side while you moan uncontrollably. You tried your best to keep your eyes open but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was making it hard. You didn’t even notice the bed dipping until you saw a washed-out red hair sitting above you. He leaned down giving you a drawn-out kiss while Hongjoong’s hips snapped against you with fury and determination as he fell forward to case your right nipple in his hot mouth. You felt like you were going to explode within seconds. “You gonna cum for Joong bunny?” 

Seonghwa’s voice stirred you forward feeling a sharp burn snap in your gut as his fingers attach to your clit and his lips to your nipple. You’ve never felt so overstimulated in one moment, having three pairs of hands groping, squeezing and teasing any and all parts of your body. Three mouths licking, sucking, and biting you like you were their last meal on earth. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the sudden gush of liquid that slipped out of you, screaming into San’s mouth, sounding like a pathetic porn star. “Fuck did you just squirt?” Hongjoong was the first to speak slowing his thrusts for a moment.

“She did, look the bed is covered.” Seonghwa chuckled.

“Such a good girl. Now you gonna take Joongie’s cum hmm?” San didn’t need to see the other two men’s expressions to know their excitement just grew about a million percent. Hongjoong had to snap his cock back inside you just at the thought.

“Really San? You’ll let us come in your girl?” Hongjoong sounded like he was asking a completely mundane question and not currently balls deep inside of you. San gave you one slap quick peck on the lips as if he was checking in on you without needing to say anything. He could see the sparkle in your eyes, giving him the okay to answer.

“Oh course. Sharing is caring.” 

Everything happened so fast. You couldn’t even tell whose hands were whose. Your body was flipped around until your legs dangled on the end of the bed and Hongjoong was back pushing into your sensitive puffy pussy. He crossed his arms over to grab your hips, holding you firmly as he fucked you hard, quick and desperately. Trying to chase his own high. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Hongjoong was so close he just needed a little more, just a little push. And then you clenched hard around him, feeling you about to come again making him choke as he suddenly stop his thrusts, spilling his hot cum deep into your cunt. “Oh fuck. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“I know, right? And no matter how many times you fucker her. She’s still so needy.” San prided himself in his stamina and when he found out you could go for multiple rounds, it was like a match made in heaven. “Step aside, Joong, I need to feel my baby's cunt.”

A panting Hongjoong pulled out of you slowly, feeling you clench. He groaned, seeing his cum mix with yours as it spilled out of your pussy and down your leg. San was quick to pull you up, walking you over to the chair by the window. He sat down letting you fall onto his lap. You whined, fingers tangling into his shirt. “T-too clothed sir.”

“Hmm, what’s that doll? Am I too clothed for you?” San giggled, tilting his head back as you nodded your head. he held your face, kissing you deeply while mumbling against your lips, “Okay then, baby.”

He turned you around in his lap so your back was against his chest. Your gaze scanned the room seeing Hongjoong laying down on the couch, his cock stuffed by him his sweats but Seonghwa on the hand was stalking his way towards you and San, tugging his shirt off. Neither man had to say another word as San tilted you forward, making you place your hands on his knees. Your face was eye leveled with Seonghwa’s aching clothed crotch, while you could hear San remove his clothes. Seonghwa grabbed your chin, making you look up between your lashes at the older male. His smirk sent shivers down your spine, “Gonna let me fuck your mouth like a good obedient little whore?” 

“Yes, please, Sir.” A loud slap echoed in the room as you let out a yelp. San’s hand rubs your raw ass, smoothing your hot skin. 

“What d-did I say?” San growled.

You looked over your shoulder quickly, seeing San’s eyes were almost pitch, pooling with lust. You gave him a small simple smile before looking back to Seonghwa. “Please. May I please have your cock… Sir.” 

“Fucking brat.” San stood up, gripping your hips tightly, bending you so you could place your hands on the arms of the chair. San gave your ass another harsh slap making you cry, tears swelling down your cheeks. “You want to be a brat. I’ll fuck you like one.”

He sunk into your cunt in one swift motion, knocking the wind right out of your lungs. You screamed, dropping your head while you moaned San’s name over and over against with each sharp, brutal thrust. Your nails dug into the chair, eyes shut tight. Every nerve in your body was on fire, feeling San’s big cock abuse your cervix. “Fuck, sir! Please. So big. Fuck. So full.”

“What? Cock drunk already? Too stupid to form a sentence anymore?” San mocked you, placing a hand on your shoulder, while the other stayed firmly on your hip. He pushed you up slightly, whistling slightly. You didn’t understand what was going on but the next thing you knew was feeling Seonghwa take a seat on the chair in front of you, his hard cock lying against his bare chest. Your eyes grew wide, he was longer and thicker than Hongjoong and San.

“Open wide, Bunny.” You gazed up at him for a moment, seeing a smirk painted on his perfect face. You spread your legs wider, so you’d be levelled with Seonghwa. San let go of your shoulder, stilling his hips so you could take Seonghwa’s cock in your mouth. You tried your best not to gag, gripping tightly onto his thighs while San started to grind his cock against you again once you could take at least half of him. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so good Bunny. So warm.”

“Oh, Just wait-fuck..till you feel her cunt.” San smirked.

“Like I said best pussy I’d ever had.” Hongjoong laughed from afar, most likely still on the bed, watching. Seonghwa threw his head back losing himself in the feeling of your mouth, while San’s thrusts began to get unstable feeling his orgasm creeping closer. He snaked a hand under you to rub your clit, trying to get you to come first. He needed you to come first, he needs to feel you let go and cream around his cock before he could pump you full.

“Come on baby, can you... f-fuck, can you cum for me. I need you to let go, baby.” San was mumbling, losing himself with the feeling of your soaked cunt clenching around his aching cock. You were crying around Seonghwa’s cock, making the vibration down his shaft cause him to buck his hips into you. Everything is so overwhelming, being filled by two men at the same time, while both being lost in pleasure from the feeling of your body. It made you dizzy as he squirted all over San, legs shaking and knees buckling. San came soon after, holding your hips in place so you wouldn’t fall. He swore, feeling his cum leak out around his cock as all the liquid pooled on the floor.

“Fuck, Bunny.” Seonghwa gripped your shoulders, tugging you off himself. San slipped out of you, sidestepping to take Seonghwa’s place in the chair, racking his hands through his sweaty, wet hair. Seonghwa manhandled you to lean against the window. Your nipples chilling to the cold temperature of the glass. Your hands sat flat on the window as Seonghwa laced his fingers with yours. He slowly glided his cock through your dripping folds before sinking right into your sensitive cunt with a groan. His pace was slow, calculated. You’ve never had a cock as big as Seonghwa and it was hitting all the right spots perfectly with each thrust. It didn’t take you long to feel the tinge in your gut again, already so oversensitive from being fucked twice already.

“Sir please I’m gonna cum again.” you completely forgot about San’s rule but no one seemed to notice except for Seonghwa, which made his ego grow more than he’d like to admit. Fucking your hard against the glass for all the city to see...

“Well go on. Cum like a little whore on my cock bunny. Cum while watching the city lights.” Seonghwa’s filthy words were just the right amount to send you over the edge, clamping down hard on his cock. He pulled out of you mid-high causing your body to shake in pain but you didn’t have any time to say anything, as he pushed right back in with a harsh slam, biting down on your shoulder.

You screamed. He came quicker than he would have liked, but the feeling of your cunt was too much for him. Everything went still, the only thing heard was heavy panting and racing hearts. Your mind was too hazy to register the two men helping you to the bed, laying you down where Hongjoong had been. You vaguely could see all three of them standing half-dressed and a mess, at the end of the bed, staring at you. They all thought how beautiful you looked and how well you did for them. And from that day on they knew their relationship with you was going to be completely different and none of them minded one bit.

San might have also ‘forgotten’ the next morning to give you the personalized hoodie so you would have to go back and get it. But not before himself, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong had another round with you.

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[ja3mln]

nct dream & their love language

cw: fluff, very slight smut (jeno, hc, jaemin & jisung), overall it's gn but use of the word "girl" in the dialogues (renjun & jaemin), also mention of period (mark & chenle), quick mention of food/eating (mark, chenle & jisung)

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mark; quality time & act of service

mark loves spending time with you. his favorite moments are when you come to the studio and keep him company, even if you're just sitting here and watching him making music and helping him or doing your own stuff. loves taking you on improvised date like you're chilling and he will suddenly ask 'wanna go on a date?' at the most random times of the day. loves late night dates in the park or just walking in the dark streets and have late night talks. loves when you both are just chilling on your bed and you help him found the lyrics for his next song and you end up making out, mark stopping from time to time to write lyrics he just thought about; "damn we should make out more, i've never been so inspired". this man just loves being with you, whatever you're doing. mark is someone you can always count on when you need something. actually, you don't even have to ask, he will always make sure you have everything you need: he always brings something to eat when he comes over, when you text him about something you need to get later or something you need to do, he will always try to do it for you, sometimes without even telling you and be like: 'oh by the way, i got you those tampons you needed', like it's the most normal thing to do. he loves to cook for you when you had a long day or you're just too lazy, he always makes sure you're eating and resting well.

renjun: quality time & words of affirmation

renjun always feels the need to touch you, whether it's when you're out or just the two of you. when you're out, he always holds your hand or has one of his hands on your back to keep you close. he always needs to feel you besides him and make sure you're safe. when you two are alone, he loves when you play with his hand or his hair, or when you both cuddle and have small talks. he just loves quiet moments with you, when he gets to hear only your voice and your breath, and nothing else. renjun is kind of shy when it comes to expressing his feelings, but when it's about you, he just can't help but tell you how much he loves you and that he's happy to have you. he loves reminding you, and himself, that he's the luckiest to have you, saying things like, "i'm so glad to have you in my life" and "you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen". even though renjun is the type to enjoy stay-in dates, he loves going out with you but in quiet places like small coffee shops or flower gardens where he gets to hold your hand, have small talks with you, and even share small kisses. he just loves being in his small bubble with you.

haechan; physical touch & quality time

this man is obsessed with you (in a good way) and is going to let you know every time he has the chance to. he always has his hands on you, it could be his hand holding yours or his arm on your waist to keep you close. he loves playing with your hair; it becomes automatic when you're chilling together or watching a movie, his hand will automatically find a way to your hair. he loooooves spending time with you. he would text you every day to ask if you can come over to watch a movie or to play video games, or even just lay in his bed and chill. also, he loves when you sleep over. he loves going out with you, anywhere, anytime: to the arcade, to the park, to the grocery, and even clubbing; he loves partying with you. but his favorite moments are when you both chill on the bed, listen to your favorite songs, and talk about anything. sex with haechan is full of touching, all over your body; he just makes sure he leaves his touch on every single inch of your skin. he also loves the effect his hands have on you and will take advantage of it to drive you crazy.

jeno; physical touch & words of affirmation

jeno always needs to make sure you're feeling loved. he doesn't miss any chance to let you know that you're loved and to compliment you about small details that no one notices but him: "oh, this little mole is so cute," "is that a new set of nails? i love it, baby," "did you change the shade of your blush? it looks good on you." jeno is really comfortable with showing affection in public, so he won't hesitate to steal small kisses from you, hold your hand, or stop while you're walking to pull you by the waist and remind you how good you look today. he stares at you a lot. like a lot. he would get lost in his own thoughts and end up apologizing because he didn't even listen to what you were saying: "sorry, baby. it's so hard to concentrate when you look this beautiful," and will kiss you. when you two are alone, jeno gets even more clingy and can't take his hands off you. he loves getting you on his lap and making out for hours, praising you as much as he can. sex with jeno is something you've never experienced before, how can he make you feel so loved and good while fucking you so roughly? he loves rough sex but also soft sex where he gets to touch you gently and whispers sweet words to you (he does during rough sex too but it's another kind of sweet words lmao): "i could watch you take my cock for hours", "you're the best, baby. you're doing so good", "fuck, i love you so fucking much".

jaemin; physical touch & words of affirmation

one thing about this man is that he's always going to make sure you feel loved. he always makes sure he tells you how beautiful you are every day and how much he loves you: "i love you, okay? i'm so lucky to have this beautiful girl just for me." he needs more than words to give you the love you deserve, though, so he won't hesitate to cup your face and look at you with the softest eyes ever when he says those words and kiss you passionately. he loves praising you whenever you've accomplished the smallest things; he always needs to make sure you know how proud he is of you. he calls you every day (when you can't hang out) to remind you that he loves you and that he misses kissing you. talking about kisses, his kisses would be the sweetest you've ever had. kissing jaemin feels like heaven, and that's exactly how he wants you to feel. he would whisper sweet words between the kisses: "i'm so in love with you," "i could kiss you for hours," "i never want to stop looking at you.". when it comes to sex, whether it's rough or soft sex, jaemin will always make sure you're okay and that you're feeling good. his touch would be so gentle and he would praise you everytime he finds the chance to: "so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, baby", "good girl, you're doing so good", "be patient, angel. let me make you feel good".

chenle; quality time & act of service

chenle is a bit shy when it comes to physical touch, so he would do his best to show his love in any other way. his love language is a lot of teasing and playful interactions, so when it comes to really showing his feelings, he gets shy. he always tries to spend time with you whenever he can; he would always ask you to hang out as soon as he's free. he wants to make sure that you feel loved even if he rarely tells you how much he loves you. he loves dates that involve fun activities like the arcade, escape games, or mini-golf, but also dates where he gets to talk with you for hours, like when you eat together. he always makes sure you have everything you need; he always insists on cooking for you and going to the grocery when you're tired and need something. when you're on your period, you can always count on him to take care of you. when you two are alone, chenle gets more comfortable with physical touch and would cuddle you or play with your hair while you watch random videos, laying on the bed together. he tries to imprint every moment spent with you in his brain and make it special for him but also for you.

jisung; quality time & physical touch

when you start dating jisung, there weren't a lot of physical touch: small kisses here and there, shyly holding hands or him putting his arm around you, but nothing too physical. but once he got comfortable, he couldn't keep his hands for himself when he's with you, he always needs to feel your skin on his, even if it's just your two tights brushing or his hand on your tight. he just needs to feel you here with him. when you two are in public, he tries to be more discreet, holding your hand or letting you put your arm around his while you're walking. but once you're alone, he gets very clingy and always tries to hold you as close as possible. he loves making out with you but not too much because he likes to stare at you a lot, so he prefers when you two are just chilling together, and he gets to watch you and play with your fingers or your hair. he loves taking you on arcade and amusement park dates. he just likes having fun with you so much. he's obsessed with night dates too, like in the middle of the night when the two of you are chilling, he would just suddenly ask if you want to get ramen or if you want to go for a walk. he loves walking at night with you, holding your hand, and he gets to steal long and sweet kisses because there's only the two of us in the streets. jisung gets more shy when it comes to sex, though. he's very hesitant and gentle because he's just scared to make a bad move and hurt you or make you uncomfortable. but at the end, his touch always makes you feel loved and safe.

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[maskedtruths666]

And now, for the final scene. This is 100% FAKE.

Scene: She gets taken back to a hotel and a group of guys have their way with her.

As Jia Qi was laying down, breathless from being used like a common cum dumpster at an actual dumpster, she didn’t realize that a group of guys were forming up on her. Before she could process anything, she was fed a glass of vodka. The random guy kept forcing her to drink the vodka and she could not resist. She could feel herself loosening up and losing consciousness as she was starting to get drunk.

Soon, she could feel herself being whisked away into a taxi with a group of fat, horny, smelly men. The next thing she knew, she was being thrown into the bed. She could vaguely hear voices speaking and even though she could not understand it, she knew she was in for a long and dangerous night. At this moment, she really regretted going to the club and not taking proper care of herself. Her guilt and regret started building up.

Some guys started groping Jia Qi and Jia Qi still tried to resist. She was struggling and pushing them away but was easily overpowered by the group of 4-5 men. One of the men, opened a bottle of vodka and forcefully opened her mouth and made her drink the vodka as if it was water. As she already had a large amount of alcohol in her system, she rapidly became drunk. The potency of the alcohol was enough to affect Jia Qi’s self control and soon, she was reduced to a cheap whore.

One of the men, Alfred, stepped forward and said, “It’s my turn. Let me have my go and then you animals can have her. We have the whole night so conserve your energy. Let’s show this rape meat why she is nothing but a whore and she should not be such an easy target for us.”

Alfred remorselessly thrust into Jia Qi from the front. Despite his fat nature, his thick cock managed to thrust deep into her. Due to the lack of self control, Jia Qi let out a huge gasp of pain and pleasure. Frustrated by her betrayal of her own body, Jia Qi was just hoping that the faster she fucks these animals, the faster they’d stop. How wrong she was.

“Ugh yes. This is how a rape meat’s pussy is supposed to feel like. Wet, some what tight and 100% used.” Alfred groaned as he continued thrusting into Jia Qi. Jia Qi instinctively wanted to struggle but she realized the situation she was in and she just let Alfred have his way with her.

With Alfred thrusting into her and Jia Qi moaning, the other guys surrounded her on the bed. Some were touching her tits. Some were already jerking off to her face. Some made her suck their dick as she was relentlessly being thrusted into by Alfred.

“Ah yes, this is excellent. It feels like you’re succumbing to your role as a cheap whore. It feels like you’re squeezing my cock tightly. But we are so used to our own whores doing this to us that we won’t cum that fast. Your pussy is our shared toy and we are all going to play with it very well.” Alfred said as he continued mercilessly thrusting into her.

Jia Qi’s breathing grew ragged. She felt chills of pleasure run through her entire body as the guys groped her all over. All rational thought flew out the window and Jia Qi started moaning in pleasure as her desires and inhibitions took over. She started to enjoy being a rape meat to these fat and smelly men.

As Alfred was reaching his climax, he pulled Jia Qi’s hands towards him as he relentlessly plowed into her pussy.

“Ugh, I’m going to cum. I’m almost there.” Alfred said as he was on edge as he was furiously thrusting into Jia Qi.

Within seconds, he stopped plowing her and a wave of heat that Jia Qi had never felt before ripped through her sore pussy. Alfred had unleashed a hot load of cum directly deep into her pussy. As he was shooting out loads of cum into her and experiencing fantastic pleasure as this was the first whore he didn’t pay for, Jia Qi was utterly humiliated as she had an orgasm for the first time.

As Alfred pulled out of Jia Qi, a smirk on his face can be seen as he said, “Maybe you should pay me for pleasuring you.”

As cum slowly dripped out of a pulsating Jia Qi, Alfred said to the others, “Have your way with her. I’ll be fucking her again in 20 minutes, so rape her hard and break her for me. I want her totally broken and used and sticky when I fuck her again in 20 minutes.”

Soon, Jia Qi lost track of time. She was swarmed with a whole bunch of fat and smelly men. She could feel her tits being squeezed hard. Her hands wrapped around numerous cocks. Her mouth being used as a fleshlight. Her pussy being pounded like there was no tomorrow. As her pussy was already loosened up by 4 guys before the next couple of guys, whoever pounded her pussy could easily enter her.

Jia Qi’s body was still recovering from the hot afterglow of being raped and the fat smelly men showed her no mercy as they gang banged the soul out of Jia Qi. Each men showed no mercy as they held their leader’s words to heart. To break her. Each cock roughly thrusted into her. Hard and fast. As each cock entered, each cock was drained fully when it was done. With so much cum in her, cum was spewing everywhere with each new cock that entered her cum filled pussy. At this juncture, it was almost like clockwork. In a span of 15 mins, multiple guys had emptied their balls into her and she had orgasmed many times within that 15 mins.

As the 20th minute mark approached, Jia Qi had already been raped multiple times and her naked body was covered in cum all over. Her make up completely ruined with tears and cum. Her tits were dripping with cum. Her pussy all filled to them brim with so much cum, she was oozing out cum at this point.

This time, Alfred stood over her and smiled at the masterpiece his goons and him have created. Jia Qi just lay there as if she was an inflatable sex doll. Alfred turned her over and scooped up cum from her pussy and the bed and used it to lubricate her anus. The moment his finger penetrated her anus, Jia Qi let out another gasp of pain and pleasure. She had never been analled before and this shook her to the core.

Alfred positioned himself and he pushed her body downwards. He forced her head down and arched her ass upwards to his comfortable position as he forcefully entered her anus.

“Ugh, finally, this is what I need. A tight anus. Oh yes, fuck this is good.” groaned Alfred as he slowly penetrated Jia Qi’s anus. He wanted to enjoy every bit of it. As he continually thrusted into her, Jia Qi was filled with pain. She could not stand the pain of being ass raped but she was helpless. The other men piled onto her, holding her down as Alfred had his way with her anus. As he was raping her anus relentlessly, he told his men, “We are going to have a competition. We will hold her in this position. The person who can fuck her the longest will get to keep her bra that’s filled with our cum.”

The men readily agreed and held her in position. Jia Qi was utterly helpless and could not move an inch. One of the men showed mercy and he filled her up with vodka, making her totally drunk. As she got steadily drunker, she lost sense of her reality and she soon lost track of what’s happening. She hardly knew what was happening and she was a slave to her pleasure.

Jia Qi moaned with pleasure as each guy mercilessly emptied their balls into her tight anus that did not seem to get looser with each guy raping it. It did however get more and more lubricated as more guys emptied their balls into her.

This went on for several hours and the men kept wanting to one up the other by fucking her longer and longer. Soon, Jia Qi lost consciousness from all her pleasure and her drunken state. Even after she regained consciousness, the men were still plowing into her. She ceased thinking and let her body go to these filthy men who had used every single hole of hers already. By the time daylight had hit, she had been raped multiple times in every single conceivable position. She had been double penetrated, gang banged, fucked missionary and doggy. You can think of it, the men would have done it. Jia Qi was never given a moment’s rest. Despite the men cumming over and over again, they still continued ravaging her as if she was an inflatable sex toy and her holes are their rape meat.

They continued raping her even through the morning until Jia Qi totally fainted and she did not regain consciousness. Even then, some of the men continued fucking her until they could physically cum no more. Once they were all done, Alfred had one final go at Jia Qi. He stood above her limp, barely alive body. She had so much cum all over her that she was sticky to the touch. He made the men prepare a herbal tea for her that instantly made her conscious again. Once she was conscious, he raped her with the roughest intensity he could muster. Jia Qi, not given a moment’s rest, realized that what she thought was a horrible dream was actually a nightmare that happened in real life and she was still living it.

Groping and slapping her, tightly squeezing whatever he was holding onto, Alfred relentlessly thrusted into Jia Qi, ignoring her pleas to stop it. The more she cried, the more turned on he got. The more she begged him to stop, the more he continued ravaging her pussy. At that moment, he made the guys video it down.

“If you want to leave here in one piece, you will continue crying and begging for help. If not. I will send this to everyone and your boyfriend. Poor cuck has been calling you all night. So I want you to beg for your life as if it depended on it.” Alfred said menacingly as he viciously plowed into her.

“Please, please stop. Please just let me go. I will give you anything, please just stop raping me and let me go.” Jia Qi begged as Alfred thrusted deeply into her, getting more and more turned on.

Alfred grabbed her face with one hand and spat onto her face, “Cry for me. Cry real tears and I will finally cum in you and we are done.”

Trying to cry, Jia Qi was still being forcefully raped by Alfred and for some reason, could not cry.

As a result, Alfred took Jia Qi’s phone, unlocked it using her Face ID, video called her boyfriend and live streamed the whole thing.

The End!

[stringledcheese]

Them with a S/O that likes to sing!

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Aizawa, Shinsou, and Bakugou (separate) x gn!Reader 

Warnings: None at all :) A/N: There’s probably better labels then the ones then just “if you like metal singing” but I don’t really know the exact terminology, I just didn’t want those people to be left out :>

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Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead

- He 100% loves it and feels no shame in expressing it in his own little grumpy way. - But when I say he loves your singing I mean it, he loves it. - This guy barely cares about what his food tastes like so he’s not gonna care what you sound like, he’ll vibe all the same. - 10/10 Sleepy man approved - You wanna do him a favour and indulge his need for your voice? - Sing this man to sleep

- Aizawa is always run ragged and exhausted from both hero patrols and working as a UA teacher to around 20 super powered hormone filled teenagers.

- So it’s safe to say he is on the brink of sleep just about all the time.

- Sing him to sleep and he could sleep standing

- Not like he doesn’t already but that's besides the point.

- It’s almost like some sort of hypnosis for him, when you start singing he’s dead asleep and is basically impossible to wake up.

- Poor Mic actually thought he was dead once when he came over to your shared home to drop off some stuff. - Now he doesn’t really care what you sing, so if you’re a metal singer he’s chill - I mean, he’s used to sleeping in the middle of the day in an active classroom. - So it’s safe to say not much can phase and or wake him up from sleep. - So go ahead and scream your throat away, Aizawa will support by laying there like a corpse. - If you somehow manage to wake him up you will be attacked with at least 3 pillows. - He’ll try to send at least one cat after you but they’d just rub up on your legs. - So for your own sake of not getting pelted with pillows and getting cat soldiers getting sent to you try and be in a different room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shinsou Hitoshi

- Does this second generation sleepy boy like your singing? - Short answer, yes and no. - Shinsou is as blunt as a butter knife and as tired as a person that’s coming down from drinking a two liter of nothing but pure espresso. - So if you find yourself singing while Shinsou is trying to, or is taking a nap he can and will tell you to knock it off.  - Out of love, but still. - If he’s feeling nice he’ll silently hand you a glass of water or a snack you like to occupy you with something so he can get some shut eye while your getting sustained. - Drink your water kids or shinsou will be coming for your knees - Though if you just badger him enough to sing he’ll give in out of the lack of energy he has to care enough. - Afterwards he 100% will be better off. - It’s basically common understanding at this point that the little purple man gets no sleep, but, to try and sleep he puts on ambiance. - Just those like hour to two hour long videos on youtube of rain sounds or random soothing noises, so when he sleeps he’s used to having noise. - Because youtube is youtube, the occasional “siren” singing video pops up and he conks out so fast he doesn’t realize that it’s basically sleeping medication for him. - So when you start singing? - It doesn’t matter what or how you sing he is fucking out. - Halfway through whatever song your doing he’ll just be a dead weight in your arms. - Now if you’re metal singer?  - He’s just like his fannon/illegitimate father, 0 fucks to give he will sleep like a baby through it. - Idk runs in the blood I guess. - But on the non-sleeping side of things he actually does quite enjoy metal and or rock music. - Shinsou will turn into your 1# fan - Be expecting a noise complaint from every dude in the dorms because he will ask for you to sing to him at all hours of the day with 0 shame.

Bakugou Katsuki

- This asshole

- We all lovem, but this asshole.

- Trust me, he does actually enjoy your singing quite a bit. - You could sing about the entire wiki article on armadillos and he’d eat it up like some really good spicy noodles. - But that doesn’t mean he’ll act like like - Because no - He acts like it’s the possibly the most annoying thing known to man. - I may be over exaggerating a little but not by far.  - If you start to sing when both of your are alone things will be flung, pillows, blankets, plushies, anything soft to get you to make it look like to anyone else that he wants you to stop. - He doesn’t really want you to stop - But he has a tough guy personally to hold up here guys, let him have his pride. - During late nights though, all that drops. - All he wants to do is cuddle you closer then humanly possible. - He’s soft as those pillows you feel in stores but never buy. - If you really want him to be a puddle of big strong angry blonde man though? Lay him on your chest and sing. - He will become a big heap of puddy - Double trauma points if you headcanon he’s deaf/losing his hearing  - Bakugou’s 100% supportive of anything you sing. - Definitely your 1# hype man and if you sing in front of others he’ll be so proud - He is the type of guy to say “thats my partner” because he’s just so happy that your his. - If your a metal singer though?  - He’s 100% singing with you all the way - Bakugou’s vocal cords have been screeching like a banshee almost 2 quarters of his life, he’s practically trained for it. - Though he goes a little extra feral when he’s screaming lyrics or just straight up screaming with you. - So you guys just end up vibing while sounding like multiple felonies happening at once. - Even if you don’t sing metal/just straight scream, he’ll occasionally sing along with you. - His singing voice is a little crusty but beautiful, but he won’t sing loud for anything. - Try teasing him about it. - Trust me he loves you but at that point his explosions will be rated E for everyone - Including you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading :D This will probably have a part 2, I don’t really know :)

[hausofanya]

FANMADE VIDEO

[ AUTOMATED VOICE. ] hi. friendly neighborhood anyangi here back at it again with another highly requested cléo moments video. and since i love my wife, why the hell not. here’s a brief background for those who somehow got this on their youtube rec and don’t know who this absolute STUNNER is.

cléo, born cléo anya torell, is a member of the fucking powerhouse that is called stray kids. they are a idol group under jyp entertainment and she is their main vocalist. her voice is literal gold. she wasn’t called the golden voice in high school for nothing. don’t believe me? listen to this:

sorry for how long that was…. and i had to keep in that last run in because that cover was ELEGANT. genuinely gave me chills. yebba and cléo collab when… but anyway.

along with being a vocalist, she also writes, produces, raps, acts, and plays several instruments. SELF. TAUGHT. you just had to be there when she trolled an entire stadium worth of fans when rumors spread about her playing were thought to be ‘prerecorded’ in 2020. nobody in their right mind plays fucking megalovania to prove they’ve been playing piano since they were little. iconic tbh. you just had to be there.

since then, it’s sparked a trend for idols to play silly songs live to prove their musical abilities. notable performances by cléo also include coconut mall, the peanut’s theme, and an impressed rick roll in our lovely year of 2023.

( okay but megalovania though. 😭 of all songs i’m so weak— you would thinks she would have played something cute but NOOOO. it gives CHEESE energy a little bit. im so here for it. )

when you first get into stray kids, you probably think her being the only girl makes her the most sane one. people have that misconception with seungmin, too. that because they’re not as reactionary as the others, that they’re calm as hell. well i implore you to watch the skzcode episode where they did that horror house. felix may have been the scaredy cat when kittyracha had their turn, but by now we should know cléo is NAWT a fan of bugs.

the boys making her dig out the key through the slime was so cold 😭 the scream she let out ?? literally broke the sound barrier. ariana grade who… mariah carey where….

anyway, just don’t mention bugs around her and we’re good. because i would like to still be able to hear. and without further ado, here are my favorite cléo moments.

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— HYUNJIN X CLÉO 2KIDS EP

“…come to think of it, i knew you did ice skating. so i don’t know how the others didn’t. did you not tell them?”

cléo appears smug, seemingly recalling the moment the two had been talking about. the pair are talking about a moment shared back in their high school days, when comes to a surprise to the group that cléo knows how to ice skate.

“well, not professionally at least. like most things i know how to do, i taught myself how to skate. on ice and on skates, too.” she then pauses, confused. “i didn’t tell them? i’m sure that would have come up at random.”

“well, i remember complaining about you not teaching me.” hyunjin crosses his arms petulantly, much to cléo’s visibly growing amusement. “even when we were back in high school. you absolutely refused to teach me!”

cléo can’t hold her laugh in anymore, bursting into louder laughter as hyunjin’s complains rise in volume. it even amps up to them tussling over the throw pillows, cléo still laughing the entire time.

“it’s not like i had ill intentions? look—” cléo tries to quell his comically growing tantrum, but the fact that she’s still half laughing as she talks only fuels him the more.

“four years!” cléo sputters out a strangled laugh ( gasp? girl help … ) in response, startled at hyunjin’s sudden exclamation. “when i met you, you said you’d been skating for four years! you were depriving me—”

“you watch too much anime.”

“—of my— oh, shut up.” cléo snickers as he shoves her shoulder. “i could have been gliding on ice professionally by now.”

the mood suddenly takes a comical u-turn, with hyunjin pouting as cléo’s expression turns increasingly deadpanned—the way it normally does before she says something out of pocket. ( i’m already laughing pls help— 😭 )

“sweetheart.. with all due respect—and i’m going to touch your hand when i say this,” cléo starts, taking his hands in hers with a serious expression that leaves her friend dumbfounded. “just because you’re an amazing dancer doesn’t mean you’ll hold up well on ice. i didn’t bring up ice skating with you because when we went rollerblading you could barely stand up without clinging to the railing like a baby deer.”

cléo then turns to the camera with the same serious expression. “it took five people to peel his body off the floor. it was very embarrassing. someday i’ll post the pictures. maybe on his birthday.”

“wAIT NO—”

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— NCLÉO INTERVIEW #1

“you don’t wear heels?”

“not really. i’m already tall enough, i think.” cléo shuffles her hosting cards and smiles, gently tapping them against the bureau to straighten them out. “plus i heard it’s like an indirect insult to people under five feet seven to wear heels around them. i’m being respectful, yeah?”

johnny poorly hides a laugh into the collar of his shirt.

“i think it’s really admirable when men do it, though. no really! i’m actually serious,” cléo grins when her guests begin to laugh in surprise. “‘cause my legs absolutely check out within the first few hours. i don’t remember who it was, but i saw an idol kill a performance in stilettos. i can’t even do that. props to them for real. cause what use are my ankles when they can’t even execute their god-given purposes.”

( i really think this moment was unscripted cause girl looked genuinely confused when mark started choking on his water 😭😭😭 )

mark scurries off backstage as haechan falls over in his chair, his laugh almost bouncing off the studio walls as cléo looks on in bewilderment. ( IT WAS REAL TO HIM!! )

jaehyun wipes genuine tears from his eyes before looking off camera and descending into hysterics again. the camera pans to mark consulting a stylist ( who looks seconds from laughing herself ) about his drenched shirt, making everyone on set succumb back to laughter.

to add a cherry on top, cléo looks into the camera with wide eyes. “are these grounds to be sued.. sm entertainment i am so sorry.”

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— RED LIGHTS MAKING FILM

while chan and hyunjin are seemingly distracted going over choreography, cléo wanders off set still clad in her mv outfit much to the surprise of her assigned staff and cameraperson. they’re quick to pan the view over to her, where she looks to be scrutinizing the chained bed soon to be seen in the music video.

she then looks down at her outfit, white from head to toe just like her partners with chains locked around her body in crossing patterns, and stifles a shocked sound as if she’s had a revelation. it catches her bandmates’ attention, looking over at her as she turns around to meet their gazes.

“when we decided the concept was going to be sexy, i was thinking like. maybe skin showing. that’s normal. we do that all the time. this?” cléo points at the bed again, eyes wide, “this is straight up debauchery. stays are going to pass out. most of them are kids! i don’t want to be responsible for emotional and financial compensation!”

hyunjin nearly falls over at how distressed she looks, just about crumpling to the ground in laughter as chan looks at the camera for assistance. getting none, especially with his partners in various states of hysterics, he sighs and looks up to the ceiling for strength.

“christopher! think of the children! and—” cléo clutches at her heart as if pain, amping up the theatrics as hyunjin practically writhes on the floor. “the PARENTS. what are we going to do when we perform this and there are PARENTS IN THE CROWD.”

staff can be heard stifling their laughter as chan genuinely looks at a loss for words. his disbelief is almost tangible as he turns to stare at the bed as well, which is ultimately what makes cléo’s façade crack before she starts giggling.

“we should add a viewer discretion before the performance. ‘warning: may include vigorous gyrating and writhing on the floor. may also include—’”

cléo is lovingly cut off by a hand over her mouth, an amusedly ticked off chan dragging her away from the camera to the sound of hyunjin cackling in the background.

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— NO BADDIES, NO BADDIES, NO CAR…

“so i hear you’re an nct fan. an nctzen? czennie, i think is what they’re called.”

“yeah!” cléo responds enthusiastically to the interviewer, beaming brightly at the camera. “i’ve interviewed them myself, too. great band of great people. fun and fresh.”

“that’s exactly what i wanted to talk to you about actually.” cléo looks mildly surprised, but shifts in her seat to face the interviewer more directly. “you always credit one of your best friends as the reason why you’ve become such a big fan of other groups.”

“no, definitely. moniqa’s always been a big part of my life, so it’s natural her likes kinda bleed into mine a bit, you know?” the interviewer nods, making cléo smile faintly. “right. so please don’t take this lightly when i say she’s the biggest nctzen i know.”

cléo laughs as the small studio audience cheers, prompting her to point off camera. “they get it!”

“so moniqa is the reason why you’ve listed all these groups as your current favorites.”

“oh, yeah. i kinda regret making my personal spotify public cause now people can see what i listen to 24/7. cause the amount of people who were like ‘STRAY KIDS NCT COLLAB???’ just because hot sauce or ay-yo would come on shuffle were so—”

cléo buries her face in her hands in exaggerated fashion as the set laughs.

“stop reading into my listens so hard! i just like music!”

“so speaking of music, i heard you got into a bit of a heated debate over a song with moniq—oh.” the interviewer looks surprised as cléo’s expression morphs into one of passive smugness, quickly wiped off just when the camera shifts to her. “what—”

“hm?”

“you just—”

“so we were playing a game,” cléo starts, purposely ignoring the interviewer grasping at straws, which makes the audience laugh. “where we had to guess the song that came up just by the first couple of notes. me being the competitive person i am, who just so happened to be influenced by the biggest nctzen i know, kept getting neck to neck ties with moniq. and i could tell it was pissing her off a little bit. cause admittedly, i was being a little sh—.”

( they really censored her like that…. 🙄😒 )

“and she got designer by 127 WRONG. which was so funny to me.” pausing when the interviewer looks confused, she reiterates, “it was on the same album as two baddies! you know… two baddies, two baddies, one ridiculously expensive car… and speaking on two baddies—”

( 🎶 TWO BADDIES TWO BADDIES ONE PORSCHE 🎶 )

“—i did my research when that song dropped.”

the interviewers audibly sputters, nearly dropping his cue cards. “you did research?”

“a porsche can fit five people,” cléo continues as if she hadn’t heard him, making the audience laugh again. “what happened to the other two baddies. can’t believe they would kick two other baddies to the curb like that. what did the other two baddies do? all four of them could fit in my rover.”

“you have a rover—”

“and that’s not considering extra optional third row seating. so not only are there now ZERO baddies in your porsche, now you’re stuck paying for the car your bought to impress them. kai had a vision when he chose a rover. and i’m inclined to agree.”

( the interviewer was too stunned to speak… 😭 )

the set is in hysterics by the time she stops talking, even the camera work shaking as the person struggles to keep the frame straight. what’s worse is that cléo looks completely serious, making the interviewer huff a disbelieving laugh.

“should we call you miss rover then?”

“please look forward to my solo album,” cléo tacks on the joke, complete with a bow that makes him laugh. “i’ll ask a neo who can drive to feature on the title track.”

( GIRL I— 😭😭😭😭 )

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— RUN KITTY RUN ( COFFEE WITH THE BOYZ )

“—welcome members sangyeon, eric, kevin, and juyeon of the boyz!”

the audience claps as the four walk out on the cushioned set, smiling and waving at the camera before they bow and sit down, cléo and guest co-host moniq doing the same. cléo waits for the cheers to die down before she speaks…

…and promptly forgets every word in both the english and korean language when she locks eyes with sangyeon.

the boys looks confused when cléo doesn’t speak for a moment, looking amongst themselves as she stares down at her cue cards in a mixture of embarrassment and bewilderment. it doesn’t help that moniq is starting to catch on, formerly confused before she remembers the episode’s guests—

and also promptly begins to cackle. obnoxiously loud.

( THE WAY CLÉO JUMPED 😭😭😭 … )

with sudden abruptness, cléo stands up from her chair, makes a slow bow in their direction, bucks at moniq ( which only makes her laugh even harder 😭 ), and books it off set. dragging her producer off with her.

the boyz members only look on in varying degrees of amusement and confusion as moniq struggles to explain between bits of laughter about how cléo had been equal parts nervous and excited for this episode, being a huge fan of the group, smiling in good nature as all four of them relax and laugh as well.

“if she comes out, we promise to give her a signed album,” kevin pipes up with a grin. an unidentified sound wafts up from backstage, which makes everyone succumb back into laughter. moniq is holding her stomach at this point, seconds away from tears streaming down her face.

moniq calls cléo’s name sweetly, a shit eating grin on her face. but she doesn’t have to wait long before cléo makes her reappearance. only… not on her own.

much to the studio audience’s surprise, ends up being bodily carried back to her hosting seat by security. she’s propped in place like a doll, her head hung low in embarrassment, and moniq lasts about 0.03 seconds after personnel gingerly fixes flyway strand of hair before she starts laughing.

“i want that album after the show,” cléo points at kevin seriously, causing him to snicker quietly as she plasters on a smile and continues with the interview as if nothing happened.

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[ AUTOMATED VOICE. ] and there you have it. i would have included more, but we would be here forever and i’m sure you have places to go and people to see.

if this video hasn’t already made you want to check out stray kids’ resident cat girl then i really don’t know what else to tell you. she’s funny, hot, and extremely relatable. she truly is just like me. and her voice. i cannot stress her voice enough. siren like. i would lose myself at sea willingly.

🤷‍♀️ i really would.

anyway that’s all for now. see you guys in the next video!

[catiecat1320]

New Fic!!

This one’s a Secret Santa gift. Their one wish was for angst. A lot of angst.

⚠️Warning for character death!⚠️ It’s not graphic or anything but [redacted] still dies, soooo…

Read below the cut ⬇️

If Shadow had known what would happen, he would’ve never done such a thing. Wouldn’t have ever thought of it— he shouldn’t have thought of it at all, regardless of what happened after.

Perhaps he was a hypocrite.

It was all his fault.

……………………………………………………

……………………………………………………

It was an accident.

Shadow knew this, yet he couldn’t help the blazing fury that buried itself in his gut. Why did Sonic have to be such a moron?! That cocky, blue, son-of-a-bitch hedgehog just had to go around meddling in everyone’s business and ruining everything! 

He… he’d been so close. So close. Then— Chaos, he wished he could just throttle that—

“Shads?”

There was only one person bold enough to call him by a nickname that lame. Shadow growled, hoping that he would go away, but a second later he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. The black hedgehog whipped his head around, crimson eyes piercing emerald, and jerked away. 

“Woah! Geez, take a chill pill.” Sonic huffed, his breath visible in the chill air. “What’s wrong?”

“Gee, I wonder.” Shadow spat, baring his fangs at the hero. “Oh, maybe it’s what happened this morning!”

Sonic reacted with no more than a twitch of his face at the comment, as if it had been nothing important at all. “Dude,” he started, taking another step closer, only to be cut off by Shadow.

“Do NOT ‘dude’ me, faker. Do you even know what you did?”

The confusion that settled on Sonic’s face as he tried to recall told Shadow everything he needed to know. “You don’t. Of course you don’t. What did I expect?”

“Shads—”

“My name is Shadow.”

“Shadow. Look, I… I’m sorry I made you upset—”

“‘Upset’ is an understatement. I hate you with every fiber of my being.” 

Sonic frowned, his fingers doing a nervous tap dance on his elbow. “Okay, why— sorry, what random nerve did I touch this time? What happened?”

“If you don’t know, I can't help you.” Shadow snarled in response. Without another word, he sped off, rocket skates flaring as he slid down the icy hill. He hoped to lose the other hedgehog, but Sonic clearly had other ideas as he gave chase.

Sadly, the blue blur had always been just a little faster than Shadow, as much as he hated to admit it. Sonic eventually caught up in their impromptu race, trying and failing to talk with the sheer speed tearing apart any sound he made. Could he not see that Shadow wanted to be left alone? He was practically pleading to get decked.

A few moments more of this game of cat-and-mouse caused Shadow to snap. Scratch trying to clear his head. Sonic isn’t , nor will be, letting up— that much was clear. Well, fine. He’d share a few choice words with the idiot, since he wanted it sooo badly.

Shadow abruptly turned around, grabbing Sonic by the shoulders and slamming him into the ground. “This is all just a game to you, isn’t it? You think it’s just harmless fun.” He spat, the bitter malice in his voice surprising even himself. “You play the hero and inflate your ego, basking in the limelight and not caring about what you leave behind.”

“What do you mean?” Sonic grunted, flipping Shadow off him and getting up, dodging furious punches.

“You know exactly what I mean. You just don’t care.” Shadow sneered, letting his barriers break. Pent up frustration and disappointment morphed into anger, fueling the fire that now burned openly. His fist caught the hero’s jaw with a crack, causing him to stumble and giving Shadow the opening to kick him firmly in the gut. “People got hurt. Hospitalized. Things were burned, shattered, destroyed in that building, and you turn tail and run off without a second thought. The fastest thing alive can’t be bothered to clean up his own messes, apparently.”

“I… I didn’t know.” Sonic whispered, distraught. He dizzily sidestepped Shadow’s chaos spear. “I was focused on… the badniks—”

“Something you should’ve gotten rid of a long time ago.” Shadow retorted. “But you’re too busy going off on adventures.” Both hedgehogs were out of breath by now, clouds of mist puffing out with every breath. The reasons for both, however, were very different: Sonic had gotten it knocked out of him, figuratively and literally; Shadow had spent all his breath screaming. “I was in that building, Sonic. It nearly came down. But do you care?”

“I—”

“What would make you care? Does someone important to you have to die before you come down Earth? What if… what if it had been Tails, huh? Would you finally realize your stupidity then?” 

That was low. Shadow realized as soon as those words left his mouth— there was nothing that Sonic cared for more than his friends. Not even himself. But he faltered at that, and the black hedgehog took the chance to lunge, the thought disintegrating.

The both of them went tumbling, and Shadow ended up on top, pinning the other firmly to the ground. It was completely unnecessary, anyhow— the “hero” didn’t seem very keen on escaping.

“Next time,” Shadow continued after a moment, his voice low. He glared at Sonic with bloody ruby eyes, hoping that his message would finally get through that thick skull of his. “Remember what’s around you. And when someone gets hurt because of your idiotic actions, make sure it’s you.”

Then he warped away, unaware of the single tear that traced down Sonic’s face, that which was etched with a wounded expression of acknowledgement.

……

Miles away, in a luxurious apartment above the dazzling Club Rouge, Shadow reappeared in a flash of light. What would scare the wits out of most people had become customary in this unconventional household, and the bat barely glanced up from her spot on the couch. “Welcome back, hun. Are you feeling better?”

“No.” Shadow growled, the lingering anger from his fight beginning to wane, leaving just exhaustion. Rouge pursed her lips, looking the scruffed up ultimate lifeform over.

“You ran into Sonic.” She stated, not as a question but as a fact. It wasn’t too hard to guess— after all, there’s no one else that cracked the stoic Shadow— in more ways than one— as much as his archrival.

“He ran into me.” Shadow huffed in response. Rouge shook her head, chuckling to herself.

“I assume you two had another lover’s spat?”

Brilliant crimson glared daggers at Rouge, who was unfazed. “He is NOT my ‘lover!’ I can’t stand him.” 

“Sure thing, hun,” the bat laughed. “So explain why your muzzle suddenly matches your stripes.”

“I… Shut up!” Shadow yelled, his voice cracking. He was in no mood to deal with Rouge’s bullshittery. Storming up to his room and slamming the door, he collapsed beside the bed and buried his face into his arms, breathing heavily.

Why was everything going wrong today?

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. He might have even fallen asleep at some point— he didn’t know. But he remembers when Rouge knocked on the door and came in (without permission), and sat down beside him.

“Hey. I’m sorry,” she started softly. “Are you feeling alright?”

Shadow lifted his head and shook his hand at her. So-so.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

He didn’t answer, instead turning away. Rouge sighed. She was hoping he would open up; not that she expected much. She tried a different tactic. “Well, I heard the paper files from the ARK were destroyed today, but they probably had digital or backup ones. That’s what you were looking for, right?”

That caught Shadow’s attention. The hedgehog perked up immediately— because it was. Not that he’d tell anyone (but Rouge was smart enough to know), but he’d been digging through just about everything to find the records from the ARK, a piece of his past, and it just so happened that the building that held them got torn apart. He thought they were gone, but Rouge’s words sparked hope— and regret.

Shadow slumped once more, the harsh words he’d shouted with such misplaced fury earlier grating on his ears. “Rouge, I… I yelled at Sonic. For destroying those. It was an accident— not even his fault! He was trying to help. And I lashed out at him for it… I-I think… I went too far.”

Rouge patted his arm gently. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Shadow to act without thinking. “It’s alright. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Really?” 

“Of course. You know him. Now come on, let’s get started on those files. You can apologize the next time he comes around.”

Shadow nodded. “Okay…Thanks, Rouge.”

“No problem.”

……………………………………………………

“What happened?”

Shadow looked up from the computer quizzically, deep in everything they’d dug out of government files. Rouge stood in the doorway, phone in hand, barely concealed worry written on her face. “Two weeks ago. You… Tails, I’ll call you back.” The bat said, promptly hanging up. She took a breath before continuing. “You came home after fighting with Sonic. Shadow, what happened exactly? What did you say?” 

“Is that really important?” Shadow winced, mentally shoving the resurfacing memory down. “What’s going on?”

“He’s gone off the radar. It’s Christmas Eve, and no one has seen nor heard from him since you—”

Shadow didn’t hear the rest of her sentence. He’d already dashed out, heart pounding, rocket skates leaving a trail of slush in the freshly fallen snow.

……

Rouge frantically pinged Shadow’s communicator, but he didn’t bother to answer— instead turning the thing off— too wrapped up in his thoughts as he sped through crisp, pale scenery. It can’t be that hard to spot a speck of blue against it all, right?

Sonic was known to disappear for days at a time, doing who-knows-what. But two weeks was a record without any word, for as much as Shadow knew, plus the blue hedgehog always returned for special occasions. And what more occasional than a white Christmas? 

There was definitely something going on. Something bad.

Shadow had a sinking feeling that it was caused by himself.

Harsh words reverberated in his skull, his mind having handily retrieved them from the back of his Things To Forget pile. 

Where was that idiot?

……

He must’ve searched through half the country before catching a glimpse of the blue blur trudging through some inconspicuous woods, heading somewhere in deep. Shadow grumbled in annoyance as he changed direction and chased after Sonic. So he was okay, just ignoring all of his friends.

A closer look, however, told a slightly different story. The hero’s lithe frame was marred by neglected scrapes and bruises of unknown origin, and Shadow could see, both from the rise and fall of his chest and the puffs that left his lips, that his breathing was labored. Shadow’s brow furrowed with concern. What happened?

Before the black hedgehog had a chance to call out to him, Sonic slowed, his ears flicking, likely picking up on the sound of snow crunching under metal shoes. Then he turned around.

“Shadow.” 

Shadow decided that he’d prefer one of his nicknames right then. It was unnerving to hear his name, partnered with an uncharacteristically serious expression, come out of Sonic’s mouth. But of course he didn’t say that. “Where have you been?” He asked instead.

“Places. Does it concern you?”

Yeah, this— this whole thing— was unnerving. Shadow couldn’t put his finger on why.  “I… It’s Christmas Eve. You’ve been gone for two weeks. Your friends are looking for you.”

“Oh.” Sonic responded, much less of a reaction than Shadow had been expecting “Tell them I won’t be there. I’ve got things to do.” 

And he ran. The little bitch ran off before Shadow could get another word in, causing him to stiffen in frustration. What—

That’s when it struck him. Sonic was acting just like him. It seemed as if the events from two weeks prior were playing out with them on opposite sides.

In an ironic twist of fate, that left Shadow to play the role of annoying, stubborn pain-in-the-butt.

He groaned and chased after Sonic, hoping to catch up before he lost him.

……

Unfortunately, Sonic quickly outpaced Shadow, who did terribly in this kind of terrain. He ended up stumbling blindly through the woods trying to find his blue rival again. Luckily, the “things'' Sonic had to do weren’t exactly quiet. Horrendous screeching of metal and machinery, punctuated by the sound of an explosion, led Shadow to his destination: an abandoned Eggman base. Sonic had clearly wasted no time tearing through the thing, and Shadow followed the trail of destruction out the other side.

Well, maybe abandoned wasn’t the right word. A hoard of beeping badniks surrounded Sonic, their glowing eyes failing to elicit any fear as the hero stared them down with half-lidded eyes. In the absence of shadow-casting trees, the winter sun highlighted the dark bags upon Sonic’s pale muzzle, along with a fresh scratch that he took no notice of. He readied himself into a fighting stance, waiting. Then the first bot attacked— but not at him.

Shadow jumped, the bolt missing his face by only a millimeter— much too close for comfort. Oh, right. He was in enemy territory. He snapped out of his thoughts and shifted gears, spin-dashing the badnik and landing beside Sonic.

But as they fought, Shadow noticed two things: one, Sonic was slower, his attacks not as effective as they usually were. Although, that wasn’t unexpected— Sonic was observably injured, after all. What both worried and frustrated Shadow was number two: most of the time, the two hedgehogs fought side by side in perfect sync. It was like magic, the way they clicked. But this time…

“Stop trying to protect me,” Shadow growls, ducking as Sonic flipped over his head and stomped on a badnik beside him. “I can handle myself.”

“Sure. Like that bot didn’t almost blow your head off earlier.”

Well, at least he got his sass back, Shadow thought, rolling his eyes. “That was one time. Focus on yourself. You’re hurt.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?!” Sonic snapped, his voice breaking. “Gods, do you hear yourself?”

Shadow stopped dead, the weight of the remark hitting him like a train. Oh. Oh, Chaos. That’s… He didn’t mean… Had Sonic…? 

Any words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. Amidst the flurry of frantic thoughts came one which was clear as crystal: You caused this. Whatever Sonic’s been doing to himself is because of you.

“Oh Sonic, you’re a terrible hero.” Sonic drawled in a horrible imitation of Shadow’s voice. “Go fuck yourself over more than you already are.” He delivered a swift kick to a motobug and sent it crashing through the last of the badniks. Emerald eyes brimmed with tears, and one escaped, tracing a path down his cheek.

He’s crying. Chaos, he’s crying. Shadow had never seen Sonic cry before. He wanted it to stop.

But Sonic didn’t stop. “Oh, w-wait, you did what I said. Actually, do this instead,” he shakily continued.

“What do you want from me?! What… What more? I… everyone else is clear. I’ve got to be a hero. The hero. The supposed better person. The light in the dark. The beacon of hope. I… I’ve got to be everything. I can’t— I can’t cry. I want to cry. I shouldn’t be crying. Why am I crying?” He rubbed at his eyes furiously, but the tears just came faster, along with his breaths. Eventually he gave up and looked up at Shadow numbly, face flushed and damp. “What… What am I doing wrong?”

Shadow, who had been standing there like an idiot, speechless, finally found his voice. “Sonic…” he whispered, taking a step forward.

That’s as far as he got.

Because then everything collapsed, all too fast; but at the same time, all too slow.

…A badnik. They’d missed one. Or maybe just didn’t smash it hard enough.

With the last of its artificial life, it fired at Shadow, who, mind reeling from Sonic’s mental breakdown, froze on the spot. His mind screamed at his body to move, but he simply could not react fast enough.

The shot didn’t make it to its target, though.

Because Sonic was there instead.

The bolt punched through the hedgehog, somewhere among his ribcage, then out the other side, bringing a burst of bright red, stark against royal blue.

Sonic collapsed to his hands and knees, taking in a single, sharp breath.

Shadow doesn’t remember screaming. 

But he knows he heard it— shocked, terrified, piercing— as he dropped to the ground beside his counterpart. 

No, no, no.

Warm blood ate at crystal white snow, melting it into a sickening slush.

Sonic toppled into Shadow, coughing, droplets of red dripping down his chin.

He weakly grabbed at his chest as Shadow frantically turned him over, exposing the worst of it.

It was a gruesome sight, one indescribable, one his memory blurred out.

…Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew then that Sonic wouldn’t make it.

In a twisted way, it both calmed him and panicked him.

He peeled off now blood-soaked gloves, fumbling with his communicator before pressing SOS. 

Then he applied pressure to the wound, wincing at Sonic’s pained whimpers.

“Shad… Shadow. Shads.”

Shadow hesitantly looked over. 

Sonic’s usually lively emerald eyes were devoid of the spark that Shadow so liked to see. They’d taken on a dull, glassy look, struggling to focus on Shadow’s face.

“Y-you’re… you’re crying,” he mumbled.

Shadow blinked, processing the remark. “That’s… that’s not important!”

Sonic didn’t seem to hear him. “Hmm… you m’kay?”

The sudden question so clearly contrasted the situation at hand that Shadow could help but choke out a bitter laugh. “What? Y-yes. No. I don’t know any more. Why…That sounds like a question I should be asking you?”

“Mmm… ‘m fine. Always fine.” Sonic replied absently, his head lulling to the side. “Sleepy…”

“No!” Shadow yipped, eliciting a disappointed whine from the injured hero. “No. No, no. Stay awake, Sonic. Th-they’ll be here soon. You’ll… you’ll be okay. Okay.  Please.”

Sonic shook his head lethargically. “Shadow. I… Don’t cry… hate crying.”

“Sonic. T-that’s not important,” Shadow chokes. He opted to let up on the pressure, which was not doing anything to reduce the bloody puddle that formed beneath the two. Instead, he gently gathered the other in his arms, cradling him against his chest like it would fix everything. “I… earlier you asked what I wanted from you. I need you to stay alive. Please, Sonic, please.”

Sonic blinked, slow, deathly. “Sorry. Can’t… can’t do that,” he whispers, pressing against the patch of fluff, and Shadow sobs in protest.

“No no n-no, Sonic, please. Sonic!” 

“Shhh…” Bare paw pads pick up on the sensation of touch, and Shadow realizes that Sonic was grasping his hand. “Shhh… ‘s gonna be okay, Shads. Mhm? ‘Innit funny… this is how— I die… after everything…”

“Y-you’re not going to die, Sonic. You’re not! Sonic, Sonic, Sonic…” Shadow shook him in a desperate attempt to keep him awake. He absently wondered if Sonic could hear his erratic heartbeat as he rambled, straining to pick up on sounds of rescue. 

“Sonic, Sonic, please. They’re coming. Just… just hold on. They’ll help you and you’ll be okay and everything’ll be fine. Sonic. Sonic, I-I’ll take you on a vacation, okay? Anywhere you’d like. As a Christmas present! You deserve it. Okay? Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die… Sonic?”

No response.

Shadow looked down in panic to find that Sonic’s eyes had drifted closed, a single teardrop belonging to himself trailing down a blue eyelid. “Sonic! Wake up wake up wake up—”

“Mmph… squishing me…” he weakly mumbled. Shadow had never felt more relief in his life as when Sonic shifted in his arms. 

But that relief was short-lived.

“Shads… don’t blame yourself, m’kay? ‘S not… ‘s not your fault… not— your fault…” Sonic whispers, his words slurring together. He gave Shadow’s hand a light squeeze. Then his head drooped and he exhaled, shallow, content. 

He did not take another breath.

Shadow let out an unholy screech. “S-Sonic! Nononononono Sonic, Sonic y-you’re supposed to be home for Christmas, Sonic, what about your friends?! I… don’t do this to me— please! I’m sorry! Wake up. Please. I need you! I can’t do this again, Sonic. Sonic! I… I love you, Sonic. I love you.” And he did. Shadow confessed, to himself as much as to his lover, something he’d always denied, something which was always true, in a frenzied attempt at the impossible.

It was too late.

Much too late.

On a day that was meant to be joyful, filled with holiday cheer,

A life was lost, and another, shattered beyond repair.

[jujutsukatsuki]

Megumi makes my heart uwu

Okay so we all know that megumi probably wasn’t hugged as a child, like,, that’s just a given, I feel like his step sister tried and he would just nope out of that situation.

So when megumi meets you, his S/O, he’s probably very very very nervous about any kind of intimacy. No matter what it is.

Here’s how it went down.

Megumi and you had been dating for six months. Megumi was over at your apartment whenever he physically could because he just needed to rant about how stupid Gojo and yuji are and how annoying nobara and everyone else can be.

He sighed and sat on the couch as he ran a hand through that sea urchin style hair he has. “I’m just frustrated, I feel like I’m not improving as much as they all are.” Megumi looked to where you stood as you were chopping some vegetables for the dinner you two would share.

“Gumi, I’m sure you’re doing great but you hold yourself back a lot, now I don’t understand the pressure you’re going through but I’m sure if you just talked to Gojo or even your friends about how you felt, you guys could work on a solution together, okay?”

You walked over with two glasses of water and sat next to him, your thighs barely grazing. The small act of touching made megumi’s heart jump into his throat. He coughed nervously before nodded “I’ll.. I’ll try that.” He cleared his throat.

“Come here.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, almost like you were making sure to not scare him off. You crawled into his lap and cupped his cheeks.

“No matter what happens, no matter you feel, I will always be proud of you and love you. You’re such a good person Megumi. Nothing could ever make me feel differently about you. I cherish everyday I’m with you.”

Megumi felt his cheeks heat up at your touch and how close you were. He nodded as he looked up in awe.

“Now, let’s watch some tv, chill out, and just hang out together, okay?” Your voice was soft as you spoke to him. The corner of his mouth twitched into a gentle smile as he nodded, his heart was pounding in his chest as the two of you moved to lay on the couch. Your back pressed to his chest as you watched some random show on the tv.

Megumi let out a sigh of relief, it felt like all the stress he has suddenly came undone as he wrapped his arms around you. He calmly breathed in your scent as he started to relax into the plush couch.

Even after you dozed off, megumi was wide awake, admiring how beautiful you are. He thought about your words earlier.

“I love and cherish you too.” He whispered calmly as he pressed a kiss to your temple before he let himself doze off.

[local-pr1nter]

Mondo Oowada Dynamics Pt. 1

NOT MY GIF THE SOURCE IS AT THE BOTTOM RIGHT

(*Quick note! I address Chihiro with he/him pronouns!)

To start off, let's start with his own class, class 78.

At first everyone thought of him as this intimidating delinquent, not knowing what else to think of him and typically steering clear of him. Aoi, Byakuya, and Kiyotaka had the most negative opinions on him at first.

Leon, Sayaka, and Makoto were the first ones to actually see past the delinquent exterior and befriend the biker.

Hifumi, Celestia, Kyoko, Mukuro, and Sakura remain indifferent to the biker.

Junko finds it hilarious to rile him up - often getting him in trouble with Kiyotaka or their teacher. Mostly Kiyotaka. Mondo isn't particularly fond of the fashionista.

Eventually Kiyotaka and Mondo challenge each other to an endurance contest - and they quickly become friends the next day. It's jarring for everyone, but it actually makes everyone else relax - just a tiny bit.

Chihiro, Aoi, Sakura, and Yasuhiro start to open up, extending their own companionship towards the biker as well.

Byakuya, Hifumi, Celestia, Junko, and Mukuro continue to ignore the biker. They don't exactly become friends - only tolerating each other through extended friends.

Mondo clings on to a few students - Kiyotaka, Chihiro, Leon, Makoto, Sayaka, and Yasuhiro, seeing all of them as good friends.

And oh boy do they get into trouble.

Mondo and Leon always get into trouble - nothing serious, just ditching class or playing nonsensical jokes on each other. They're mostly seen as the delinquents of the class, when they're actually just two dorks sharing one singular braincell.

MONDO AND CHIHIRO ARE GYM BROS YEEEEEEAH

Mondo is Chihiros biggest hype man.

Chihiro looks up to Mondo, always boosting his confidence and erasing his doubts about his masculinity (not completely but it definitely helps ease it a bit)

They're homies.

Makoto tends to be more of a chill friend when compared to Leon.

Makoto reminds Mondo of Takemichi - acting as a calm voice of reason to contrast his brash, impulsive actions.

But still a chill dude, yk?

They don't hang out all that often, but when they do it's a pretty chill hangout, mostly talking about their life over lunch or smth.

Sayaka took one look at Mondo and said "Yeah that's a friend shape right there"

But in actuality they bonded over his makeup Sayaka is OBSESSED.

All it took was one session of doing each other's makeup before they were glued at the hip. Sayaka loves to do his nails or eyeshadow, and they often binge shows together or gossip about other students

The best way I can describe it is a male/female pairing that people think they're dating, when in reality they're just besties. Or mlm and wlw solidarity whichever tickles your fancy.

Yasuhiro was that one dude that Mondo wasn't all that sure about at first - thought he was some weirdo that was constantly on w33d.

And then he figured out he was just like that. That was just his default state.

It got much easier to get along after that revelation.

They're pretty chill when they hang out too. Not chill/relaxed like Makoto, but a chaotic type of chill - which makes zero sense but I'll try to elaborate.

Yasuhiro spouts random bullshit - Mondo eventually latches onto one topic - they converse over said bullshit topic, usually resulting in heated debates or staying up past midnight.

It's really rare, as they mostly hang out through mutual friends, but one on one hangouts? It's either that one video of a drunk guy swinging around a belt, then getting restrained by another guy with said belt - or the two guys arguing over the Wicked Witch of the East.

If I could find the video I would share it but noooooo I suck at searching

And then there's Kiyotaka.

KYOUDAI

As many others, I adore their dynamic. Platonic or romantic, they're great.

For this I'll just focus on platonic stuff.

Literally glued at the hip. By default they hang around each other, doing everything together unless something comes up.

On Mondo's end, he helps Kiyotaka relax and learn to have fun while they're still in high school. This ranges from late night drives, video games, and hang outs with their classmates. Mondo adores his kyoudai!! Normalize male friendships!! I love their ship but I love their friendship/brotherhood just as much AHHHHH

Oh and Mondo likes to cuddle all of his close friends.

You gotta pry him off with a crowbar.

Man got big to hug his friends and dogs simultaneously.

OH AND THERE'S THE TWO GIRLS THAT TERRIFY HIM.

Kyoko's mere aura scares the shit out of him. She is intimidating, but he'll never admit it due to pride.

The same goes with Toko, but it's more understandable as everyone is scared of Toko and Syo. He can tolerate Toko, but Syo? No way in hell.

He can tolerate Kyoko though.

I think they would get along pretty well in both a romantic or platonic aspect.

But platonically? They're a crime solving duo. Mondo's the brawn, she's the brain.

Man I really need to separate this into another part just to expand on the more negative dynamics huh-

Also can y'all tell Mondo is one of my favorites he's great-

[cheezbites]

In Love (Prompts)

༄₊🍓♡⋆🍰✿💌°🧸➳

• Things remind you of them. (A song, accessory, etc)

• Subtly fixing their appearance (E.g: Moving stray hair strands out of face, clearing throat, perfume…)

• First thing they think about when they wake up, last thing they think about before sleeping.

• Wanting to ask them out, cancels very last minute everytime.

• Fidgety around them

• Can’t make eye contact/heavy eye contact (Depends on your character)

• ‘Stealing’ the crush’s personality (E.g: Saying things that only they say)

• Getting them gifts.

• If they subtly touch when crush passes them something, they get so nervous.

• Random things remind you of them.

• Sharing AirPods

• Grasping onto any opportunity to talk to them, even for a few seconds.

• Doing small gestures that actually have a lot of meaning behind them

• Flustered at the mentioning of their name

• Putting effort into your appearance, which you don’t typically do

• Daydreaming

• Feeling jealous when you see them with another girl/boy, even if it’s just platonic.

• Nervous from hearing their voice

• Absentmindedly watching them across the room

Dialogue

Character A: “Character C is coming over.”

Character B: “What, where? Are they here right now?” (gets mirror, checks that there’s nothing on face) “How do I look?”

Character A: “You like Character C, don’t you?”

Character B: “What are you talking about. No, no I do not.”

Character A: “Ok.”

Character B: “…Has anyone else been saying that about me? If so, who? And why? Where?”

Character A: “Bruh… chill.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you.“

“She’s perfect. In every way- she’s just perfect.”

Masterlist

[anonauthorsworkshop]

A loooongen time ago I wrote this... Crack? I dunno what I was on while writing this but I made the decision to share it with yall now.. *puts on theater glasses* you can call me the.. 🪐 anon. in style. have a good evening !!

┆

You're sitting in one of the chairs, chilling.

Currently, you and 049, and 035 are hanging out. 

It's a bit complicated here, you think. Chaotic energy radiatess off your trio, and all the scientists steer away from your room. Though, it's not like you're doing drugs. Maybe it's because you look like you're on drugs – but that's not the point. 

Surprisingly, you three sit at the table and are talking about random things. And everything is going better than you thought. The conversations go a lot smoother than you could ever imagine it to go two hours ago when you were notified of your little 'playdate'. They rarely let you out of that damn cell. Probably because of your goddamn mouth. Now that you think about it, they could even strap something on your mouth to make sure you wouldn't say a word, and you'd even be content with that if it meant you could roam around.

Seriously though. You mean no one harm.. you think. It's only sometimes– wait, is 035 whispering to 049 right now? Your eyebrow is immediately raised, your eyes narrowed. How very suspicious. What tea are they hiding from you, anyway? You thought this was a open minded table.

“What are you whispering to each other about so suspiciously?” you interrogate not so pushily. 035 straightens up and snickers to himself. “Oh, nothing at all! Don't worry your pretty little head about it.” 

Your gaze doesn't waver, though you notice something off about 049. He seems lost in thought, and before you can ask what's up, 035 interrupts your train of thought. “Hey, [Name]?” your eyes drift towards his. “Yes?” he puts a hand on his chin. “You humans are pretty ticklish… right?” “.. Where is this coming from?” and then you see it. You see your doom right before your eyes as it hits you. You had been fooled.

049 is on his feet, making way to you. 

“NO!” you get out of your chair immediately, posing behind. “Reconsider!”

(Un) surprisingly it doesn't faze him. Rather, he's well on his way to you, hand outstretched. You run amok in the room, with 049 hot on your tail. 035 is laughing his ass off in the background, cackling. “035!” you shout exasperatedly. “you told him it, didn't you,” you look at him in utter betrayal as he wipes his black goo from his eye with a finger. You narrowly dodge 049's hand, and he pauses. Like you threw a bucket of water at him. “[Name],” he murmurs. “I would like to test something. I promise I won't hurt you–” “Bro, stop.” another pause. “But i–” 

Much to your utter dismay and horror, 049 is persistent, and it actually doesn't take long for him to catch you. You had climbed on top of the table in desperation, but alas, you slipped and fell on your ass before falling off the table again. But 049 had caught you, luckily or unluckily for you. And WOOOAAW. The position is just perfect for him to attack your sides! “NOOO- ”

And that is how you were fallen, my brother. You laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. How did it come to this?

“I didn't know humans could be so dramatic,” 035 commented, followed by a banshee laugh. “someone's coming to my level, it seems. It's rather unexpected, i admit. But a welcome change!~ only because it's you though,” you looked at him in the corners of your eyes. And then a idea hit you. Not literally, but – it was an idea. You slowly sat up, and 049 watched in mild concern. He had satisfied his curiosity, but at what cost?

“Hey, 035…” you started. He perked up at your voice and hummed, urging you to continue. You stood up and faced him with a blank face. “you can feel whatever your host feels, right?” at that, his eyes widened. He lost his composure for a moment before chuckling. It sounded nervous to you. “Ahaha! what ever do you mean? This body is-” and you were already on him. He jumped out of his chair, it scraping loudly against the floor and falling down, but none paid it mind. “Hey hey wait!” he glanced behind and stumbled at the sight of a creepy, small smile on your blank face.

“It's okay, just one tickle tickle…” you said quietly, creeping closer as he sweat dropped. It wasn't sweat, but his black goo goo shit. It went in waterfalls as he panicked, slipping in his own goo. He looked up in alarm. “just a tickle…” you mumbled, and that was it. He melted on the spot. 

You blinked, staring at him. Even 049 was stunned into silence before turning away, hand on his beak and shoulders shaking. 035 was incredibly embarrassed and wanted to disappear into a black hole at the moment. He couldn't believe that just happened. That was so pathetic of him!! 

You burst out laughing at the sight, slapping your knee. He really didn't want you to tickle him huh. 035 further hid in his goo, furious and appalled at his actions.

"He melted on the spot" I'M CRYING

[putschki1969]

Parade - FictionJunction Album Random Thoughts

Just got to listen to the full album so I thought I would share my initial reaction to the songs. I am not too invested in most of the collabs but I still wanted to check out all of them at least once.

FictionJunction - ALBUM「PARADE」 - 【Release date】 2023/04/19 Check out the official website for the album which contains some self liner notes by YK.

First Press Limited Edition (CD＋Blu-ray) ￥ 6,600 VVCL 2147~2148

Regular Edition (CD) ￥ 3,300 VVCL 2149

Order link:https://fictionjunction.lnk.to/0419AL_parade Stream link:https://fictionjunction.lnk.to/PARADE

【Tracklist】 01. Prologue: Smitten. Very beautiful. It’s nice how some of the main melodies of the album come together here to create the most perfect prologue. 02. ことのほかやわらかい (Koto no Hoka Yawarakai): I certainly expected something else based on the title. The beginning got me super excited because I typically love this type of song from YK but then the whole thing just lost its structure for me. Can’t really get into it 03. 夜光塗料 feat. ASCA (Yakō toryō): Nothing to write home about 04. Beginning: I really loved the live version so I had high hopes for this. How does Keiko manage to sound even more cutesy here? It fits the song though so I am fine with it. Yuriko’s lalala part is somehow not as chill-inducing as it was for the live performance but when everyone joins in, the harmonies are gorgeous, it sounds really well put together and beautiful. 05. もう君のことを見たくない feat. rito (Mō Kimi no Koto wo Mitakunai): Still very fond of this. While I am not 100% sold on rito’s vocals, I do really appreciate the sorrow she is able to convey with her singing. 06. 櫂 feat. Aimer (Kai): Wow, this is literally an exact replica of “Mizu no Akashi”. Or I guess it would be more accurate to say that “Mizu no Akashi” was ripped off from "Kai” because apparently that song was written almost 30 years ago. It’s a nice ballad obviously but Wakana’s version of “Mizu no Akashi” is so much more beautiful in my opinion. 07. 蒼穹のファンファーレ feat. 藍井エイル&ASCA&ReoNa (Sōkyū no fanfāre): Decent song but none of the included vocalists do anything for me. 08. 八月のオルガン feat. LINO LEIA (Hachigatsu no Organ): My opinion didn’t really change on this. Quite a solid song. Absolutely adore the chorus. The dynamics in this are very old-school. I know that Keiko mentioned in one of her FC magazines that the structure and harmony distribution reminded her a lot of Kalafina and yeah, that’s something I definitely agree with. Although I still don’t think LINO LEIA sounds like Wakana (which many fans seem to believe). 09. それは小さな光のような feat. KEIKO (Sore ha Chīsana Hikari no you na): I know I wasn’t impressed with the live version so I was hoping for a different reaction when listening to the studio track. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. I am so sorry Keiko!!! I realise that this is some great work from Keiko but the melody of the song just falls flat for me. 10. from the edge feat. LiSA: Nope, not my cup of tea. Next 11. moonlight melody: Always a tremendous joy to listen to this but I feel like the live versions are so much more precious. 12. 世界の果て feat. 結城アイラ (Sekai no hate): Meh. Normally I’d be all over the gorgeous piano and strings but the song as a whole is just not particularly memorable. And I will never like Asuka’s voice. 13. Parade: As I’ve mentioned before, I am not the biggest fan of Joelle as main vocalist but that hasn’t stopped me from falling in love with the song. It’s just so lovely. Some people have compared it to “Homura” and yeah, I guess both songs feel similar to me, especially in terms of really enjoying the song itself despite not liking the vocalist. I have no idea if I am still too biased towards Wakana but I don’t even think that’s the issue here since I have no reference of Wakana previously singing. But I guess subconsciously I still kinda miss her in songs like this.

M 01,02,04,11,13 feat. KAORI/KEIKO/YURIKO KAIDA/Joelle

So yeah, “Parade” might actually be my favourite song on the album, what a surprise XD And “Prologue” is just such a great intro. Maybe I will appreciate “ことのほかやわらかい” more once I get to hear it live. It certainly has potential to become something I like. I do think that the collabs with rito and LINO LEIA are much better than any other tracks on this album which feature guest artists. Maybe it’s because YK put more effort into writing the songs specifically for them after the audition? I hope “それは小さな光のような“ will eventually grow on me because I really wanna like this song for Keiko’s sake...We’ll see.

FJ Radio Special Broadcasts to Celebrate the Release of 「PARADE」

【Broadcast Schedule】

For those who are interested, I added a download link for the newest episode. YK talks about the first half of the tracklist of the new album and then spends the rest of the episode making one announcement after the other regarding all of her upcoming events. 4/18  21:00 ～ 4/24 23:59 「FictionJunction Radio vol.#16」

[matt-imagines-popcorn]

Hey it’s me the person who asked for the Seth ask. When I asked it I didn’t see that you had requests closed at the time, sorry for that. But now that they are, if your not being overwhelmed with asks, and if you want to, I would like to see a continuation of it. I really liked the first one and I want to see more.

Hell yeah of course!!!

Seth Learns How to Chill Out PT 2

 “You promised me a year! That was our deal!” You yelled, your raise ringing out through the room.  “Of course, but seeing your lack of improvement I figured a time crunch would inspire some,” Their voice was steady, if not, then with a slight annoyance on their tongue. 

Against your judgment, Seth listened. 

They knew your origination wouldn’t keep true to their word, you were just ludicrous enough to catch on to that yet. Seth was a war criminal even before their corruption, it was a miracle you or anyone else didn’t immediately kill them on the spot.  Not that anyone else could, not everyday someone could bring Seth down to their knees.  Yet here you are, choosing mercy over them.

Damn fool, should’ve killed me when you had the chance.

Even now, with their combat files behind a firewall, they could still take on most of your organization's best assassins. 

Then why stay?

Why I could leave, I would prefer my files back. 

But that’s not it either. 

Seth ignored the previous thought,  blaming it on their corruption and shifting focus back on you. 

“Well, you can either take the time given or bring it in and prove to me that it's stable.” A deafening pause from you, one that Seth expected to happen yet it still stung all the game. You stuttered the next few words out, “I can’t,”.

“Very well then, six weeks it is.”

.----.

“What is it for?” Seth asked, still playing with the device in his hands. It was nothing special, a square-shaped item, with buttons that make clicking songs and spurs that spun.  “It’s called a stim toy,” Your voice was quiet, most likely thinking about the conversion from earlier still. 

“People use them to help with focus.” Seth felt … conflicted with the tone of your voice.

The defeat in tone rang heavily yet nicely in their ears. However, the feeling whiplashes them fast, and shame tightens in their chest.  They are unaware of this feeling, but it is quite unpleasant.

You're feeling guilty, dumbfuck. 

Ignoring the thought, they spoke.

“You’re at your wick's end,” Seth placed the ‘toy’ down, making eye contact towards you.  “Thinking I’ll enjoy playing with these … play things.”

You frown at this statement, more out of disappointment than actual sadness. 

“Do you even want to live?”  You asked, Seth stared at you, a bit surprised at your question. 

Well, that was new. 

You took his silence as stalling.  “Obviously, you don’t care about improving, despite the progress you’re making.” Seth couldn’t help but laugh at that statement.

“Progress?”  His tone was already intense, “What’s the matter of it? Even if I do return to a stable state, which I assure you I won’t - I  won’t ever return to my original strength, my status, when-”

“When you were a war criminal.” You interrupted, a huff escaping out of you shortly after.

The more disappointed they sound the more guilt that plagues the robot.

Oh shut up.

With a hefty sigh, you got up.

“We’re done for the day,”

.----.

Six weeks have too quickly turned into one.  Seth watched as you tried everything in the book.

Meditation walks - hell, they even tried yoga. 

Still, they had their random bits of outbursts, Seth’s mind being far too gone to remember anything outside of him.  Seth knew of their fate, even if they were stable, they’ll be shot dead thanks to their involvement with SIN.

At least you tried.

Seth grumbled, cleaning up the small room you two shared.

It was the least they could do.

A low hum is what broke them from their thoughts.  Seth turned, ready to attack the intruder - but instead was faced with you. You were horribly quiet, an ominous sight as you were seemingly naturally loud and cheerful. 

They forget you're an assassin for a reason.

You placed a disc down on a nearby table. Seth stared at it, confusion on their face.  “It should make the firewall go away,” You explained “I’m quitting this life,”

Seth didn’t hesitate to place it in their core, feeling whole again. Well, almost whole at least. 

“If you want to keep yours, I advise you to do the same.”  For some reason, your statement made them worry, not that they’ll admit it out loud of course. But still, they felt the need to ask.

“Will you be fine?” You laughed at their question. “Oh does the mighty Seth worry for me?” There it is, your dumb mockery he grew familiar with.

You enjoy it, you fat liar.

“I fought you and won didn’t I?” Seth internally groans at the memory, still embarrassed to let a puny human overtake them. 

Then out of nowhere.

“Will we see each other again?” The words escaped their mouth before they could even process them.

“Hey it’s a bit hard to miss a giant robot with floating hair,” You joked, a soft smile on your face. 

“Will we see each other again,” 

.----.

You walked around the market, looking at the various fruits they had.

It’s been two months since you last saw your friend.

Or had a good bed to sleep in really.

You have no idea where they could be if they were even alive. You tried not to think of the possibility. While yes, they were harsh at times, their good moments really shined through. 

Someone came up next to you, and you paid them no mind, believing them to be a fellow customer. Then they placed their hand on your lower back, making you tense.  However when they said your name, their voice sounded familiar. 

You turned to be faced with a tall being, concealed with a brown hood. It looked like an average human, with tan skin and long black hair, but at a closer look, you noticed their familiar yellow eyes you have grown to miss. 

“Seth.”

Currently suffering through finals - pray for me

[cattatonically]

Ooh I got one! trick or treat for Nagisa and Daishou!

Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

Trick

Clandestine meetings were pretty normal, all things considered. Suguru was accustomed to receiving random texts at random times from Nagisa. He was used to the sneaking around. In fact, he rather reveled in - in keeping this little thing all to himself. In having something he didn’t need to share, to talk about, to over-analyze with his obnoxious best friend. In most cases, Suguru felt a thrill run through his bones when he received a text from his gorgeous lover. 

But this time felt different. This time, Nagisa hadn’t added any of his usual emojis, or flirtation. No. All Suguru had received as a time, and a location. As casually as he could, Suguru extracted himself from his work meeting - not that he needed to be there - and began making his way to the address Nagisa had texted him. 

When he got there, he realized that Nagisa had sent him a little off from the main roads. Nothing too far out of his way, but he definitely felt himself tensing the further he walked along the side-street.

It was barely dusk, but none of the shops were open, which was an abrupt change to the bustling main road. Everything was dark, and shuttered. Suguru could barely see a few feet in front of him. There were no lights; no signs. None of the buildings appeared to have any lights on inside, and there was no street lighting to be seen. 

Partway down the street, Suguru paused. It wasn’t until he reached into his pocket for his phone tha the realized how chilled his hands were. He shook the thought from his mind, pulled up Nagisa’s contact card, and hit the call button. 

“Hey baby,” Nagisa purred once he picked up the call.

“Hey sweetheart. Are you sure you sent me the right address?” Nagisa giggled over the line. 

“Of course I did. I would never steer you wrong. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah of course I do. It’s just. This street seems a little run down, and it’s starting to get dark. And cold. Are you nearby?”

“Just keep walking, baby. I’m right where you need me to be.” Nagisa hung up the phone, leaving Suguru feeling even more unsure than before. However, Nagisa had made a really good point. He’d never steered Suguru wrong before. 

Pocketing his phone, Suguru hunched deeper into his jacket, trying to fight off the chill. When had it gotten so cold? It was too early for this kind of bite in the air, and there was no wind that Suguru could feel. 

The chill kept getting worse, sinking into Sugutu’s bones. Just as he contemplated turning back, and asking Nagisa to rain check their rendevous, Suguru spotted his lithe figure come out of a doorway. His gorgeous, jewel-toned eyes were shining brighter than Suguru had ever seen them before. 

“Hello, sweetheart,” Suguru said, relief filling his core. Nagisa smiled brilliantly, if a little to manically. 

“I told you I would be exactly where you needed me.” Nagisa’s voice covered Suguru in pure ice. 

Absently, in the midst of everything, Suguru wondered if anyone would miss him. 

[frxgments-of-frxgments]

Killed them?! No… But… You don’t know him. You don’t know his past. Still… Would Mark really do that to—

And then she jerks back as the…being slams the mirror. She sees their eyes and feels a chill go down her spine.

They look tired…and angry.

Random goes to speak when, suddenly, everything around her literally starts to fall apart. Her eyes go wide and she starts backing away, keeping her eyes on the mirror. It had been a long time since she felt afraid, but she couldn’t decide in this moment if it was from this being or the information they were sharing.

Bed. Go to bed now. You can process this later.

*nods* O-Okay, I’ll… I’ll see what I can do when I’m more awake. Thanks for the info - maybe we can talk again soon. I really gotta go to bed now.

Don’t run - it’s rude and probably would upset them more.

With one last look at the being in the mirror, she briskly walks away to her room.

I̶̡̛̟̘̹͉̱̲͍̱̓̾͊̽͆̽̄̑̔͗̀̈́͑’̶̗̱̫̲̠̫̆͛̑̌M̸̨̧̡̖̘̤̠̲̖̓͆͑̈́̔͂̾͂̂͊͘͝͝ ̵̧̢̝͎͍͖͖̬͛͝T̴͍̬͈͓̗̜͙̻̖̫͎̪̰͌̀̓͆̍̓̾H̴̤̖͚̦̹̯͓̏̑̈́̌̽̉͑͐͘͝͠E̵̬̘͖͚͈̼̐̓͐͋̑ ̴̣̟̼̭̥̬̝̊̅̋͒̌̑̂ͅͅǪ̴͇̼͔̪͉͕̪̽Ṇ̷̗́̋̇̓̈̀͝L̸̢̛͔̱͇͕̳͐́̈́͗̈́̏͑͒̀̉͐̈͋̂Y̶̛͉̦̙̬̹̰̘̰͚̩̊̀͋́̔͌͐̋̃͘͠ ̵̧͖̹͚͙̳̞̬̱̥̜̼̤͊͒̓͒̈́̑̉̏̅̒͜͝͝ͅÕ̸̢̦̪̖̣̬̠͓͙͈Ñ̷̩̟̥̪̰̻͉̺̙̟̭͔͌͆͂͊̔̂͆̅̽̇͛̽̎̚E̴̡̜͓̯̦̝͎̠͔͔̯͕̲̞̱̐͌̐̀̈́̍͌̚ ̴̨̝̞̭̤̠͎͇̏́͊̂W̶̺͕̮̎̆̋̏H̴̢̫͖͇̫̘̝̏̋̽̌̇̈́̏͋̈́̕Ǫ̵̢̧͓̗̭̞̱͉̱̦͕̀̋̂̿̒̓͊̇͐͌͌͐̅͂͘ ̴̰̣̈́̈́̅̓͌͒̓͂̕̕̕K̶̢̨͙͓̲͓̮̲̳̙̅̈́N̷̨̩̭̤̯̟̤̩̾̐͗̀̓̄͝Ȍ̶̢̧͇̮̮̤̙͖̈̋̌̈̈́̐̓̏̒̏͛̿̃͝ͅW̸̨̧̡͈̭̥̰̣̘̯͕̭̓̓͐S̴̱̭̟͇̲͒͑́̓̿̚ ̷̢͉͇́͑̀̋H̷̡̱͈̜̳̞̦̑͛̃̈́̒̅̓͛͘̚͠Î̶̧̨̞̱͔̪̲͈̬̲͖̺̮̬̒̉̈́͐͋̓̄ͅṀ̶̧͍̱̱̋̎̄̌̊͘

A chorus of voices scream in unison, throats raw and bleeding with the rage and grief and agony of a hundred years spent in this tailor made prison. The hallway is riddles with cracks now, the entire wall crumbling away to nothing but eyes, hundreds, thousands, millions of them, all staring. They see through Random, past the skin, past the bones, right down to the very words that define her, as obvious as if they were typed on a screen.

The shards of glass on the ground are flickering, reflections that aren’t really reflections shown in them. Mark, looking younger, a drink in his hand, shirt unbuttoned and hair in his eyes, obviously drunk, laughing, eyes creased shut with joy. Him on a stage, dressed in budget costuming and average make up, but shining all the same under the spotlight. In a graduation gown, smiling warmly at someone just out of frame. Standing at the altar and lifting the veil from a woman turned away from the viewer, eyes shining with joyous tears.

His body, crumpled and broken, collapsed on the floor, spilling blood that laps at your feet. His glassy eyes look up at you and his rigor mortis lips curl in a cruel smile. There’s gunfire all around you, a man screaming in terror, two more men arguing, another reassuring you that everything is going to be okay, that this’ll work, someone babbling and laughing and crying, and Mark just lies there and laughs, and laughs, and laughs—

It takes every shred of self control the DA still has to crawl out of their rage, smothering it as wallpaper slowly peels back down over the eyes, the cracks receeding back, the manor repairing itself until it’s as though nothing had ever happened at all, and Random is left looking at the very same hallway they were five minutes ago. The DA has to remind themselves to be patient. They can’t scare her off.

It’s been so long since they really tried to speak to anyone like this.

Thank you.

And with that, the hand disappears, and the manor is quiet once again. If Random feels eyes watching them back to their room, it’s entirely of their own imagination. The DA is exhausted and barely more than a quiet thought among the darkness now.

[friedesgreatscythe]

im too lazy to tag things anymore

i still have all those fancy tags saved, it’s just a matter of logging in to my xkit account BUT i forgot the password AND xkit rewritten is so much faster so whoopsie

that would bother past me so, so much. not just because i like those tags (and i do), but because the lack of organization would make me panic. now i’m just not bothered. this blog’s a place to shove things that i think are nice as i find them. lately there are not many things that are findable on here; twitter’s more the place where i see such things. but that’s ok. i’m glad i don’t lurk on here as often as i used to. this place is really unhealthy if you’re in any way active in communities. i’d rather run this blog and my akeshu sideblog on the outer limits of it all and just chill elsewhere.

still super deep into final fantasy xiv, as expected. i made a me!wol on diabolos. my original wol on jenova is taking a hiatus. endwalker really took all the heart and soul out of her. and my akechi!wol on zalera is chillin in sharlayan, because where else would he like to be? my me!wol is doing everything i can think to do on a single character, though of course this means farming for that hades mount likely another 50+ times as i did on eva, but hey, the FC i’m in is full of nice people who do weekly mount farming, map running, and the like. and they’re always down to farm things at random, so. that’s good. they’re having a costume contest this weekend and i’ve got mine all picked out, so i hope i win. i think it’s some mounts and stuff from mogstation, so that’d be a treat.

i’m still writing, of course. always. still in therapy, and it’s helping. a lot. my homework this week is to “uno reverse” my way of thinking when it comes to doing things out of spite. i can still do them to spite a thing (usually my mom), but just reverse the focus. for example: he asked me what my future goal is for writing, and i said that i’d love to get published just so i can SHOW my family, mainly my mom, that LOOK all those days and weeks and years of me trying PAID OFF and i WASN’T being lazy or doing nothing--

and he asked me, “what if she doesn’t give you the reaction you want?”

and i said, “well then fuck her, i’ll know i succeeded and that’s what matters.”

and he gestured strongly and said, “yes! so make THAT the focus!”

so, to reverse the focus is to make writing my goal BECAUSE i want to succeed and my desire TO do that is all that fucking matters.

it sounds so small and simple, but i don’t know if i can truly express enough just how impossible it is to operate around the voice of judgment in my head. it’s there about anything, everything. imagine if you had someone looking over your shoulder, their lips to your ear, telling you that any choice you made was wrong. you want to take a break? you’re lazy. you want to work on something? it’s not good enough. you want to read a book or play a game for inspiration? you’re lying; you’re just going to steal their ideas, or you just want an excuse to waste time.

you want to stop eating meat? that’s because you think you’re fat. you think you’re fat? well that’s your own fucking fault. you can’t ride your bike or go for walks like you used to because the heat makes your joints swell up? that’s an excuse. your body is a piece of shit. you think your body is a piece of shit? stop feeling sorry for yourself. you feel sorry for yourself? pathetic.

so it goes, on and on and fucking on.

but i’m getting on with it. therapy helps.

anyway, the current project right now is a sondham fic because YES i watched game grumps’ playthrough of dr2 and YES i fully support and share danny sexbang’s love for gundham and sonia and YES i am absolutely writing a fic for them because he made a passing, somewhat tentative mention of looking up things for them once the game is done and NO the fic is nowhere near as simple as i thought it to be originally because YES i am a creature of habit and even if he never reads it i WON’T care because i filled up my entire glittery pink unicorn notebook with this story and i really love it, and that’s all that matters to me

and, knowing me, i’ll just pull the thing in a few months so i can make it an original piece, like i’m doing with krakrgaldr.

i have PLANS and i am slowly learning how to stop fearing the idea of having goals or believing in my ambitions and it’s making a difference