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chanis-banani · 1 year

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As I promised, here comes my request (earlier than I thought): a.c.e dominant headcanons would be nice 😙. Take your time.

Taking my time??? With a.c.e??? Impossible - I'm way too hyped about this concept!

I probably made some of them a little more dominant than they would likely be, but who cares - it's all about the fantasy

warning! intense 18+ content ahead! read at own risk!

very dominant a.c.e // genderneutral reader

content: swearing, dirty talk, oral, fingering, masturbation, sensation play, daddy kink, praise, voyeurism, bondage, spanking, teasing, edging, biting, finger-sucking, reader being used as a pet and a toy, aftercare, thigh-riding, collar + leash, brat behavior, choking, hickeys, scratching

Jun

his dominance is expressed mostly through his charisma

he has a certain stare and way of talking that just make you want to be controlled by him

there's one thing that sends shivers down your spine every time he does it, so he makes sure to do that a lot: putting his lips like 2 cm away from your ear and asking: "are you going to be good for me tonight?"

and when he goes down on you, he makes sure to look up at you with those gorgeous eyes of his and gives you a little smirk

speaking of oral; he loves it when you suck his cock for him

he'll hold you tightly by your hair and thrust his dick into your mouth, leaving the back of your throat bruised for days

but he can be really gentle too

lovingly stroking your cheek while he admires how pretty you look with his dick between your lips

and he doesn't mind if you use your teeth a little (or a lot)

he is such a dirty talker

he will lay you down on the bed and press soft kisses on every inch of your body while he whispers about all the things he is going to do with you

spends ages on foreplay to make sure you aren't just in the mood - but completely desperate for him

only to continue teasing you until you're begging him for just the slightest touch

he loves to use his hands on you

rubbing painfully slow cirles on your sensitive spot to make you squirm in despair

or inserting just one finger into you and barely moving it so you get even more needy

he's a huge tease and not easily satisfied

even when tears are streaming down your face because he's been slowly rubbing the same spot for 15 minutes without allowing you any real pleasure, he thinks you could be more desperate for him

he wants to be the only thing on your mind

Donghun

a soft dom and lowkey a service top - your pleasure is his priority

he will tie you up and take his sweet, sweet time caressing your body, rubbing your belly and pressing kisses on your cheeks and forehead

is a voyeur too - he just loves to watch and stroke your naked body

sometimes he'll give you a toy so he can watch how you pleasure yourself in front of him

another thing that gets him going is watching how your body reacts to things

when you get goosebumps because you can feel his breath on your neck

when you arch your back because he hits your sweet spot

when you shiver as he runs an ice cube over your stomach

when you tense up and tug on the ropes because you can feel his tongue on your sensitive area

and since your reactions are more intense when you can't see what he is doing, you will be blindfolded a lot

loves it when you call him "daddy" and tends to praise you a lot

okay now that we've covered all the cute stuff, let's get to his hard dom side

he likes to show off his strength as a reminder not to get on his bad side - for instance by lifting you up so he can drill himself into you while you have your legs wrapped around his waist

Donghun works with a two-warnings-system if you misbehave

he already likes sensation play because he gets too see your body's reaction to different feelings, but that turns into impact play if you ignore both of his warnings

he loves to watch how you squeal and struggle when he spanks your ass with his bare hand

but once you're done, he makes sure to kiss the red marks on your skin and cuddle you to sleep

Sehyoon

this man is so needy, he will mostly be focused on his own pleasure when he's dominating you

there is always some hint of despair in how he fucks you and he has very little control over himself

so things get very messy

his precum will be all over the bed and your body, not to mention what happens when he reaches his climax

he will kiss you right after going down on you so you can taste yourself

and if you give him a handjob, he will make you lick the cum from his dick after his climax

everything about the way he has sex is somewhat impulsive

he throws you around in different positions every few minutes, he constantly changes which of your body parts he is playing with, and he digs his nails into your skin so harshly that you can still see those marks the next day

he will also bite down on your shoulder as he fucks you from behind

Sehyoon couldn't be a voyeur if he wanted to, because he gets way too needy way too quickly

very noisy - lots of low grunts and swearing under his breath

even when he takes on the dominant role, he whimpers a lot

he's also obsessed with shoving his fingers into your mouth

it gets him going when you suck on his thumb or nibble on his index and middle finger

short scenario: You're thrown onto the bed face-down and you immediately feel Sehyoon's weight on top of you. Without giving you any time to catch your breath, he inserts himself completely into you, while pressing several kisses in between your shoulder blades. You can't even get used to this position, because he's already pulling your ass up for easier access while he brings one of his hands to your face. When his index finger brushes against your lips, you open your mouth so you can bite down on his finger. At the same time, you feel his breath in your neck, followed by his teeth sinking down into your shoulder, making you let out a loud squeal. Nothing feels better than him using you like this.

accidentally leaves you completely ruined

Byeongkwan

completely ruins you on purpose - he's so rough with you oh lord

you belong to him

he always gives you two options to choose from

option 1: you get to be his pet

this means that you get the chance to beg and plead and if he's feeling particularly considerate, he might adhere to your wishes

and he will pat your head and tell you how good you're being for him and how well you're taking him

but ultimately, he has all control

option 2: you get to be his toy

your desires go out the window - your body becomes a playground for him that he will use however he pleases

which frequently means that he teases and edges you for hours, no matter how much you cry and beg for him to finally let you cum

and once you finally cum, he switches to the opposite end of the spectrum; making you cum again and again and again until you're so overstimulated you can't even pronounce his name

once you choose either option, there is no going back unless you use the safeword

but no matter what you choose, he will always make sure to give you the best possible aftercare

which you'll need, because once Byeongkwan is done with you, you will be a dripping, groaning mess

he loves to make you ride on his thigh for ages

not only is this a perfect way to edge you, it also allows him to hold you tightly in his arms and make out with you in the meantime

and he loves it even more when you become so overstimulated that you turn into a messy puddle, depending on him to hold you up so you don't fall off his thigh while he continues to make you ride him

Chan

one kinky fuck, that's for sure

this man isn't just switchy, he likes to combine being dominant and submissive at the same time

he'll wear a collar around his neck and let you hold the leash

all while wrapping his hand around your neck to push you into the mattress and fuck the living hell out of you

sometimes he gives you control over him and lets you use him as you please for a while

but that's mostly because that makes it so much hotter when he suddenly switches

he loves to overpower you when you least expect it

he's not into bondage though, because he prefers to see how you make failed attempts to take back control

when you're frustrated because you've already tried to overpower him three times, he laughs at you and asks if that's all you've got

basically he wants to be a brat and a brat tamer at the same time and he gets bored if you submit too easily

Chan loves forcing you to look at him, for instance by curling his finger underneath your chin and lifting your head up at him

but he loves it even more when you're so lost in bliss you can barely keep your eyes open, so he gets to tell you: "I want you to look at me when I fuck you, baby. You know that."

nothing gets him going as much as choking and that goes both ways

when you make desperate eye contact with him as he has his fingers wrapped tightly around your neck

and when you hold his neck as an attempt to gain at least a little bit of power over him, while he roughly drills himself into you

he leaves so many marks on you, especially hickeys in your neck

and he isn't satisfied unless there are huge scratches from your fingernails on his own back - that's how he knows he's done a good job

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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onlymingyus' ult polycule

pairing; kim mingyu (svt) - park chanyeol (exo) - kim seyhoon (wow a.c.e) - byun baekhyun (exo) - lee jihoon (woozi svt) x reader

genre; fluff, smut, polycule, headcanon

warnings; mentions food, multiple partners during intercourse, thigh riding, cockarming, aftercare, just a large happy polycule family okay? let me live my dream

request; no

a/n; i have been working on this nonsense forever. these are my ult biases and just how i see them in like a polycule situation. so someone put me in it please and thank you.

all of the headers are made by me @chogiwapadada do not use or repost

Mingyu

Would spend most of his time wanting to take care of everyone in the relationship while also being taken care of

Always cooking for everyone

Special meals cooked for those who take less breaks like Jihoon/Chanyeol

Would plan special dates/dinners and expect everyone to be there

If people didn’t show up or weren’t on time expect him to be the poutiest Mingyu ever

Would use his pout as a weapon on everyone

Is a vitamin in the relationship alongside of Baekhyun

Always trying to make sure everyone gets equal time while also making sure that no one feels left out

At the same time he would be one person who would want alone time with you or one of the others

Is the most responsible with the money in the relationship

Also is most likely to keep things clean around the house

In the bedroom he would go through some power play struggles with others at times

Would probably struggle with Chanyeol off and on but based on other dynamics they would figure themselves out and take turns

In the bedroom Mingyu would also make sure everyone was taken care of and had equal time and finished if they wanted to

In charge of the aftercare

Chanyeol

Can be found most of the time in the studio either alone or with Jihoon

Another puppy like Mingyu would want time to himself with you or others but would be more likely to take that time instead of planning it like Mingyu

Literally built a bar in his own studio, he has priorities that line up differently from Mingyu but yet they would meet on common ground many times when he could get the others to let loose and chill with him

Wants to be creative and uses his relationships as a source of inspiration

Always has his hands on someone if he can help it

Always laughing and enjoying the company of someone

In the bedroom he is either completely focused on what is happening or trying to control the room

He gets into to dominate struggles with Mingyu and mostly Jihoon often but more likely than not Jihoon wins out

Both Chanyeol and Mingyu can go rounds unlike some of the others in the relationship and can be a bit more insatiable

They have been known to have competitions which end up with Jihoon removing you from the room before you end up unable to walk straight the next day

Sehyoon

The soft quiet lover

Always as his hand on you or someone else

Either on your back, your thigh, or your hand (or someone else’s)

Can be a bit more of a giver and can be left behind sometimes but the others tend to notice especially Mingyu and push him to the front more often

If you are Sehyoon are having a bad day Mingyu will go out of his way to push you to ride Sehyoon’s thigh, cockwarm him, or simply cuddle while the others do something else or are present

Sehyoon enjoys spending time in the studio with Chanyeol and Jihoon usually playing his guitar but also writing raps with Chanyeol

In the bedroom, where he can sometimes let the others direct him or can just sit back and let whatever happen sometimes he can be more dominant

This happens even more when it is just you and him alone

He enjoys one on one time even if he loves everyone equally

Sehyoon will also go out of his way to do little things here and there for everyone without thinking about what he is doing just out of habit

Baekhyun

Always making someone laugh

Always holding you or someone else

Has his head on your shoulder or in your lap if he doesn’t have you in his

Tries to help Mingyu in the kitchen but is usually kicked out within the first 10 minutes

Can be found with Sehyoon fairly often working on small music projects

Baekhyun does small things for everyone like little art projects that no one really wants but they end up being so cute not even Jihoon can say no to having a clay Mongryong sitting on his desk in the studio

In the bedroom, Baekhyun is full of energy right up to the point he isn’t and then he is full pillow prince

He doesn’t often fight for a dominant role but instead is happy to be where he is told to be or wherever he fits in

Sometimes just enjoys to sit back and watch alongside of Sehyoon while Mingyu and Chanyeol fight for dominance

Does enjoy his own personal time with you two because it means plenty of cuddles for him and he can go fully puppy with you

Is the worst with the aftercare because he wants to be taken care of

Jihoon

Spends the most time alone and in his studio

You have to pull him away and make him remember to eat real food and more than just snack foods and coke zeros

Mingyu loads up tray with foods for him and the rest of the studio dwellers often and sends you down with it

Jihoon is the one who gets the least amount of sleep but he is also the one who complains the most when the rest of you don’t sleep enough. Worry about your health

He loves each of you deeply and has his own way of showing it

Loves to cockwarm in his studio or to simply fuck in his studio especially when it just the two of you

When it's all or just a few of you in the bedroom, Jihoon takes the main dom role and will command the room much to Mingyu and especially Chanyeol’s dismay

The two large men finding themselves completely helpless to such a “smaller” man in height but not in bulk

When he does join in Jihoon will still direct the situation but tends to ask you what you want letting you decide where you want him and everyone else

He likes to know where you want his cock and everyone else’s

Watches over everyone with aftercare but trusts Mingyu

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sanstropfremir · 1 year

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ok, so here's my miscellaneous music show stages post! idk what to even call it in terms of an 'official' title or whatever, but who cares. a lot of my fave stages already ended up in the fave stylings posts or i've talked about them in some other capacity, so this is just for outliers and ones that have stuck in my mind over the last year!

set design

test me - xdinary heroes, music core 220723 // the concept of the test me cb was an underground battle of the bands type thing, and i loved the set design of this specific stage because it's so subtle and builts directly out of the existing stage intrastructure. also the yellow jumpsuits are cute, so sue me.

invu - taeyeon, inkigayo 220220 // honestly, i'm just obsessed with the choice to use the led floor panels to to simulate a pool, ringed with the surrounding greenery. the rest of the designs is great but lighting effects are always gonna get me

voyager - kihyun, music core 220319 // i LOVE this ship, it's a great way to work the band into the stage with different levels all in association with the theme.

styling

feeling - kim wansun, music core 220108 // the only pants to every exist in the history of ever

wooah hip - mamadol, mcountdown 220127 // my villain origin story is that mamadol was a temporary project group. give us kahi back!!!!

chase - minho, mcountdown 221229 // people have slept on minho's solo which i expected, but honestly i really enjoyed it and i like how he very clearly showed that he had clear ideas that he wanted to explore than aligned with his own interests. the styling overall was not particularly notable bc it's a very naturalistic theme, but this patent leather trenchcoat really is something that only minho could pull off

what if love - up10tion, music bank 221014 // what is even happening with these outfits. i'm obsessed with xiao's shirt.

chronograph - victon, inkigayo 220130 // just looking at any pictures of hanse from any two victon eras should be enough to convince you that gender isn't real.

undercover - craxy, music bank 220819 // fun af fake chain props for the choreo, very theatrical!

focus - ha sungwoon, mcountdown 220825 // he only did one stage bc this was right before he enlisted, but did he need to bedazzle his cleavage like that? did you sungwoon??????? also this choreo is so fucking fast like holy shit you really did the damn thing even though you did not need to

me = naneun - just b, show champion 221130 // if anyone wants to fill me on on what fuck bain is wearing i'd gladly take any info. train conductor chic is all i got

dance with god - craxy, mcountdown 220224 // i can guarantee that on any given day those gold fringed pants will pop into my head at any random time

tomboy - wei, show champion 220608 // no comment

boom - minhyuk, mcountdown 220630 // no comment, but louder. again, another cb that almost made my top stylings list, but i can't keep rewarding him like this. any one of these stages gives me brain damage.

louder - tan, inkigayo 220626 // could not tell you what is going on here. a.c.e's stylist seems to be periodically working with tan and so their styling ranges from fine to excellent to batshit insane on any given day and every single louder stage is a hit. honestly all of their cbs almost made my top stylings list just for the sheer insanity of them.

alone - highlight, music core 221112, YOSEOB PUT THOSE AWAY I SWEAR TO FUCKING GODDDDDDDDD. dongwoon don't think i didn't notice you also but we're not gonna talk about it. also yoseob's collar for this stage i'm gonna be sick who allowed them do this.

staging and/or other

this GORGEOUS staging of kim jaehwan's back then, it's one of the few times that i've seen in the round used properly in a kpop context and maybe the only time i've seen it on a music show? also great set design and it looks so good with his pinwheel lightsticks.

tbh i just picked a random ascension stage for this, bc the sheer amount of production value they put into everything they do deserves being viewed even if they didn't make any of my other lists. prop kings, literally.

dkz's mcountdown special stage of lupin, because she's a queen and she deserves the love

plus a couple of not specifically music show performances, but they they are music program performances. mostly this is here for me to pimp kbs listen up bc NOBODY watched it except me and nana and it literally had some of the best stages of the year:

kihyun's solo performance of someone's someone on k-909, bc it's soooooo cute. honestly ppl watch k-909 too they put so much production value into everything

dkz on listen up performing a remake of in the rain, featuring kyoungyoon doing a standing backflip for no reason??

seungsik, subin, and sejun (victon) on listen up having a ball and also flipping a couch over

woohyun on listen up being sluttier than he should be allowed to be

ren on listen up god i miss nu'est so BAD

ghost9 on listen up absolutely WRECKING the hundred millionth kpop song named monster

swan absolutely wrecking on listen up stan purple kiss i stg

that's a wrap on 2022 posts! now i'm gonna get cracking on all my backed up asks 😭

#no guarantees on the speed of anything bc i'm moving at the end of the month but i should be able to get a few done #kpop styling #end of year posts #best of 2022 #text #media recs #seriously ppl watch listen up stages oneus was also there!!#they have a whole dedicated youtube channel so it's all in one place

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t3kandson · 11 months

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Love & Betrayal

Word count; 2,724

Fandom; A.C.E. & Oneus

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sehyoon Aka Wow & Reader X Kim Youngjo Aka Ravn

Characters; Kim Sehyoon, Kim Youngjo, Park Junhee, Lee Donghun, Kim Byeongkwan & Kang Yuchan

Warnings; Angst, unprotected sex & Cheating.

Notes; Happy Anniversary 💜💜💜💜💜

Earlier chapters found here

A specialised declaimer to this series if you have any questions.

Waking you shifted slightly to get an tingly buzz hit through your body. It wasn’t hard to realise the throbbing feeling was your morning glory hard against the sheet that you had moved against. Taking a look to the side your beautiful girlfriend was sprayed naked on her bed. Her morning bed head would make her wince but to you the view was perfect. The messy the better, it made you think of all the times you had exhausted her ravishing her body. The curve of her back so beautiful that you wanted to kiss. The duvet was wrapped between her legs just like at this very moment you wanted to be. Her beautiful resting face full of peace was delightful to witness.

You had been in love with this woman since you was a kid. Moving city’s your usual geeky appearance had no chance for the beautiful girl who lived across the road. She was so stunning and beautiful that most the guys threw there attention on her. You had tried to communicate with her but she never gave you more then a mere short lived couple of words. Boys often stealing her attention before you could even get a longer dialogue with her.

However, you was fortunate one time to find her alone in a field once not far from your school. She was sitting looking as if the world was lost. Your heart wanting to console and take her pain away. She found in the Distance a sunflower as she smiled to her self enjoying the beauty. Just like to you she was your flower the person that made you smile the warmest. Making your way to her she was startled as you approached. “Oh hi,” she smiled looking your way recognising you which warmth your heart. “Didn’t think you was the kind to love flowers,” you said sitting opposite to her on the hay. “I’m not usually, but Sunflowers they’re so pretty. They make me smile on a cloudy day,” she said frowning as she looked up at the sky. Dark swirls of clouds was beginning to form threatening to rain. “That’s a lovely way to think of it,” you smiled before watching the rain start to drizzle. “I forgot to ask you the other day, what’s your name?,” she asked as your heart beat a thousand times finally getting the question you wanted from her lips.

But before you could reply the rain started to fall harder, her beautiful body soon covered with wet soaking clothes. Taking your jacket you placed it around her smiling as you held your hand to her. “Thanks,” she giggled under the rain as you both started running. Drops of water streaming down your faces, her beautiful hair that was sticking to her face was such a beautiful sight. Your heart thumping like crazy from the warming clench of her hands in yours. Reaching your home saddened that your time with her was almost up, you pulled her towards you. She smiled looking up towards your lips and in that second you wanted to kiss her so badly.

But your first kiss was stolen moments later by the scrawny kid behind her. “Yiseo, your catch a cold,” he scoffed bringing a blanket around her. His eyes flashing to yours was one of possessiveness. Was this her new boyfriend. You knew she was popular with the boys, but seeing the moment of tenderness was heart wrenching. “I better go my brother can be annoying at times, thanks for the jacket,” she said passing it back to you. “No problem,” you said beaming at the revelation he was a protective brother not a possessive lover.

Your heart was broken when less then a week later it was revealed that she and her brother had moved to a high school in Seoul. Her Father had sent them there for better education. You had planted some sunflower seeds in your garden with permission from your mother. Hoping for some sort of closeness to the beauty that had stolen your heart.

She had returned for the summer the year after. You was so excited to see her dashing outside the minute you spotted her walking past. “Your back,” you squealed with far too much excitement then you wanted to show. She looked at you tilting her head. Her memory clearly trying to fumble your identity. You couldn’t help but feel the sting that you was so very little important to her. Not as much as she was to you, not a day you forgot about her like she was some sort of goddess. “Nice Sunflowers, sorry I forgotten your name,” she said sweetly your way. Before you could reply with your name you turned to see her attention stolen. A much more muscular bloke appeared as he walked towards her cupping her face as he kissed her. In that moment every dream that you ever made with her broke your heart beyond repair. “Bye Sunflower boi,” she smiled as if she enjoyed that kiss for show. Did she know you crushed over her?

“Bye,” you muttered feeling stupid and more importantly nothing. You swore in that second that you would never let a woman steal your heart ever again.

Each time she returned home, you avoided her focusing on your studies & health. You still kept growing sunflowers, looking after them well. It was a reminder to never give your heart to anyone else. You used the gym to build yourself up so one day you would be the heartbreaker.

You never however, imagined to see her at your creative art class at your new college. At first you was excited, it was like every emotion you ever held back came rumbling back. However, not just did she not recognise you but she had got even more full of herself over the years. You soon found out she shared an apartment with the senior Fuck boi Lee Donghun. Hearing the several comments of how they was extremely close, the pit of your stomach was full of jealousy. How was it that jerks who used women for holes was the ones she went for. It made you very irritable as you made it your challenge to annoy her as much as you could. Getting satisfaction from her strops and sulks had become your favourite moments of the day. Even if it did sadden you that she paid more attention now then ever before.

However, it soon changed the minute you noticed her that day outside your project room. You saw her lean against the window, her hands sprayed against the glass. Her eyes was shut as if she was ready to pass out. Dashing to the window your heart in your chest worrying about her health you looked at her concerned. Opening her eyes she looked at you with surprise, blinking confused at your sudden appearance. Blushing like you never seen her before you thought to yourself that you had witnessed that with others. Did she find you attractive? Your sure there was something when she dashed away as quick as she could. Swirling around as quick as you could your hopes and dreams was back alive. You was going to make sure you would get her what ever the cost. Enjoying every moment that you soon learnt made her squirm in your company.

Here she was with you even if it cost you your friendship with Kim Youngjo. Three years and going the every bit stronger for it.

Your cock throbbing still reminded you how much yours she really was. Finding your fingers, you raked them down her back stifling a chuckle when she arched sleepily. “Baby.” She cooed without opening a single eye. “Yes Princess,” you whispered deeply that you know turned her on as your lips found her shoulder. “It’s too early to wake up,” she grumbled fidgeting that was amusing. “Tell that to our friend,” you said nipping her ear lobe as her eyes fluttered open. “You tell him, I’m too tired this morning,” she whined as she flicked her head to not face you. Pouting momentarily you hovered over pressing your chest to her back, squashing her to the mattress as she groaned. “Well let me do all the work,” you said rolling your self against her ass. Legs sliding open to give you permission and better entrance, you smiled how she was such a slut for your cock. “Why is my girlfriend so lazy,” you growled once more rolling yourself into her again. “Because my boyfriend likes to get me up far too early,” she muffled from throwing her head in her arms.

Rolling the tip of your cock to her entrance she moaned that most delightful sound that has your shaft throb. You couldn’t help but take advantage needing her warm pussy wrapped around him. Slamming into her her cry’s of you stretching her filled the air. As always you felt guilt, you knew even after all these years stretching around you caused her discomfort at first. Stilling to help her adjust you pressed kisses to the top of her back. Starting a slow pace you let out a husky moan, her walls seemed to suck you in. It was like her pussy was made just for you. Picking your speed up your teeth pressed into the flesh of her neck marking her in ownership. Ever since she had become yours it was ritual to mark her up so every one knew she was yours. Panting in her ears you felt your cock squeezed by her walls. You could tell by the tremble in her thighs that her high wasn’t far. Squirming underneath, you chuckled inwardly at how caged and stuck she was with you fucking her into the mattress. Hips snapping harshly you chased your high, made easy from her walls that was clenching on and off around your throbbing shaft. “I’m going to cum,” she whined into the air with your cock feeling like it was being choked to death. “Then cream on my dick,” you choked out trying to hold back your orgasm. “Cum with me,” she pleaded panting as your hands reached for hers. Threading her fingers with yours made your body tingle. It was your favourite passtime holding her hands, but right now In this second it was intoxicating as you made love. Hands clenching each other tighter it was like you jumped off your high together. Her walls convulsing around your cock prolonged your euphoria as you filled her pretty cunt with your thick ropey cum.

Panting you collapsed into her, your cock buried deep still refusing to leave. “Love you,” you whispered after catching your breath like you did every time. “Me too,” she said clenching her hands with yours. “Suppose now I’m up we better get changed for work,” she chuckled as your lips slipped back to her neck. “Or round two,” you said against the soft skin. “How about shower sex, clean on the way to heaven,” She said chuckling as your dick twitched inside her. “He votes yes,” you said pulling out to manoeuvre to flip her. Your heart skipped a beat when her eyes found yours, like it always did stealing your heart away.

“You got everything?” You asked as Yiseo was roaming around her bedroom looking anxious. “No,” she pouted throwing her arms around you. “Why what’s missing?” you asked pressing a kiss to her crown. “Your not in my suitcase,” she sulked with her bottom lip that was just the most adorable look on her. “If I could I would, you know I would,” you said cupping her face as she gave her beautiful puppy eyes. “Man has to make his bread stop being a needy seductress,” Donghun’s voice fell from the door. He was leaning against it with his usual cocky glance but amused with what he was viewing. How on earth you could have thought those two was having sex was beggars belief. They was more like siblings, bitching yet protective to the bone of each other. Though to be fair Yuchan her twin was the same. When you realised that day that your attractive shy house mate was the same geeky boy you met as children you was annoyed with yourself for not realising sooner. You had really kicked yourself thinking that they was lovers instead of siblings. “When you get a real partner come back and lecture me,” Yiseo said as you chuckled at her sassiness. “I’ll tell Junhee he’s not my real partner then shall I,” Donghun argued back. “Open relationship’s isn’t a real one,” Yiseo said rolling her eyes. “Ok ok we’re wasting our time here bitching like a married couple you two,” you teased as they both deadpanned your way. Before either of them could bite back Junhee arrived. “Yiseo, come on,” he shouted through to your bedroom. She looked at you with sad eyes once more almost pleadingly. “Last chance,” she said before pressing her lips to yours in a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby,” you said with a gentle pat of her ass. “Well I’ll message you my room number incase you change your mind,” she said hopeful before picking her bag up to leave.

“If your missing her so badly just drive out there,” Byeongkwan said throwing himself in to the sofa. “Work,” you said swigging on your beer. “Just call in sick before you get love sick from missing her,” Byeongkwan replied as if it was so easy. “If you don’t go and see her then I’m going to be sick from hearing about it all,” Chan bitched as you smirked his way. “Seriously, you was suppose to be going with her anyway,” he said tossing his pretzel snacks into his mouth. “Who’s going to pay the rent while I’m away for a week,” you said trying to make a point. “I’ll pay the rent you can’t, it’s not like you and Yiseo’s not done it for me,” Chan offered looking at you with seriousness. “Come on Sehni, put yourself and us out our misery and go to her,” Byeongkwan pleaded as you laid your head back on the sofa contemplating.

It was that conversation that spurred you on the following afternoon. After your shift you was in the car and on your way to Busan. The early text from last week with the hotel details burning in your shirt pocket. Feelings of excitement at seeing her again even though you had only been apart a short period of time was extreme.

You already knew she was at the hotel having messaged a few hours ago that it was a chaotic day and she was looking forward to the comfort of the hotel room that she was on her way to. Though she had been quiet since that message, you had no doubt due to her busy schedule that she probably had fallen asleep.

Heart beating fast you knocked on the hotel room door, sunflowers your relationship flower in your grasp. Had she heard you? She was taking her time answering. Knocking again more louder you heard movement inside. Of course she was asleep, your perfect beautiful lazy head.

However, instead of excitement on her face when the door opened. The horror and fear on her features left your throat feeling like it was closing on you. The colour in her face draining instantly as your eyes fell to the person behind her.

You could have almost collapsed as you took the view of a topless Kim Youngjo. Had they had sex? Had he got his revenge for the affair you had when you was his. Three years he had ignored your calls had he ignored her? Had they even ever been apart? Your heart and fear and worst nightmares flashing infront of your eyes as your mind swarm in so many questions. But what was worse was you was struggling to find your breath.

“It’s not what it looks like,” She said panicking. It felt like a gutter punch. Those same words fell from her lips when Youngjo caught her from the after affects of your affair.

How could you let her break you once again. She was never yours all those years ago just like she wasn’t now.

To be continued……

Also plan to write a cross over series with Kim Youngjo.

Also as a spoiler incase your offended with how I left this. It’s not as it seems as all will be explained in Youngjo’s new series.

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#kpop smut #kpopidol #fiction #ace smut #oneus smut #kim sehyoon smut #kim youngjo smut #park junhee #kim byeongkwan #kang yuchan #lee donghun

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his eyes are just so beautiful and soft, they’re so warm 🥺 That’s fair! From all the bbl i’ve been subscribed to, felix usually was the sweetest, but minhos were often absolute gems even though or especially because he doesn’t post as often. (i love when he complains about pt lmao). And yeah! He’s just the guy you’d really want as a friend bc he’s both lowkey and so much fun, you just know you can chill but also not be bored with him.

And yeah! Concerts are stressful lmao (when i met a.c.e i almost fell down the stairs in nervousness lmao). all i remember from skz hi touch is that chan was in the middle and either hyunjin or seungmin said ‘see you again’ to me and that kind of made me lose all my thoughts lmao.

And yes, loving minho is a big part of one’s brain, so of course there gotta be similarities there ^^

You are so real!! His black orbs making my heart beat faster lol.

Oh, I actually only really know about Minho and Chan's bbls (they're the ones I see posted places more often). I lowkey forget all of the members have bbls for some reason lmao. I am too Minho biased to even consider any of the other bbls hahah.

They are so enjoyable, but then I don't remember anything from them afterwards. I just know I went and experienced and that's it. Oooh, I saw a.c.e back in 2019 as well! Lowkey forget about that one too ngl (tbf it's also been quite long since then at this point lol). Damn, I would have lost my thoughts and mind and everything in between as well lol. From my xdh experience I just remember thinking "Oh I don't want them to think I don't know Korean" for some reason.. I have no idea why that was my first thoughts lmao. But then I hurried past while just staring at them, because I wasn't prepared (two days later at the second concert I wasn't any better despite being prepared tbh)

The collective hivemind of Minho stans ♥

#ask #answered #anon

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jinniebit · 1 year

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omg i hope you can take more dance classes and you are going to enjoy them a lot preferably!!!

here they did the movie in one sitting but it was fine!! i ate my popcorn in the first 20 or so minutes haha. the movie was great tho!! there were some parts that made me nearly so but that's nothing unusual, im very emotional hdjdjdj also watching it in 3D was super cool in some parts :o

oh yeah albums are expensive here as well😭 i used to order them from some korean(? i don't remember where i used to order from ddhdk) websites but 2 years ago a mutual recommended me a webshop that's only 2 countries away from me and its SUUUCH a life saver😭 the shipping cost is waaay lower and they even arrive a bit faster <3 i started ordering albums from my summer job money and then from my uni scholarship money dbdksk, im such a responsible adult.... i need to get a grip sjdndjdj. also omg i want a svt album but by the time i got into collecting stuff i was not very into them, but maybe one day I'll get something 🤔

at this point i really feel like it's not just a phase 😭 whenever i feel like i might escape i come across another group that will have a death grip on me for the next few months or year djdksls. and haha i started out kinda similarly, my friend showed me some bts stuff and then i got into exo, they got dethroned by seventeen, then them by a.c.e, and then skz was my ult for a long time, up until? 2 years ago? and since that i picked up a lot of groups who are my "ults" currently haha

what hobbies do you have other than dancing and being normal about kpop guys haha - 🎄 santa anon

I hope that too!

Oof yeah my popcorn is usually gone by the trailers jdhahsns maybe I should start getting two kshshs one for the trailers and one for the movie itself haha

Honestly I miss old exo… I find myself going through their old albums quite officially…

It’s exactly like that! When I think I’m “getting over” Kpop there’s another group that made me fall right back kehsjdh goes back to 2019/2020 when I thought my kpop phase was ending and BANG skz appeared and now I’m here mdhsjdhs

Hmm another hobbies? Does listening to music counts? Haha I like singing and watching game streams ^^ I also watch a RPG campaign for about 3 years now and besides kpop I think this is the other thing I’m obsessed about haha wby?

#ask #🎄 santa anon

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xiaojuun · 2 years

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your moots as idols???

haaay i let this sit in my inbox for a while until i could think abt it but this should b fun ! i have a lot of mutuals so i won't even try to do this for everyone, i'll just pick some people i think i know well enough / have strong thoughts for <3

⏤ @dongkwan is seunghun (cix) my reliable pisces bestie, comfort human, hard worker who never gives themself enough credit !! mary i love u but u knew that thanks for having my back always <3

⏤ @wabisaba is woong (ab6ix) bc i see myself as very similar to both of them, and there's this signature exuberant life-loving energy that just RADIATES like we just want to have FUN bc that's what life is ABOUT baby !!

⏤ @takatamashi is the yedam (treasure) to my dobby forever, wild birthday matchups aside rachel is the grounding force, comforting old soul energy, logical but loving, bringing me much needed balance and always looking out for me too.

⏤ @berryjaellie is choi in (e'last) warmly making sure everyone is fed, hugged, listened to, taken care of ... the feeling of coming home after a long day and having someone there ready with a "you did well, and i made your favorite soup!"

⏤ @soppa is yeonjun (txt), a lot of heart with a little mischief ! no one works more tirelessly and no one is more protective of the people they love.

⏤ @minki-s IS jeongwoo (treasure) i say it every time but ... that's my contagiously bubbly little sib with more talent in their pinky than i have in my whole body ! thank god for them !!!

⏤ @inhypen is sunoo (enhypen) my sunshine cancer beloveds, always there to brighten your day, surrounded by a pink glow <3

⏤ @slowrabbitpd is taehyun (txt), my observant and articulate beloveds ! my attentive and thoughtful way-with-words besties !

⏤ @jaehantual is asahi (treasure), just THEEE absolute coolest artsy folks who are both so stunning n talented it's like intimidating at first but then u get to know how fun and sweet they are

⏤ @minhees is woonggi (to1) my fun wonderful sassy fabulous younger siblings who i would literally do anything for, my stars of the show !

⏤ @kdongyoung is sungyoon (golden child) our warm and reliable ro is younger than i am but feels like the nation's older sibling, so kind so consistent so talented !

⏤ @soonwnu is junhee (a.c.e) my loveliest geminis, brighter than the sun and a heart so big it could just wrap u on up in it, leading with love !

⏤ @hueningkai is yongha (wei), if they were a word it would be dreamy ! soft hearted and loyal, full of childlike wonder that is just lovely ~

#i hope u all like my picks hehe #and sowwy i couldn't do this for all of u i am giving big hug #erimail #mail from: anonymous friend!

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A request for you, don't say no oh my my~!! (Yes, I just wrote that singing undercover in my head)

If this is ok with you and have time, can I have a smut story with Sehyoon, maybe slow but passionate/intense sex in the living room on a hot summer night? (Idk Air-conditioning isn't working or something so they ended up there xD meaning extra sweaty Sehyoon)

A.C.E Wow x Reader

Genre: smut

CW: smut, nice legs, couch sex

Rating: R

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: It's not a Sehyoon fic, if reader is not into his legs. They are so fine. This is probably full of mistakes, but I hope you like it anyways!!

Summer in the city was the worst.The hot air pooled in the streets, heating up the buildings even more. Temperatures had been high the past few days and now the heat did not even leave your apartment at night. You closed the blinds in the morning before you left for work and opened the windows at night. That was all you could do at the moment.

The sun was already low in the sky, when your doorbell rang on this friday.

“Hey.”

Your boyfriend smiled his shy smile on the other side of the door.. Sehyoon wore a tie dye t-shirt and shorts. His hair had gotten longer the past few months and he had tamed it with a headband.

“Hi?”

Your surprise at his arrival showed in your voice. He had not told you that he was coming to visit. He came and you peck his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

He sat his backpack down next to the door and avoided looking at you. This was his “I have done something stupid” reaction. You had seen it before. Like that time when he had broken one of your favorite necklaces.

“What happened?”

You tried to keep your voice neutral, but it did not come out that way.

“Can I sleep here for a few nights?”

His voice was pleading you not to ask why and reluctantly you did not. There would still be time to interrogate him later.

“Sure.”

A bright smile broke out on his face and he hugged you. It was a bone crushing hug that forced the air out of your lungs.

“You're the best.”

You cooked something -with Sehyoon’s creative(?) input- and took the food over to the couch table. Sehyoon had not stayed that often at your place, so it felt a bit odd that he was here and there was no set time when he would leave. On the other hand it was like a test run for living together. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Sehyoon blew on his soup causing his glasses to fog up. They were the thick, round one he got not too long ago. The glasses made him look like a cute nerd.

“Can you turn on the aircon?”

Sehyoon wiped his face with a napkin. The hot soup had not helped with the temperature in your apartment. There was a problem.

“There is no aircon.”

He stared at you and you stared back.

“What do you mean there is no aircon?”

Usually Sehyoon was the most calm and chill person, but now he sounded alarmed. You gestured at the room.

“This apartment doesn’t have one.”

He was going through all stages of grief in front of your eyes. He sank into the couch. You grabbed his shoulder and tried your best not to laugh.

“Just don’t do anything that gets you warm and You’ll be fine.”

Under these circumstances, sitting on the couch and watching something was the best thing to do. However you had problems concentrating on what was happening on the screen. Your boyfriend’s legs were simply too distracting. He had always liked working out, but these past few months really showed. You loved his huge thighs and toned calves.

“You can touch them, you know?”

Sehyoon looked at you over the frame of his glasses. An amused smile appeared on his face. He found it “funny” how much you loved his legs. Unfortunately, he also used it to tease you by wearing shorts and flexing whenever he noticed you looking. You hated and loved every second.

He took your hand and placed it on his exposed thigh. His skin felt cool and a bit sweaty, but there was one sensation that was stronger than everything else. The strong muscles in his thighs made you feel things. You swallowed and shifted in your spot on the couch. Your throat felt dry, but it was the opposite between your legs.

“Sehni…?”

Your voice was quiet, but even to your ears it sounded pressed and barely restrained. You did not want him to hear what you felt. So naturally, he knew instantly.

“Hm?”

He pretended that he did not know what you were about to say.

“Can you... fuck me hard?”

Sehyoon looked into your eyes with a small smile on his face and Instead of an answer his lips landed on yours. The kiss was sloppy and surprisingly sweet.

Your back settled on the couch and Sehyoon was between you legs. You took your top off, but left the bra on. He loved it teasing your nipples through the material and exposing your breasts without taking the bra off. You would probably be thankful for the support later. He got rid of his shirt and it did not help with the situation between your legs. Sehyoon‘s arms were your other weakness. He pushed his hair back, a motion that was clearly only there to make you go insane. His arms were as big as you had ever seen them and he looked simply fantastic. You wanted to shut your leg and at least get some friction to your clit, but his hips were in the way.

He smiled an almost evil, but definitely smug smile, that needed to be wiped off his face. You let your hand land on his stomach and wander down until you reached the tent in his underwear. The contact made him groan and his eyes fluttered shut. You palmed him through his underwear and enjoyed his lovely moaning. Putting the condom on with your mouth earned you a particularly desperate one. You give him a few bobs of your head and licks before pulling back.

“Fuck me now.”

It was a demand and Sehyoon was happy to oblige. You lay back down. The fabric of the couch was a bit scratchy but you would survive. He entered you with ease and you left out a sigh. You had been waiting for this. A few slow thrusts gave you time to adjust. He leaned forward and held his weight with his arms. Looking into his eyes while his hips moved against you, pushing in and pulling out, was one of the most intimate things.

The couch was not widest, but it worked. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His tongue explored your mouth, while his hips began to pick up speed. You ran your hands over his broad back, loving the feeling of his soft skin.

His hips halted. Sehyoon sat up and ran his hands over your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze. Sweat covered his body and ran down his chest.

He grabbed your hips tight. You did not particularly like it to have marks, but today you would not mind. His thrusts came faster and harder now. Every time your hips met your release came closer. A tension built up in your whole body. You held your breath as if that would keep the tension from escaping. Sehyoon groaned and his thrusts became more erratic. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with his arms as he buried his face between your breasts. The angle changed and you clenched around him. It was perfect. Just a little more. Sehyoon‘s hips snapped against you, hitting your sensitive clit with every pushing in. His moan and last few hard thrusts pushed you over the edge.

For some heartbeats there was only your breathing and the tv, that no one had bothered to turn off, audible in the room. You kissed the top of Sehyoon‘s head. He still rested his head on your chest, even though his breathing had calmed down. For him there was no better place to be than there. You petted his hair and ran your hands over his back. It was nice to feel his weight on you but he was getting heavy now.

“Let’s shower and go to bed.”

Your shower together was too cool for your taste but Sehyoon‘s kisses made it bearable. You dried each other off with fresh towels and went to your bedroom. The sun had set and you opened the window.

Sehyoon lay down on the side of the bed he always used when he was here. You settled down next to him and rested your head on his chest.

“Why can you not stay at your place?”

You made sure not to sound accusatory. It was nice to have him stay here. Even if it was just for a few days. He stared at the ceiling. The night air brought the sounds of the city outside into the room. You waited. Sehyoon let out a sigh and said:

“I broke the aircon at my place.”

A/N: I always forget that other countries don't have windows that you can only half open like we do in Germany XD (So countries have them too but idk if sk has it lol but that's what i imagine when i say sleep with the window open. )

#ksmutclub #wkcnet #noonasinnetwork #a.c.e smut #a.c.e wow smut # a.c.e x reader #kpop x reader #a.c.e fanfic #A.C.E fics #kpop fanfic #request #queue #kpop smut #star writing

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 3 years

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Take My Hand (Part Six)

Summary: rafael returns and things only get more complicated as the Davis case begins

Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Reader, Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 8,240

Song: There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me / But if it's all the same to you / It's the same to me (coney island by taylor swift)

Warnings: T, swearing, the angst is back, lot of soft parts, but a lot of difficult emotions to detangle, “sightless in a savage land” (22x04) is used as background (but i also f*cked with the timeline to make things easier for me), also the v*rus doesn’t exist b/c i don’t want to live in reality.

A/N: ok, things are happening, and i want to saw those of you who spot all the little parallels w/i the fic i love you. thank you to those who have stuck with the series and have reblogged and commented!! as always, thank you to @laneygthememequeen and @bucky-of-the-opera for being the best beta readers!!

You would be lying if you said you didn’t imagine this moment.

The moment you saw Rafael again. It was a thought that haunted the recesses of your mind — stuffed away with all memories of him — one that wriggled to the forefront when your thoughts had quelled in the silence and stillness. And you wondered what he would say. And what you would say.

And now you didn’t have to wonder.

"What are you—" the question deflates on your lips — stupid question — so you ask another, "when did you get back?"

"A few days ago," Rafael jerks his head to pull you aside, an easy smile on his lips, too easy. It wasn't easy when you both started dating. It wasn't easy when you left. It wasn't easy when he proposed. And it wasn't easy to say no. Nothing was easy when it came to this. But there he was, "my mother is moving down to Florida."

You raise your eyebrows, "Finally retiring? Did you have to pry the keys of her charter school out of her fingers?"

He gives a wry smile, "No, but helping her find a replacement and helping her pick out a place down there made it easier. That and promising to help her move."

"You're a good son," he was good — a good son, a good friend, a good prosecutor—

But he wasn’t good for you.

"Well I am a man of many talents," he crosses his arms, “with a few notable exceptions.”

And you know where this is going — to a place you don’t want it to.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off, “Are you representing Davis?”

The words stuck in his throat, his mouth opening and closing, before he swallows them, “I am,”

“I didn’t know you did defense work,”

He tilts his head, “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there? I assume you’re here because Noble-Gordon wants the case?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Keeping tabs on me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the teasing is so routine — the banter clicks into place — picking up right where you both left off, smoothing over broken hearts and hurt feelings. Hiding behind quick witted barbs because it was easier than untangling ensnared feelings.

“Rafael—”

“I met with Jack,” he admits, holding his hands up, “I asked about you. Can you blame me for being curious?”

No. No, you couldn’t — not when you had asked Jack about him.

“I can try,” you want to bite the inside of your cheek when he smirks, “why do you want this case?”

“Off the record? Liv and Fin,” he slides his hands inside his pocket, “I suspect they didn’t know your firm would want the case for themselves, but,” he adds, “there’s a way this could work for both of us.”

“How?”

“How about a partnership?”

“A partnership?”

“Your firm gets their name on the case, and I need financial support,” and you furrow your brow, “but I have some terms.”

“Of course you would,” you sigh, “what are they?”

“One, I do the actual defense work in court, two, your firm’s involvement is limited to only a few employees — I don’t want your partners’ politics to be running the case — and three, you’re on the case with me,” and you raise your eyebrows, “before you say no—”

“Before I say no?” you repeat, “Rafael with everything that happened—”

“Before anything happened, we worked cases together, and even after everything happened, we did,” he shifts from foot to foot, “we know how the other works, we know our strengths and weaknesses, and I need someone I trust to work this case on — so I can walk into that courtroom for the first time since—” he sighs, biting his lip before speaking again, softer, “I want your help, and I know I have no right to ask for it, but I am. And that term is negotiable, but I’m pretty sure your firm will agree. You’re the best person to work this case.”

“But—”

“And before you ask,” he says, gaze soft, “this isn’t a ploy to win you back.”

You blink, “I know,”

Did you? You wished you could tell your heart because now it’s thumping against your ribcage, “I know I missed my chance, and I don’t want to cross any boundaries,” he reassures you, “this will be professional.”

“‘Professional,’” you repeat, the taste of the word disconcerting with just how unprofessional this felt, “Rafael—”

“Just think about it,” he tilts his head, “meet with Davis — trust me, he needs our help,” and then he pauses, “and you know that we’ll be facing—”

“I know Sonny is the A.D.A. on the case,” and he’s also my boyfriend. The words want to leave your tongue, but the sheer awkwardness is as disconcerting as working with Rafael — “Look—”

“Don’t give me an answer yet, just talk to your firm,” he checks his watch, “I have to go, but I’ll email you.”

“And where’d you get my email?” he shrugs.

“You can blame your firm for that one — firm’s website lists you,” and he begins to walk past you before pausing to look back, “it was nice to see you...counselor.”

How was it that he walked into your life as easily as you had left his? How was it that you wanted to hate him, but it was so easy to like him? How was it that everything was so easy — when it was him?

“It was nice to see you too,” and you spared one last glance at his retreating back, as the guard buzzed you in.

And that wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him.

Sonny was beginning to doubt any of this would ever get easier. Checking his watch, it was well past 3:00 PM and he hadn’t even eaten yet — typical. He spares a glance at the whiteboard — littered with schedules, case numbers, and statuses of cases.

But there was still so much to do.

He checks his phone — you had texted him, the messages bunched together, but his eyes fall back to the files stacked on the conference table. He begins placing them in a case box. It would have to wait.

“Carisi?” and he pauses at a voice — a voice he hadn’t heard in quite a while. He’s grizzled — different from the clean cut A.D.A. he once was, but he’s also lighter — again, different from the broken man who left his city with his reputation in shambles.

His words, not Sonny’s.

But now Sonny knows, knows that he wasn’t only broken because of the case, of having to leave his city, but because of you — the you that Barba had been with for years, the you whose heart he broke, the you who said no when he proposed.

And now you were dating Sonny.

Him, not Barba.

He stands in his doorway, “How’s the eighth floor treating you?”

But this was the same man that was his mentor, his friend — so he smiles.

“No differently than any other junior A.D.A.,” and Rafael gives a knowing smile, as Sonny continues to put away the files.

“They want you to cover their ass all the time? Never lose a case?” he knew it well — because he had lived it.

“Pretty much,” Barba crosses his arms, as Sonny grabs the box and brushes past him, “it’s good to see you, Barba. If you came to taunt me, I got all day.”

And it was good to see him — why wouldn’t it be? He would be lying if he didn’t wish before that Rafael was his boss instead — it would have been easier if nothing else. But not now.

“Huh, they gave you an office,” Barba remarks, glancing around his shoebox of an office, peering out his window to look at the paralegals at their desks, “nice view.”

Sonny places the box down, snorting, “I had to move the xerox machine and four filing cabinets just to get the desk in,” and then move them back. It wasn’t much — but it took him this long to get it — glorified closet or not, it was his.

“So you caught the Mickey Davis case?” He’s standing by the window, and Sonny sighs — the case had been all over the news, the media were having a field day, and so were his bosses upstairs. These were different times — and this was a dangerous case — vigilantism wasn’t something to be taken lightly. But it wasn’t something that was simple — not in this case.

“Oh, yeah,” Sonny sighs, leaning against his desk, “horror story.”

“What are you charging?”

Sonny almost scoffs, “The guy brought a gun to court, he followed the vic to transport, and shot him at point-blank range. What do you think?”

“I think the guy's got a Purple Heart, titanium leg, and PTS,” Sonny blinks — what was this?

“That doesn’t change what he did,” Sonny says slowly — Barba knew that — killing is still killing, no matter how justified it may seem.

He said it himself best — otherwise we might as well let the blood flow in the streets.

“He was betrayed by the V.A. and A.C.S., even the eighth floor has to know this is a dog,” Barba says, stepping forward, a ghost of a chuckle on his lips.

“Maybe,” Sonny admits, “but they still want him to do time.”

“That has to be negotiable,” and that’s when it clicks.

Sonny pauses, his mouth parted, as Barba meets his gaze, “Hold on,” he says slowly, “before we continue—”

“Mm-hmm,”

“Are you representing Mickey Davis?” And it’s Barba’s turn to pause, and he’s searching Sonny’s gaze — and he doesn’t know for what.

“I am,”

Sonny scoffs — that would have been nice to know from the start, “Okay,” Sonny gets to his feet, shutting his door and rounding the table to sit behind his desk — time to get down to business, “What kind of deal are you looking for?”

“No way you want to put this guy on trial,”

“Three and half years? No, but thank you,” Barba sits across from him, and Sonny knows he’s playing hard ball — he always played hard ball, but this time, they weren’t on the same team.

“Barba, we both know this wasn’t heat of the moment,”

“Maybe to you, not to Mr. Davis,”

Sonny raises an eyebrow, there was defending your client and then there was plain hubris,“There's security cam video. There's multiple eyewitnesses. Mickey broke the law—”

“A jury might see that as defending his daughter when no one else did,” Sonny narrows his eyes — jury nullification — did he get that strategy from Calhoun or Buchanan?

“Get the jury to ignore the law?” Sonny knew he wouldn’t make easy on him “That's a slippery slope, Rafael.”

He smiles, he’s almost proud, “You really have become a lawyer,”

Sonny wrinkles his brow, “What does that mean?”

“Mickey Davis is a human being. So are the jurors,” Rafael rises to his feet, as Sonny calls after him.

“You going for insanity?” He half-expects him not to answer — that would be the smart thing to do — but Rafael’s pride always trumped any strategy.

“I'm going for straight-up not guilty,” Rafael opens the door, turning, “and my co-counsel may be in touch as well.”

“Co-counsel?” Sonny leans back in his seat — he didn’t know Barba needed a second chair, “who’s that?”

And your name leaves his lips, “Excuse me?”

“Looks like you’ll be facing both of your mentors, Carisi,” and he knew that Rafael hadn’t seen the picture of you on his desk — “I’ll make sure to relay the offer as well. See you at arraignment.”

Sonny stares at the closed door, before his phone vibrates again, and he glances to see another text message from you: Hey, checking in on you. Can I drop by?

And Sonny knows, he knows you would never cheat. He knew this doesn’t change the year you had spent together, he knew it doesn’t change that you loved him, he knew it didn’t change anything, but — another text comes through: I miss you — it was complicated.

Not right now. Busy.

And he sighs, but it also didn’t change how he felt about you.

I miss you too.

The lights in the D.A.’s office had long ago dimmed — the barely lit fluorescents flickering as you passed the empty line of desks before finally reaching it. You knock at his office door, leaning against the doorframe, watching him work, his brow furrowed in thought, pen flicking as he scribbled notes.

“You forget about me?” Sonny barely looks up from his work, tight lipped, and your smile begins to slide off your lips, “Sonny?”

“Sorry, got caught up in work,” he leans back in his chair, just as you step forward, “what time is it?”

“Way past dinner,” you round his desk, leaning against it as you tilt your head, “you okay?”

You reach for him, but he moves away, crossing his arms, “Barba dropped by,” and his eyes fall on you — and you wonder if this was what it felt like to be interrogated — the pages of the book snapped shut, his cards resting against the table, and his face blank, “He wanted to discuss the Davis case—”

Your heart drops, “Sonny—”

“—and apparently you’re his co-counsel?” he shakes his head, sighing, his eyes falling to his desk, “When were you going to tell me that you met with Barba?”

You frown, “I wanted to tell you, I was going to tell you before I went to meet him — but I couldn’t reach you. You know my partners wanted to score some points—”

“Because of the Thompson case, I know—” but his brow is still furrowed, “but how did you end up calling point on the case?”

“I had to meet with Davis to discuss the details of the case,” you explain how your partners were too busy to go down and handle it nor did they trust any of the associates to do it, “we need this case — it’s a high profile case involving a vet? We had to jump on it, but when I got to Rikers, it turned out someone else got the jump on it first.”

He scoffs, “Barba,”

“He had already met with Davis, he offered to work in partnership with my firm, granted I handle the case and he gets to be in the courtroom,” and Sonny raises his eyebrows.

“He asked for you specifically to work the case with him?”

“Because he knows how I work,” your hand reaches for him slowly, “nothing more than that. Sonny, please don’t be mad — it was a coincidence.”

“I’m not mad,” he sighs, eyes finally meeting yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, “Would have been nice to know you two decided to work the case together,”

“I was going to tell you — I was just about to—”

“I know,” and he’s pulling you into his lap, “Just don’t let me find out you’re working with your ex from your ex,”

“I won’t,” you whisper, pressing your lips to him softly, “I promise. I didn’t mean for this—”

“I know,” he kisses you again, his arms wrapping around your middle, “what about us?”

Your lips purse, “What about us?”

“Our relationship — will we have to disclose?” it hadn’t been a problem since the cases you handled fell out of Sonny’s jurisdiction most times and when it didn’t, you delegated the work to someone else, “it seems like professional responsibility 101,”

“Well, I already told Mr. Davis, I got his written consent in writing when I met with him, just in case I end up handling the case,” you bite your lip, “as for the judge, it shouldn’t be a problem as long as we have the consent of my client.”

Your hand runs over his cheek, and he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm, “Are you going to work the case?”

“I have to talk to my firm, see what everyone wants to do,” your fingers run over his face, “but if they do want me to handle the case, are you okay with that?”

“You know I can’t make that call for you,” his hand rests on the small of your back, “it’s yours to make, sweetheart.”

“But I don’t want to make it without knowing you’re okay with me working with him—” you lean down to press a kiss to his temple, “are you okay with it?”

“I am,” he says softly, “are you?”

“The firm needs the case — and this could be my shot at making partner,” his lips press butterfly kisses to your neck, and you sigh, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Sleep on it?” he murmurs against his skin, “always how the best decisions are made.”

“Says who?”

“Me,” he replies.

And you chuckle, noses brushing, as you lean closer, “As long it’s from a reliable source,” and your lips meet again, he pulls away, but you give chase, until you’re pressing him into the seat, fingers sliding along his shoulders, your hand finding the back of his neck, swallowing his moan with ease.

“Doll,” his lips are kiss ruined, eyes fluttering, and you trail kisses along his jaw, “you’ll be the end of me,”

And the double meaning isn’t lost on you — “I would be happy to end with you,”

He smiles, and it’s enough. For now. You rest your forehead against his for a moment in the relative silence, only broken by the hum of the fluorescents and the quiet sound of your breathing.

Until his stomach growls.

And you blink, a grin breaking across your lips, “Hungry?”

“It depends,” and you slide off his lap, offering your hand to him, and he cocks his head, “did you cook?”

You huff at him, “You’ll be glad to know I ordered takeout right before I got here,” and he gets to his feet, taking your hand, “but just for that, I’m cooking for the next week.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he wraps his arm around you, grabbing his bag, before flicking off the light.

And after you got back to the apartment, eating dinner, and slipping into bed, you lied awake, his quiet snores filling your ears, and you turned to look at him — barely illuminated in the moonlight that peeked through the parted shutters. His eyes shut, his breathing steady, his freshly washed hair falling against his forehead.

You turn away, reaching for your phone — finding the email from Rafael, disclosing the details of the case — a question ending the email: Are you in?

And you glance back at Sonny — only you didn’t know the answer.

He was okay with you taking the case, right? You scoot a little closer, nestling yourself beside him a moment, he said he was okay with it.

You shut your eyes. He was okay, and you would be okay.

Right?

“Wow, this is a nice upgrade from your office at the D.A.’s,” Rafael remarks at your office door, taking a moment to examine the room.

You barely look up from your work — a dozen cases, associates’ work to check, and several arraignments to do, “That’s because someone took the only nice office, and stuck me in a closet off of yours,”

“Bureaucracy at work,” he replies, shutting your door and taking stock, “how’s defense work treating you?”

“The same way it has been I left the D.A.’s office,” you spare a small smile, “wonderfully.”

“Found your calling?” you shrug.

“You could say that,” you sigh, placing your pen down, “what about you?”

“What about me?” he raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. Always had to work for it when it came to Rafael Barba.

“What have you been up to?”

“Looking something I lost a few years ago,” and you furrow your brow, and he smiles, “don’t flatter yourself, counselor — I meant a calling,”

Your cheeks burn, “You came to talk arraignment? Thought you could handle that yourself, Mr. Innocence Project,”

“I wanted to talk deal,” Rafael crossed his arms, “there was one thing I didn’t disclose to you in that email and that’s my meeting with Carisi,” and you blink, only you knew about that already, “I met with him yesterday — he offered man 2.”

Sonny didn’t mention that, but then again it was better that he didn’t, “But you don’t want to take it?”

“I don’t,” he slides into a chair, pulling a legal pad out, leg folded over his knee, “I think we can do better — I think we can get not guilty.”

You raise your brow, “Do you want to—”

“I want to go for jury nullification,” he crosses his arms, shrugging, “we have a strong case for it.”

“And we have a man who literally shot another point blank on security footage, and who brought a gun with him to court,” you shake your head, “we have to at least consider it,”

“What’s there to consider? Mr. Davis doesn’t want to take the deal,” and you pause, and Rafael nearly wavers, adding, “I may have discussed it with him—”

“Before asking me about it?”

“You only told me this morning you were on board,” Rafael holds up his hands, “I had a duty to relay it to him,”

“And what did he say?”

“He said he didn’t want to deal — he wanted his day in court,” he tilts his head.

“Did he? Or did you?”

“What are you implying?”

“Did he come to this conclusion on his own or did you help him along?” and he pauses — all the answer you needed, “Rafael, this is our client, we have to be realistic—”

“He’s a vet with—”

“Awards and a prosthetic leg I know, but he also could go to jail for murder — and never see his daughter again,” and he opens his mouth to speak, “so I’m asking you, are you taking this to trial for him or for you?”

His lips are a thin line, “First of all, this is for him — I wouldn’t take this trial if I didn’t think there wasn’t a good chance of winning and if I knew this wasn’t what he wanted,” and he sits up, “and what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Your firm probably wants this to go to trial — need the publicity of a trial for this to work — for you to get the break you need, isn’t it?” Rafael argues the same way he does in court — his words pointed and true, aimed for the chinks in someone’s armor, “sounds like we’re on the same page.”

You glare at him, “Don’t question my motives,”

“Then don’t question mine,” the words are terse, a period at the end of a paragraph that is still left hanging, until he chooses to start a new one, “Is this about the case? Or is this about us?”

You scoff, “So much for keeping it professional,”

Your name leaves his mouth soft, but firm, and your eyes meet his, “Is it going to be like this?” he asks, crossing his arms, “throughout the entire trial?”

“Like what?”

And he sighs, running a hand over his bristled chin, “I know I’ve made mistakes, I know, you know, but I can’t change what I’ve done,” his voice grows soft, “and I’m sorry, I wish I could — I wish I didn’t hurt you, but I did, and I take responsibility for that,” your gaze falls and he continues, “but if this is too hard, if you don’t want to do this, if you’re still angry, like you have every right to be—”

“I do,” the words leave your lips, “I do want to work with this case with you — it’s just—” you break off. You had meticulously tucked away any feelings for Rafael Barba away along with any reminder of him, including the man himself. It was easy, it was clearcut, but this wasn’t easy — because now your feelings were leaking, slipping from your careful control, and where there was a leak, there was a flood. And you were bound to get hurt.

“It’s hard,” he swallows, and you blink.

“It’s hard for you?” the words leave your lips harshly, and he flinches, “I didn’t mean—”

“No,” he gives a rueful smile, “I deserved that, after everything I put you through,” he shrugs, pressing his lips together, “I did love you, I did, I was just afraid.”

“What were you so afraid of?”

And he shakes his head, “I saw so many relationships fall apart around me — my own, my parents, our cases—” he breaks off, “I didn’t want us to hate each other, I didn’t want to regret you,” a bitter chuckle leaves his lips, “but you ended up regretting me.”

You frown, “I don’t regret you,” and his brow furrows, “You’re surprised by that?”

“If I were you...I’d regret me,” and you sigh, hands wringing under your desk.

“Rafael, I loved you, even though it hurt, I can’t regret that. Do I wish things turned out differently? Maybe, but,” your voice softens, glancing at the picture of Sonny on your desk, and you gesture around you, shrugging, “it also got me to where I am.”

And you know you should tell him — you should tell him that you’ve moved on, you should tell him that you’re with Sonny, but the words are lodged in the back of your throat, and you can’t bring yourself to say them before he’s already speaking.

“Well,” he clears his throat, licking his lips, before smiling, “I’m glad, for that much at least,” and he sits back again, “So—”

“So?”

“Are we taking this to trial?” and you bite your lip — jury nullification was a risky move — for both the policy ramifications and the risk involved — but, that wasn’t your responsibility anymore, your duty and your only duty is to your client.

“Are you sure this is what Mr. Davis wants?” and Rafael nods.

“I would give you his exact words, but there are some obscenities,” and you snort, shaking your head.

“And you’re sure about putting him on the stand?”

“Not at all,” he scoffs, “he’s questionable at best, and a loose cannon at worst.”

You rub your temples, “That’s going to play well during cross,”

“We’ll prep him well — let’s just get through arraignment,” he sighs, flipping to a fresh page, “Carisi is going to ask for remand, how should we play it?”

“We ask for R.O.R. — he’s a father of a young girl who was just raped and impregnated, he’s a decorated veteran who needs physical therapy, and he’s not a flight risk.”

Rafael chuckles, “And when we don’t get it?”

“Honestly, I’ll take anything over remand,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “we should schedule a psych eval, start on gathering information on his tours, interview character witnesses and especially those who can testify to what he saw—” your words fall short when you see Rafael is smiling, “what?”

“Nothing,” he waves you off, pressing the tip of his pen to his lips, “Go on.”

And you blink, before going on — not noticing the way his smile returned when your eyes fell away.

Running late from the office — be there soon. Your text comes in just as Sonny’s food arrives at the table, and he’s about to order for you when a voice draws his attention away.

“Mr. Carisi,” Sonny’s head snaps up his phone to find Jack McCoy smiling at him, “am I interrupting?”

His mouth is dry, and he shakes his head, “No, not at all,” he gestures for him to join him, and Jack does, not bothering to look at a menu, “so I suppose this isn’t a social call?”

“I wanted to ask your progress on the Davis case,” he crosses his arms.

And he blinks, wondering why he hadn’t bothered to ask whether you had told his boss if a) you two were dating, and b) if he knew you were on this case, “Discovery is ongoing — I’ve handed my materials over per the new discovery rules within 15 days, and now I’m waiting on the defense to turn over their evidence.”

Jack shakes his head, “New York law catching up with the modern days — a damn fine day for defense attorneys — before we could sandbag the day before, not that I ever did that,” he gives a wry smile, before his eyes fall to Sonny’s phone, vibrating, “you need to get that?”

“No, sir,” Sonny waves it off, “What’s your interest in the Davis case?”

“Well, I am your boss, I’m interested in all your cases,” he replies, before smiling, “I did hear who the defense attorneys for the case are.”

And Sonny picks at his food, “Oh?”

“I am just curious how prepared you are to tackle a case against both of your old mentors,” Jack says, as Sonny chooses then to sip at his drink, “and your partner for that matter.”

He chokes, “Who—”

“It was obvious — at least to me,” Jack shrugs, “don’t pretend you haven’t heard the rumors about me,” he adds, furrowing his brow, “one piece of advice, son—”

“We are planning on disclosing to the judge—”

“Not that,” he says sharply, “you’ve been good together — the two of you. But it’s easy to let a case get between you,”

“Is this about Diana Hawthorne?”

And Jack raises an eyebrow, “Did—”

“Rumor mill isn’t just about me, sir,” he shrugs, “I heard it a while ago, that case was tough,”

“Made tougher by our relationship,” he sighs, “I think sometimes if we hadn’t been together, maybe things—” he cuts off, “my point is, you two have done a good job of keeping professional and personal from mixing so far, but when you both start bringing this case home—”

“We won’t,” Sonny says, and Jack raises an eyebrow, “we won’t.”

And Jack relaxes, before shoving his hands in his pockets, “How long have you two been—”

“Over a year now,” Jack smiles softly.

“Are you both happy?”

And is he happy? When he’s with you, he feels at peace for once — the world and its horrors slipping away, until he feels nothing but you in his arms. You challenge him to grow — even when he doesn’t want to. And he would do anything for you — he would give you the life you wanted, give the family you want, give you his best — if only he could give you the same peace you give him.

“We are,” Sonny smiles softly, hand slipping into his pocket, thumbing the ring box in his pocket, “in fact—”

“Hey,” you arrive, glancing between him and Jack, furrowing your brow — and he knows you hadn’t told Jack, “Jack, Sonny — what a—”

“Cat’s out of the bag, sweetheart,” Sonny slips his arm around your waist, and you tilt your head, before realization washes over you, relaxing into his touch, “care to join us?”

“You’ll be joining him,” Jack slips from the booth, “like I said, this wasn’t a social call,” he smiles between the two of you, “we should set up a lunch.”

“Will do,” you nod, “I’ll call you."

With a nod, he leaves, and you slip into the booth beside him, "Hi," you kiss him, "menu?"

"I would have ordered for you, but I got interrupted,” and you bump his shoulder.

You snort, “I wouldn’t have ordered if my boss was grilling me about my relationship,”

“You didn’t tell him?

“Should I have?” he’s frowning, and you’re shaking your head, “it’s not that I didn’t want to,” you bite your lip, “sorry, I’m not explaining this well,” you sigh, placing the menu down, “it’s just Jack had me and Rafael figured out from the second we…”

Sonny is shaking his head, sipping at his drink, “Yeah, well looks like not much has changed,”

“Well, he didn’t exactly approve of me and Rafael, which is why I was worried what he’d say to you,” you purse your lips, shifting in your seat, “did he say anything?”

Sonny pauses, “No I don’t think so,” and Sonny’s biting back a smile, remembering Jack’s words — he approved.

And now you’re bumping his shoulder, “Why so smug, counselor?”

“No reason,” and you’re stealing one of his fries, “I’m just glad I’m not on his bad side.”

“No one would want to be,” you say as the waiter comes order, taking your order, as well as the menu from your hand.

“Did you tell him?”

“Jack? I just told—”

“No, I mean,” he licks his lips, “did you tell Rafael that we were dating?”

And he was hoping he wouldn’t see your brow knit together like that, see your fingers wringing in your lap, “I didn’t,”

His mouth is dry, and he’s turning his body to face you, “Why?”

“I didn’t know how to bring it up — to just say, ‘by the way, I’m dating Sonny, just thought you should know,’” and doubt begins to creep in, “we were trying to keep things professional—”

“I understand,” and your lips are twisting and he knows you don’t believe him — hell, he doesn’t believe him.

“Do you want me to tell him?” and he doesn’t know what to say — he wants him to know, but why does he want him to know? You weren’t his property — he didn’t own you, he knew you wouldn’t do anything. He trusted you.

Didn’t he?

“I’ll tell him, Sonny,” and Sonny’s gaze snaps to you, “he’s picking up files from me at the office, and I’ll let him know—” Sonny opens his mouth, but you cut him off with his lips, “we have to disclose to the judge on Monday anyway before jury selection, it’s necessary.”

“I don’t want to make you—”

“I know,” you silence him with another kiss, soft, comforting, and his guilt settles, instead peace seeps in, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” his heart warms, as the waitress brings over your meal, and Sonny’s check, and he checks his watch, “and I gotta go. See you tonight?” and you shake your head.

“I got to work late tonight and I have arraignments early in the morning — but I get off early tomorrow and I’ll be waiting to make it up to you,” you kiss him again, before pressing chaste kisses along his jaw.

“Looking forward to that,” and he wants to ask — ask why you won’t consider moving in, why you brush it off, and the question burns on his lips, until the words are seared into his tongue — but he doesn’t, “call me?”

“I will,” and he kisses you one last time, before slipping from the booth.

And he wonders, fingers finding the velvet box in his pocket — if you won’t move in with him, will you even marry him?

Can you do me a favor? Rafael’s text comes in as soon as you’re leaving from court, and you’re sighing at your phone screen.

And another: Please?

He really must be desperate. What’s up?

Can you drop the files off somewhere for me? I can’t make it to your office today — something came up.

Is something wrong?

Only with my mother’s cable service — they were supposed to be by today to disconnect the service.

You snort, Then sue them.

Civil is not my area of expertise, and then he adds, but I may be willing to learn if they take any longer. Can you please drop the files off?

You raise an eyebrow — ‘please’ — he really must be desperate.

You bite your lip — you wanted to get home early, but you also needed to tell Rafael about you and Sonny. You glance at the time, sighing, before replying to him.

I’ll drop by with the files — text me the address now.

A tax ride later — you had arrived at a place you thought you would never be again. You couldn’t but stare at the door of Lucia’s place. You had been here five years ago — first and last time you had met his mother. And it was the first time you had realized you had to break up with Rafael.

It was over the moment you left here — even though neither of you wanted to admit it. His kisses could no longer patch your heart because it was no longer cracked — it was broken.

But it didn’t make it any easier to leave him.

You shake yourself from your thoughts, knocking on the door — but you had.

And so did he.

You hear his voice from within the apartment — a muffled coming — and some stumbling, until finally you hear the telltale sounds of the chain, bolt, and locks.

He opens the door, wiping his face with a towel — and he’s clean shaven. And you blink — he smiles at you, the very same smile he always gave you, “You shaved,”

“And you’re observant,” and he finds you staring at him, “Does it look bad?”

“No, no,” he steps aside, letting you inside the apartment, before shutting the door and locking it, “you look good.”

And his lips are curving in a grin now, “I look good?”

Your cheeks burn — always a dog with a bone, “Don’t push your luck, Barba,”

“Ouch,” he snorts, “you used to be much more accommodating to my self-esteem.”

“That was when I worked with you,” you cross your arms, taking a survey of the apartment — more boxes than apartment at this point, you could barely take a step before tripping, “men work better with their ego stroked,” You find your way to the kitchen table — his makeshift office from the looks of it — complete with two cups of coffee, “Old habits die hard, huh?”

“They often do,” he sips at the coffee, holding it by the rim with the tips of his fingers, “everyone is allowed to have their vices.”

“And here is your other one—” you pull the files from your bag, “I brought everything you asked for — you should be well prepped for jury selection.”

He nods, flipping through the materials, “You’ll be there right?”

“Of course,” you blink, “any reason you ask?”

“I may run a little late on Monday, but it shouldn’t be an issue—” Rafael waves it off, before setting it down, “can I make you a cup of coffee to thank you?”

You offer a small smile, “No, I probably should get home, but I’ll see you on Monday,” and you swallow your nerves, squeezing the handle of your bag, “but there is something I wanted to tell you—”

And that’s when you hear the lock clicking, “Rafi, how many times have I told you to just leave the door unlocked?” heels clicking against the hardwood, arms full of bags. Rafael slips from his chair, rounding the kitchen table.

“And how many times have I told you that’s not safe?” he replies, taking the bags from her arms, and then she spots you, blinking, “Mami, you remember—”

“Oh!” she walks over, pulling you into a tight hug, “it’s so wonderful to see you again, dear,”

“Lucia, it’s great to see you too,” you smile, awkwardness smoothed over the warmth of her smile, as her hands found yours, squeezing, “it’s been far too long.”

“I’ll say,” she shoots a glare at her son, before her eyes find yours and soften again, “I had warned him not to let you get away, and did he listen?”

Rafael is rubbing his temple, “Mami, please—”

“Oh,” she looks between the two of you, raising a brow, “if you’re here does that mean—”

“No,” he clears his throat, the tips of his ears red now, “I told you we’re on this case together. I needed some files dropped off—”

“You must join us for lunch,” and both you and Rafael open your mouths, “I insist, please. This will be the last time for a while I will be up north for a bit. Let me impose.”

And your eyes flicker between Rafael and his mother, before Rafael speaks, “We can’t impose on any plans—”

“I’ll stay,” and his eyes fall on you, as your phone feels heavier in your pocket with guilt — knowing you would be late, “it’s fine, how can I say no?”

Lucia squeezes your hand. And how could you say no to this?

After lunch, you’re helping Lucia clean up, when Rafael is in the bathroom, washing the dishes while she dried, “Are you looking forward to moving down to Florida?”

“I am, even though I’ll miss my work and my students,” she sighs, her shoulders much lighter, “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life living the same — I want to have time for myself, I want to experience new things, not like my mother,” her voice grows smaller, the plates clinking in the dish rack, “I don’t know how much Rafael told you about her—”

“I knew that she had passed, while Rafael and I were together,” he had been a mess — he wasn’t sleeping, he was barely eating, you had to ply him to get him away from the office —- when he wasn’t working, he was drinking. He had blamed himself for his grandmother’s death for so long — and even now you wondered if he had ever stopped, “she was a wonderful woman.”

“I wish you could have met her,” she sniffs, “she would have loved you,” and you nod, silent, and you feel her eyeing you, “what happened with you and Rafi anyway?”

“It just didn’t work out,” you knew she wasn’t going to let it go that easily.

“You two loved each other,” Lucia replies, “that just doesn’t go away.”

And you did — you had loved him, you would have married him, you would have started a family with him — but he didn’t want that. And you did.

“It doesn’t,” you wanted to brush it off, you wanted to tell her you were with someone else, you wanted to say something to make her stop pushing, but you couldn’t, “I did love your son, Lucia. I really did, but it wasn’t the right time for us.”

“You made him happy—happier than I’ve ever seen him, even now,” and you meet her gaze, “you can’t tell me you don’t feel something for him now? Can you?”

And you waver, no words coming to mind, “Lucia, I—”

But then the bathroom door is creaking open, and you jolt, continuing to wash dishes, tongue tied and cheeks burning in shame — why didn’t you mention Sonny? Why didn’t you just tell her you loved someone else? But another question nagged at you, as the object of the question appeared before you — and you turned at the sound of your name to find him smiling at you.

Why couldn’t you say that you didn’t have feelings for Rafael?

“Ma, we should probably let your hostage go now,” he tilts his head, hands in his pockets, “I’m sorry if we stepped on your plans—”

You clear your throat, “No, no, it’s fine—” And you move to grab your coat and bag, “but I really should get going.”

Lucia holds out her arms, wrapping you in a hug, “It was wonderful to see you dear,”

“You too,” you smiled, despite the interrogation that rivaled your son’s, “if I don’t see you again, please have a safe trip to Florida,”

“Thank you, and good luck on your case,” she presses a kiss to your cheek, as Rafael stands by, arms crossed.

“I’ll walk you out,” he nods at his mom, before slipping out of the apartment with you, as the door clicks behind you, and he walks you to the elevator, “I’m sorry my mom shanghaied you—”

“It’s fine,” you wave him off, as you press the call button, “I enjoy being shanghaied when it involves your mom’s cooking,”

“But still, I don’t want you to think that was my intention—”

“Rafael?” you cut him off, “it’s fine.”

And the elevator dings, the doors sliding open, “Are you sure?”

You smile at him, sighing, stepping in, “If it’s not, I’ll just sue you,” and he scoffs, “I’ll see you Monday, Raf.”

The nickname slips out before you can help it, and the doors close shut, as you step back, back of your head leaning against the wall.

What the fuck were you doing?

~~~

Rafael slips back inside, shutting the door behind him, “So what was that stunt you pulled to get—”

“How much of our conversation did you hear?” Lucia replies, wiping her hands off, and crossing her arms. His gaze softens, “you still have a chance, mijo.”

“Mami—”

She finds her way over to her son, “Do you miss—”

He sighs, “You know I do,” but he shakes his head, turning away from her, “but it’s over, I can’t cross that line again—”

“Can’t or won’t?” she places her hands on her hips, “you heard us — couldn’t deny having feelings for you still, and you — I’ve seen you since you’ve been working the case, you’re happier.”

And he doesn’t want to admit it — it hurt to see you again, after you had rejected him, but more because of the way he had treated you. You were a reminder of yet another way he had failed, but also a reminder that he wanted to be so much better. And he did, and he was.

He wasn’t the same person — he had grown, and so had you.

And maybe, for once the timing was right — your mouth wrapped around his nickname, the way it used to be, still ringing in his ears.

He turns to face his mother, “Now I’ll ask one more time, did you hear our conversation?”

And he smiles, “I heard everything.”

And he knew what he had to do.

“Where is your co-counsel?” Judge Harper asks sharply, and you stand twisting your fingers, “Counselor—”

“I apologize, Your Honor,” you are texting Rafael for the sixth time, asking him where he is, “Mr. Barba is not responding to my attempts to get into contact with him. He had told me he may be a little late—” not twenty minutes late, but— “if you could give us a few more minutes—”

“The People have no objection,” Sonny adds, sparing you a sympathetic look.

“Even so, this is wasting the jurors’ time,” Judge Harper sighs, “Can you proceed without him?”

Fuck — you still needed to disclose to Judge Harper.

Proceeding without disclosure would be a violation of your duties, and your eyes slide to Sonny who purses his lips, not to mention Sonny’s. Well no time like the present, “Yes, but I would like to enter chambers before then,”

Judge Harper blinks, but agrees, rising to enter her chambers, and just as you round the defense table, Rafael arrives through the double doors, harried and rushing, “I apologize, Your Honor, I—”

And he's glancing at all of you on your feet, halfway across the courtroom floor, and Judge Harper speaks first, "You're just in time to join us in chambers, counselor,”

Rafael’s eyes flicker between you and Sonny, a questioning brow raised, but he follows, and your heart sinks.

Fuck.

He needed to know — you just didn’t want him to find out this way. You had opportunities — you had your chance, and you had lost it.

Just like he lost his — with you.

The doors close behind you, as Judge Harper settles behind her desk for a moment, “Now, what is this about?”

The uncomfortable feeling of everyone’s gaze settles over you, and Rafael’s gaze feels sharper than the others.

But why did it feel sharper?

It had been years since you had been together, years since you had ever— and why would he care if you were dating Carisi? Why did it feel like his gaze was carving into your mind and he could see the truth written across your forehead? But you still didn’t know — you didn’t know why you cared.

Why did you care?

Your throat was tight, and you still couldn’t think of an answer to your own question.

“I wanted to disclose something — something that’s already been disclosed to my client with his consent in writing from the very start,” you swallow the lump in your throat, unable to meet Rafael’s eyes,

“We wanted to disclose,” Sonny cuts in, “We were waiting for the trial to start, since we didn’t find any need to disclose to the arraignment judge, since Mr. Barba and I handled that.”

“Disclose what?” And you still can’t bring yourself to look at Rafael.

You hand her the paperwork, glancing at Sonny, “I’m currently in a relationship with A.D.A. Carisi.”

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagines #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi imagines #law and order svu #svu imagines #svu #law and order: svu

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certifiedmarkleetrash · 4 years

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songs that make me feel like a main character (includes kpop)

*I made this playlist on spotify, I know I could link it, but I know some of these songs do not tickle everyone’s fancy. ALSO, I listen to a wide range of music (kpop, pop, rock, etc., so its kind of everywhere*

*added the Spotify link*

Please feel free to suggest songs that make you feel like a main character, I would love to listen to them!

I may or may not get some of these songs off of tik tok and if you work at Aeropostale, you might recognize a lot of these songs

I will add new songs too!

Girls in Bikinis - Poppy

12345SEX- UPSAHL

Zombie (English Ver.) - DAY6

Afraid -DAY6

1 to 10 - DAY6

Love me or Leave me - DAY6

Day and Night - DAY6

Stay Tonight - Chungha

Lies - Will Jay

Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

Electric Love - BORNS (yes I know the dude is problematic but this song is a main character bop)

Dark Paradise (Parov Stelar Remix) - Lana Del Rey, Parov Stelar

Wildflower - 5SOS

No Shame - 5SOS

Role Model - Phoenix

On My Own - 3LAU, Nevve

In Degrees - Foals

No Going Back - Yuno

Fading Youth - Punctual

Maybe You’re the Reason - The Japanese House

The Hype - LEISURE

All For Us - Labrinth, Zendaya

Sundress - A$AP Rocky

Dang! - Mac Miller, Anderson .Paak

Ladders - Mac Miller

Best Friend - Sofi Tukker, NERVO, The Knocks, et al.

Swan Song - Dua Lipa

Rocket Girl - Lemaitre, Betty Who

Graffiti - CHVRCHES

I Think I’m OKAY - Machine Gun Kelly, YUNGBLUD, Travis Barker

So What - LOONA

Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

Sexy, Free & Single - Super Junior

The Chaser - INFINITE

Treat People With Kindness - Harry Styles

That’s The Way It Is - Daniel Lanois

She - Harry Styles

To Be So Lonely - Harry Styles

Falling - Harry Styles

Psycho - Red Velvet

Adore You - Harry Styles

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

Golden - Harry Styles

But, Honestly - Foo Fighters

Spark - Taeyeon

365247 - DAY6

Deep In Love - DAY6

It’s Okay To Cry - SOPHIE

Lights Up - Harry Styles

My Body - Young the Giant

False God - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

The Archer - Taylor Swift

WHO DO U LOVE? - Monsta X, French Montana

FACE - Woosung

Best Part - DAY6

Wanna Go Back - DAY6

Time of Our Life - DAY6

Awkward Silence - Stray Kids

Illusion - ATEEZ

CROOKED - GDRAGON

Don’t Need Your Love - NCT Dream, HRVY

ME - CLC

gogobebe - Mamamoo

Bon Bon Chocolat - EVERGLOW

Photograph - Def Leppard

Butterfly - LOONA

WANT - Taemin (bop of 2019, fight me)

We Must Love - ONF (stan ONF you cowards)

Youth of the Nation - P.O.D.

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

Sassy Me - Red Velvet

My My My! - Troye Sivan

Anybody Out There - Young Mister

Bloom - Troye Sivan

Shout - Tears For Fears

We Are The World - U.S.A. For Africa (can we do a reprise of this for the pandemic PLEASE)

Hysteria - Def Leppard

Livin’ On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Woman - BoA

Replay (PM 01:27) - NCT 127

1, 2. 3! - Seungri (I hate you seungri, rot in prison, I also hate you put a bop this good)

SEE SEA - Hyolyn

NANANA - IMFACT

I’m Not Afraid - Holland (stan Holland YOU COWARDS)

BLUE MOON - Kyeongri

1, 2, 3 - NCT Dream

Beautiful Feeling - DAY6

Naughty Boy - PENTAGON (okay but who else cried rtk ep 3)

Seesaw - Suga of BTS

Euphoria - Jungkook of BTS

HANN (Alone) - (G)-IDLE

Youngblood - 5SOS

Now or Never - SF9 (bop of 2018 I will fight you on this)

Taking Off - ONE OK ROCK

What’s Good - SVT Rap Unit

Take What You Want - ONE OK ROCK, 5SOS

SUNSET - Kim Donghan

Better Better - DAY6

Feeling Good - DAY6

We Are - ONE OK ROCK

Something New - Taeyeon

Forever Young - BLACKPINK

Take Me Higher - A.C.E.

Spotlight - Pristin V

Good Evening - SHINee

Needing/Getting - OK Go

This Too Shall Pass - OK Go

Call Your Name - JBJ

Trigger - VIXX

Shine - Pentagon (okay but also bop of 2018, and ptg should of gotten their first win with this song, ROBBED)

Egoist - Olivia Hye of LOONA, Jinsoul of LOONA

LIKEY - Twice

I Wait - DAY6

I Smile - DAY6

I Loved You - DAY6

INTRO: Neo Got My Back - NCT

BOSS - NCT U

THANKS - Seventeen

Bad Boy - Red Velvet

LOVE SCENARIO - iKON

Take The Dive - Jonghyun

Heroine - Sunmi

Greedy - Ariana Grande

She Is - Jonghyun

Born Hater - Epik High, Beenzino, Verbal Jint, et al.

Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

new - Yves of LOONA

I Just - Red Velvet

Crazy Sexy Cool - ASTRO

Callin’ - A.C.E.

ON/OFF - ONF (stan [and I cannot emphasize this enough] ONF you cOwArDs)

I’M THE ONE - MXM

MOVE - Taemin

Sting - Stellar

You & I - One Direction

Ride - Lana Del Rey

Pied Piper - BTS

Like This - Pentagon

Don’t Know You - HEIZE

LOVE ME LOVE ME - WINNER

Story of My Life - One Direction

Act My Age - One Direction

Clouds - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Girl Almighty - One Direction

Don’t Hold Me - DMEANOR, Swings

What U Do? - EXO

You Better Know - Red Velvet

View - SHINee

Singing In The Rain - Jinsoul of LOONA

Long Road to Ruin - Foo Fighters

My Hero - Foo Fighters

Will - Jeong Jinwoon, Tiger JK

Really Really - WINNER

I - Taeyeon, Verbal Jint

Why - Taeyeon

WAKE ME UP - B.A.P.

I Got Love - Taeyeon

Deepened - Brave Girls

Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters

Walk - Foo Fighters

Everlong - Foo Fighters

Into the New World - SNSD

Wheels - Foo Fighters

Come on Get Higher - Matt Nathanson

Wonderwall - Oasis

Alone - Heart

Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue

God is a woman - Ariana Grande

Maker - Big Wild

Me and Michael - MGMT

Are You Bored Yet? - Wallows, Clairo

God’s Menu - Stray Kids

fever dream - mxmtoon

Prom Queen - Beach Bunny

Close - Nick Jonas, Tove Lo

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whattodowithace · 3 years

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For 아빠 (A.C.E)

Title: For 아빠

Pairing: A.C.E x Reader

Genre: Fluff; Dad!A.C.E

Word Count: 2,881 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop [Lio]

Summary: When their kids want to do something for them.

*****

Donghun

Donghun had been busy a lot recently. Him and Jun had been practicing for an upcoming show that they were attending together and that meant he would get home pretty late most night, definitely after his daughter had gone to bed. She would see him just long enough in the mornings to give him a kiss before he left for more practice.

She missed her dad dearly and asked her mom if she could do something for him.

"What do you want to do for daddy?"

"I don't want him to be lonely." She says with a small pout, one that mimicked Donghun's perfectly and made her mom smile fondly.

His daughter ran into her room, rummaging through her belongings before finding what she wanted. She rushes back to her mom, holding out the item with both hands in front of her face.

"Can we give him this so he's not lonely?" Their daughter asks as she holds out a plush brown bear in her hands. "He can watch daddy while he practices."

"Daddy would love that." Her mom smiles at her daughter as she pulls her into her lap. "Let's take it to daddy at lunch, we will bring him his favorite."

When they arrive at the practice room, they quickly maneuver the halls, finding the correct practice room where Donghun and Jun sat, taking a small break. The two girls enter, Donghun's daughter sprinting towards him to fall into his lap, hugging him around the neck before either singer could process the moment.

Donghun let out an oof as he smiled, hugging her back. "What brings you here, Little Princess?"

"We didn't want you to be lonely." His daughter confesses cutely as she holds the bear out to Donghun. "He's going to watch you practice."

"But this is your bear." Donghun looks at his daughter with puppy eyes.

"He's yours now." She tells him, leaving the bear in his lap. "He will watch you and Junhee now and keep you company. I don't want you to be lonely and he makes me feel better so he will make you feel better too." She smiles up at Donghun, making his heart clench in love.

"Mommy brought lunch too!" She states excitedly. "She brought some for you too, Junhee." The little girl paddles over to Jun, giving him a hug as well as he smiles down at her in his lap.

"That's very nice of you both to come visit." Jun smiles.

"We came for daddy but we will say hi to you too." This makes Donghun laugh as he picks her up, Jun looking on in shock at her words.

"Let's go eat, Little Princess."

Seyoon

His daughter never said a lot, but she always missed Seyoon when he was busy. She cared a lot about both her parents and always wanted to do stuff for them. Seyoon was currently at the broadcasting station about to perform their comeback song on tv. He had come home to sleep at night and had breakfast with them every morning, but she still missed Seyoon.

She came out of her room, seeing her mom on the couch with a book in her hands as her fingers traced the pages carefully as she read. She climbs the couch, a big feat for her tiny frame, and crawls into her moms lap.

“Hey Sweetie.” Her mom greets her, immediately putting her book away to give her full attention to her daughter.

“Where’s daddy?” She asks as she look up at her mom.

“He’s going to be in tv tonight so he’s recording.” Her mom explains as she begins brush her fingers through her daughter’s hair, getting the small tangled that had formed over the day.

“I have something for him.” She says as she reaches in her pocket, pulling out a bracelet that she had made.

The beads were lava rocks stringed along a stretchy thread, tied loosely to fit a bigger wrist. It was very well done and made her mom’s heart swell with pride.

“He’s going to love it.” She smiles at her daughter, holding the bracelet eye level.

“Can I give it to him now?” She asks, eyes hopeful.

Her mom thinks for a moment, knowing if they go it would have to be quick, but it might be nice for him to get this before going on stage.

“Okay, but we can’t stay long, daddy has to work.”

She runs smiles slightly, running to get ready.

It was easy to get into the broadcasting station, they were given visitor passes a long time ago by Seyoon. He told them they could come anytime and he’d make sure they could get in. It was a quick flash of the pass and they entered. Her mom read directions and signs to get to the correct waiting room, the one reading ‘A.C.E’.

The two knock on the door. After hearing a ‘come in’ they enter, being greeted by ace and the staff tasked to help with hair and make up. Seyoon’s face lights up as he sees them, standing quickly to go hug them.

“This is a surprise.” He whispers in his wife’s ear, making her smile widen.

“It gets better.” She whispers back at him, looking down at their daughter

The other members come to say hi as Seyoon leans down to be at the same height as his daughter.

“I’m happy to see you sweetie.”

“I brought you something.” Her small voice only traveling to his ears and no one else’s.

His smile widens as she holds her hands over each other, hiding something between them.

“Can you close your eyes, please?”

Seyoon smiles at her politeness and does as told. He holds his hands out in instinct, feeling her small ones rest in his palm before an item escapes her hands and falls into his. Her hands leave his as she giggled quietly.

“Okay you can open your eyes.”

Seyoon’s eyes flutter open as he looks to his hands, seeing the bracelet she had made. His face starts to hurt from his smile as he puts the bracelet on.

“You made this for me?”

“I did and look!” She holds up her own wrist to show a matching bracelet.

Seyoon hugs her quickly. “Thank you sweetheart.” He whispers into her hair.

“Do you like it, daddy?”

“I love it.”

And it showed by how much he wore it. He would wear it everyday, only taking it off to sleep, exercise or practice, not wanting it to break. He even wore it on stage that day, making his daughter giggle uncontrollably when it appeared in tv that night.

Byeongkwan

Music played in the living room, a familiar tune traveling through the small apartment. Byeongkwan’s son was hard at work, dancing to an ACE song. His mom came in, giggling at his big movements and his outrageous facial expressions.

“What are you doing?” She asks her son as she sits in the floor next to him to get a perfect view of his dancing.

“I’m dancing like daddy.”

She giggled as he continues the moves to the very complicated ‘Favorite Boys’ choreography. “You’re practice has payed off! You’re dancing so well!”

The young boy stops to smile at his mom before running over to her.

“Mommy, I want to show daddy.” He says in a shy voice, his eyes down to the floor.

“You want to show daddy your dance?”

“Yea so I can dance with him. He really likes when I dance with him and I want to make him happy.”

“Aw sweetheart that’s so sweet.” She brings him into her arms, hugging him close as he does the same. “Daddy will love that.”

“When does he come home?”

She looks at the clock that hung on the wall, the time reading 6:00 pm. “He will be home in two hours.”

“I have to keep practicing.” He states soundly as he stands from his mother’s embrace. “Will you practice with me mommy?”

“Of course I will baby.”

8:00 pm rolls by, the dancing pair sweaty messes from their extensive practicing.

“I have to get on a cool outfit!” Byeongkwan’s son explains as he runs to his room, making his mom laugh.

She decides to clean up herself before Byeongkwan came home, going to her room as well.

It wasn’t long after that the apartment door made a sound, indicating it unlocking. Byeongkwan comes in, being greeted by his wife as she wraps her arms around him to kiss him in greeting.

“How’s my baby doing?” He asks as he smiles at her fondly.

She hums in response. “How’s my baby doing?”

“Much better now that I’m home.”

“It’s about to get much better.”

Byeongkwan quirks an eyebrow at her as she pulls away, confusion settling in him as she goes to their son’s room. Byeongkwan begins to follow before they both come from the room, his son dressed in his suit he only wears for special occasion.

“Daddy!” He runs to hug Byeongkwan, making Byeongkwan smile widely.

“You look sharp, Buddy.”

“I have a surprise for you.”

Byeongkwan watches his son go to the tv, pulling up a familiar song to the rapper. His smile continues to widen as the video loads, the first words coming through the speakers as his son starts to mimic his own movements.

His son hits the movements, they are wild for a five year old, but definitely impressive for his age. Byeongkwan feels pride swell in his chest as his wife stand next to him, her hand encasing his as they watch their son make the final movements. They both clap enthusiastically as their son bows in his tiny suit.

“You learned that dance by yourself?” Byeongkwan asks with excitement as his son waddles to him.

“Mommy helped.” His son expresses as he gives a thumbs up to his mom.

Byeongkwan mouths an I love you to his wife before looking back at his son.

“Can we dance it together?” His son asks, to which Byeongkwan agrees to immediately.

The two danced for hours, trying different songs and eventually changing to dance in pajamas. It became a regular thing for Byeongkwan to come home and dance with his son and it became common for Byeongkwan to bring his son to the dance practice room to help him practice for upcoming comebacks.

Chan

Chan and his wife were resting in bed on the Saturday morning. They had gotten up earlier than their son and decided to just rest in each other’s company before he awoke. They cuddled kissed each other to their hearts content, normally being told off by their son.

They had just pulled away from a kiss when their son walks into their room and climbs onto the bed.

“You can’t leave this room until I tell you to come out, okay?” He asks for clarification as he stares deep into their eyes.

His mother laughs, nodding as she continues to hold Chan’s hand under the blanket. Their son scurries off, closing their door as he goes. The couple look at each other and laugh, Chan’s infectious laugh traveling throughout the room.

“What do you think he’s doing?” Chan asks her in a whisper, their breaths mingling from their close proximity.

“I think it might have something to do with watching you cook the other day.”

"Let's hope he does better than me at least." Chan giggles as he nuzzles back into the covers.

Their son walks back into the room, jumping on the bed to announce his arrival.

"Daddy, it's ready." He giggles, one similar to Chan, as he bounces repeatedly on top of Chan.

Chan rises from bed, picking up his son and carrying him into the other room, both of their laughter filling the apartment. When Chan enters the kitchen, he sees that his wife was right about her suspicion. Thankfully, Chan's hope also appeared to be correct as the breakfast his son made looked better than anything Chan had ever attempted.

"This is for me and mommy?" Chan asks his son as he sits down, his son sitting on his lap.

His son nods in excitement as he waits for Chan to try his masterpiece. Chan takes a bite, gasping dramatically as it hits his tastebuds.

"You must be a professional chef." Chan shakes his head as he savors the taste.

"I am." His son smiles as he begins to eat his own portion he had prepared.

"We have to get mommy." Chan announces before picking his son up again to go get his wife so they could both brag about their son's amazing cooking skills.

Jun

Their mom was in the living room, reading a book while the twins played amongst themselves in their playroom. It was rare for quiet times like this, but she took the most of them because they never lasted long.

"Mommy, can we go to the pet store?" Her daughter asks in a soft voice, her tentativeness bleeding through.

"Why do you want to go there?" Her mom asks as she sets her book to the side, her full attention on her daughter.

"We need to get daddy a puppy!" Her son yells through the house, running and crashing into his mother's lap as he rests his hands on her shoulders to look at her.

"Why is daddy getting a puppy?"

"Because he misses Lion and he needs a new puppy." Her daughter explains as she joins her brother on their mom's lap, their pleading eyes looking at her.

"If daddy had a new puppy wouldn't Lion be sad?"

The twins look at each other, their eyes holding tears at the thought of Lion being sad.

"Then what do we get daddy to show him we love him?" Her son asks with a sniffle, tears threatening to spill at any second.

Their mom feels tears well up in her eyes as she watches her children sniffle in front of her.

"Oh sweetheart, daddy already knows you love him." She wipes the tears that begin falling over their cheeks, trying her hardest to keep from crying at the sight of their tears.

"But we want to show him." Her daughter sobs, the tears full force now as they cry into their mother's chest.

She holds them both as she rocks them, holding them until their tears subside before suggesting an idea.

"What if we made daddy letters?"

The twins sniffle as they look at her, wiping their eyes to get the left over tears out of their brown eyes.

"Can you teach us how to write 'we love you daddy'?" Her daughter asks, her eyes clear of tears as excitement overtakes them.

"Of course, Sweetie." She smiles brushing their hair back out of their faces. "Come on let's go."

Jun enters the house, hearing giggling coming from the playroom, making a smile appear on his face in an instant at the sound of his children's laughter. He leaves his shoes at the door, shuffling down the hall to see his entire family in the playroom. He comes in and wraps his arms around his wife, his nose settling into her neck as he breathes deeply into her.

"Daddy no!" His daughter screams covering her side of table, his son mirroring her actions making Jun look at the twins in confusion.

His daughter begins crying, ranting about how the surprise is now ruined.

"No! Sweetheart I didn't see anything!" Jun shouts as he covers his eyes with his hands. "I promise!"

"Kids you finish up, I will go distract daddy." Their mom tells them as she pushes Jun out of the room, her hand on his chest making his hands fall to look at the closeness of their bodies.

"How are you going to distract me?" He asks with a goofy smile as he pulls his wife into his arms.

"I can think of something." She whispers as she kisses him on the lips, her arms encasing his waist and pulling him closer to her.

"Okay daddy!" A tiny voice comes from the playroom, pulling the couple apart as Jun watches his kids hand out pieces of paper out to him.

The messy handwriting and oddly proportioned pictures were scattered across the papers, showing both personalities from his twins. He feels tears in his eyes as he looks at the papers, feeling a sense of overwhelming love and joy for his family.

"You made these for me?" He asks, his voice staying calm despite the frog stuck in it.

"We wanted to get you a puppy but we didn't want Lion to be sad." His daughter tells him with a bright smile.

Jun leans down to hug them both, his hands holding their heads against him as he tries to compose himself before facing them again.

"Daddy loves them." He says as he kisses both of their heads.

They cheer as they run off again, going to play amongst themselves again now that they've shown their love.

"We had many tears because Lion would feel replaced with a new puppy." His wife says as she wraps her arms around him again.

"You're a warrior." Jun whispers against her lips as he kisses her again with the papers tight in his fingers.

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cm-top-10 · 3 years

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C.M. Top 10: Powerful &/or Dangerous Items

There are many items I keep stored in times like this. Some that do good, but others that're too dangerous if in the wrong hands. So this ten features the most powerful & dangerous items known to man. & those you don't know what is or what it does, I'll gladly have them explained why.

1. AVP/Aliens - Xenomorph Royal Jelly

Royal Jelly is a unique & rare substance to find anywhere in any galaxy. Only way to find some is on the Xenos' homeworld of Xenomorph Prime or if some idiot &/or mad scientist happens to just stumble upon it somewhere.

But be careful what's dangerous about this stuff is that it has metamorphosis properties that effect only Xenomorphs. Because once a lower class Xenomorph gets their jaws on this stuff or eats enough of it, their body & system go through changes. & once fully morphed that particular Xeno who ate it will turn into a Hive Queen.

But just know other Xenomorphs during the Xeno-Anarchist have fought & killed each other over this stuff ever since their last Queen Mother died. & last I heard it was an enemy Red Xenomorph that ate the stuff to become a Red Queen Mother. So that's how important this ooze is to them, cuz they'll do anything to fill the powergap between the hives. & so far only two colored Xenos have waged war on each other over it.

2. The Dragon Prince - Sunforge Blade

Sunforge Elves are the finest blade makers in all the magik kingdoms of Xadia. But these are no mere knives no, these weapons are made in fires one could never imagine. In fact the blade still remains extremely hot to the touch as soon as it's forging is finished.

Its said to be so hot that it can even burn through walls in one slice. Even the thickest armor or strongest sword doesn't stand a chance to it's burning edges.

& to keep the owner from being burned by their own blade, a special satchel is made to hold it's temperature in check.

So remember kids don't play with hot knives.

3. SDBH - Dark Dragon Balls

Made by Dende against his own free will. Towa saw to it that a special set of Dragon Balls were made by her specifications. Thus the Dark Dragon Balls were born...

However these are no mere wishing orbs. When used they awaken an evil dragon named Dark Shenron who'll grant any evil desire that person wants, through evil content.

Once a wish is made, all seven spread across time & space until they're reunited again. However if so they'll form into the demonic Shadow Dragons of Shenron.

But if they don't the orbs will chose an evil host to attach itself to. Until a warrior is strong enough to take it from them by force. But fair warning, once a being is merged with a Dark Dragon Ball, their power skyrockets into something not seen before.

So be careful what you wish for...

4. Kaijudo/Duel Masters - Choten Armor & the Five Relics

With all five of these relics, the Choten was able to control all five Creature Monarchs in one summon. The Sword of Fiery Cataclysm, the Cloak of Dark Illusion, the Shield of Unity, the Helm of Ultimate Technology & the Heart of Light. When all five are used together, not just creature gods will be controlled. But all creatures of the Veil will be under your command.

But it's the main reason they're too dangerous to leave about. Which was why they were stored away for safe keeping.

5. Transformers Prime - the Dark Star Saber

The Dark Saber is one of Megatron's greatest creations. Though it has not yet slain a Prime, it's still the most powerful weapon he's ever created from Dark Energon.

Like Optimus' Star Saber it can slice through anything, even a mountain. It can even send a powerful slice wave through the air, making it feel like you've been hit by a cutting shockwave.

Though after Starscream's defeat after using the Dark Star Saber, the Autobots smartly locked it away. Where nobody will ever get it. Probably for the best it remains locked away.

6. DC Universe - Blue Lantern Power Battery

Now the reason this little baby is on the list. Is because this Blue Power Battery has enough juice to power up not just Blue Lanterns. But can also full-power a Green Lantern's ring power tenfold!

The blue charge is so powerful it makes a Green Lantern feel like a new man.

Reasons why the Green & Blue Lantern Corps have been allies. & due to the two colors' relationship with each other. That Blue Element energy can surge a Green one's power full blast & can make it's user feel unstoppable.

7. Star Wars - Darksaber

Now this saber has alot of history. & tons of previous owners who just either lost it in battle or just managed to pass it down to someone else. But this saber can only be earned by one-on-one combat only.

& only the strongest shall wield it! Darth Maul was one of the previous owners. Though he was not Mandalorian, he still used it like he was made for it. However this weapon has even lost previous owners over the years.

Most even rumored that those who held it always ended up dead. Which is why not many Mandalorians went looking for it.

& hopefully Mando doesn't end up the same fate & curse...

8. Dofus: Kerub's Bazaar - Ecaflip's Sword of Nine Tails

As weird as this weapon is Ecaflip's Sword of Nine Tails is a powerful weapon. This very sword is what even brought him into godhood.

By sacrificing his nine tails except the one attached to him to this day. He used that very sword to cut the multiple heads of the 9 Headed Hydra during battle. Thus making him a hero to all.

Reasons why this sword is dangerous is because it can literally slice through anything. & it can withstand the burning fires of hell. Which was perfectly made for the battle against the Hydra.

In other words Ecaflip made one hell of a sword!

9. Batman vs. TMNT - Joker Mutagen

What makes this worse than all the other items is that this particular mutagen is a cocktail mixture between the T.G.R.I. mutagen & the A.C.E. chemicals Joker uses to make his infamous Joker Gas. One injection of this vile ooze & you mutate into the last thing you touch, only with a psychotic aftereffect to go with it.

Luckily this stuff was destroyed before it could reach Gotham & mutate it's people into mad mutations.

10. Marvel Universe/Death Battle - the Continuity Stone

For those who don't know about the Continuity Stone, or Canon Stone as most people call it. Was a lost Infinity Stone made the same way as the other 6...well 7 counting this one. Anyway the Continuity Stone has the power to literally rewrite any form of reality it's user, namely Deadpool wants it to be. But what's really dangerous about this stone is that it warps Wade's mind most worst than it already is.

That & he gets carried away sometimes with the reality jacking so best it stays locked up.

Deadpool: AWE!! Come on man! I said I'd use it responsibility!

Wade you're not getting it back till you behave & stop messing with reality. & get off my 4th Wall or I'll tell Harley & Death about last year's Christmas party! 💢

Deadpool: Hmph...fine! (-3-)💢

#C.M. Top 10 #Top 10 #My Top 10 #Dangerous Items #Items #Powerful Items #Xenomorph Royal Jelly #Sunforge Blade #Dark Dragon Ball #the Five Relics #Choten Armor #the Dark Star Saber #Blue Lantern Power Battery #Darksaber #Ecaflip's Sword of Nine Tails #Joker Mutagen #the Continuity Stone #my screenshots #cameraman screenshots

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sanstropfremir · 3 years

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ok this took way longer than i expected because i got sidetracked looking at paintings and reading poetry and just admiring the mv, but it's finally finished!! let's talk about

higher

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i'm going to draw your attention to a few things.

firstly, these verses from rime of the ancient mariner by samuel taylor coleridge, published 1834:

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,

So smoothly it was strewn!

And on the bay the moonlight lay,

And the shadow of the Moon.

The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,

That stands above the rock:

The moonlight steeped in silentness

The steady weathercock.

And the bay was white with silent light,

Till rising from the same,

Full many shapes, that shadows were,

In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow

Those crimson shadows were:

I turned my eyes upon the deck—

Oh, Christ! what saw I there!

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,

And, by the holy rood!

A man all light, a seraph-man,

On every corse there stood.

This seraph-band, each waved his hand:

It was a heavenly sight!

They stood as signals to the land,

Each one a lovely light;

This seraph-band, each waved his hand,

No voice did they impart—

No voice; but oh! the silence sank

Like music on my heart.

secondly, this ivan aivazovsky painting, chaos (the creation), c. 1841:

and thirdly, the memorial of percy shelley, who drowned in a boating accident at age 29, in 1822:

there's a common conflation between the romantic and the pastoral in the general cultural consensus because the pastoral a) has been around as an art term longer than romantic, and b) romanticism does use some similar imagery. but there is a key difference: the pastoral is specfically an idealization of 'the simple shepherding life,' often for high class and urban audiences who have no conception of the details of this life includes. one of the more famous examples is christopher marlowe's a passionate shepherd to his love, published in 1599:

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,

That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow Rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,

With Coral clasps and Amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May-morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me, and be my love.

whereas romanticism is a more pointedly specific movement that was active from around 1800 to 1850, primarily focused on intense emotion and catharsis as the primary experiential output of an artwork. which most prominently manifested in a deep fascination and glorification of the natural environment and historical nostalgia. the movement sprung from the german sturm und drang (literally storm and drive/stress) period of the late 1760s to early 1780s, which was a direct reaction to rationalism and enlightenment. romanticism had similar impulses; it was also a revival of medievalism and a reaction against the looming urban sprawl and mechanization of the industrial revolution. a typical romantic poem from one of the originators of the english movment william wordsworth, composed upon westminster bridge, september 3, 1802, originally published 1807:

Earth has not any thing to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

this romantic fascination with nature was underpinned by the philosophy of the sublime, generally agreed to be first treatised by edmund burke in 1756, the theory was also written about by kant and hegel. in the simplest of terms, the sublime is a quality of greatness beyond calculation, imitation, and human comprehension. the sublime is twofold; the greatness of the ocean is beautiful, but its power is also terrifying, and the experience of the sublime is to feel those two at once. to be in awe and also to be horrified of its ability to sink ships and drown a life in a tempermental change of tide.

let's take a quick detour to talk about

clothing

in the present day we have become much more lax thanks to the aesthetic movement in the late nineteenth century, but back in the early victorian period there are still highly structured rules about when and what clothing one can wear in public. and the clothing itself is also highly structured. anyone with a passing understanding of the victorian era knows about the whole flashing of the ankle thing and corsets galore, and it is true that the general day to day garments cover a lot of area. for men in particular, this manifests in no less than three layers in public at all times: shirt, waistcoat, and suit jacket, with a coat or mantle overtop in colder temperatures. this also includes a variation of a neck tie (depending on what year), hat, gloves, and any other decided upon accessories (this can also include a corset and other padded structural underpinnings). an important tangent to mention here is that this is the uniform of the upper classes, although the rules do apply to the lower classes if they wanted to appear 'sophisticated.' the working man's uniform was also shirt, waistcoat, trousers, but the difference here is in the textiles themselves; the colours tended to be much more drab, with less complicated patterns. obviously due to the price fabric itself, but also due to the labour of laundry. an indicator of class here is the white shirt itself and its pristine implications. (there is a longer conversation here about the invention of neckties and detachable collars and cuffs, but that's for another day). the silhouettes are very important to note here in the higher mv, as they are directly referential to the 'romantic poet' archetype of loose shirt and tight pants that we see in popular culture. but as i've just said, the reality is that men of the era were not dressed like this out in public. this look is essentially underwear; the implications are salacious. so where did this come from? well, we can blame it mostly on lord byron, who by all accounts was the first western 'rockstar.' notoriously called 'mad, bad and dangerous to know' by lady caroline lamb (a married women he publically had an affair with), byron was openly bisexual and deeply hedonistic with a lot of questionable habits, but his poetry was so popular that he was known to have women following him in the street and gathering in large quanities to see him at salons. and this was close to three decades before lizstomania. his close friends and contemporaries included percy and mary shelley, with whom he lived with abroad in italy for some time (this living arrangement resulted in the writing of both frankenstein and john polidori's the vampyre). byron's reputation was so eclipsing that the image of the lush poet lazing in his undergarments has become its own genre of romantic, slightly removed from the movement byron was writing in. it's also worth it to point out that there are no official portraits of byron dressed like this from the time. the visual assumption is somewhat apochryphal. now let's get into some specifics. a.c.e is not unfamiliar to this silhouette; as previously mentioned in this post i wrote about their styling, the boxy loose upper and fitted lower is their general mode for their styling because of its emphasis on legs. cactus was the most extreme example of this, and to prove my point, this specific silhouette is extremely common in classical ballet:

1. vaslav nijinsky, giselle, 1911 2. nehemiah kish, george balanchine's ballo della regina, 2011/12

higher fits very neatly into this same category: we have an emphasis on the legs through tightly fitted garments and also through light reflective textile, as well as a secondary emphasis on arm and shoulder movements with looser fit shirts. plus, the shirts are made from fabrics that have good drape and flow, and mimic the visual effects of water:

there are also several instances of scale patterning and wetlook hair styles, further elabourating on the siren theme. and the jewelry is the same, purposefully cut clear stones for oceanic sparkle or pearls, the gem directly born from water, as highlighting accents to specific parts of the body - namely eyes, hands, and torso:

the body jewelry also serves a double purpose in addition to being sparkly; it gives a semblance of shape to their torsos so their movements aren't totally lost in the shroud of their shirts, and it also invokes some of that salacious element that us as a modern audience doesn't necessarily perceive in the same way when we see a man wearing only a shirt. all of these points are especially prominent in the stage costuming. concerning the veils, these are an aesthetic choice following the theme of depicting water without actually using water. the song has a very breathless quality to it, and the lyrics directly make reference to water and breathlessness, so it only makes sense to have a physical manifestation of struggling to breathe.

now let's talk about

mise-en-scène

unlike most kpop mvs, I would argue that higher is not a spectacle in what we normally see spectacle to be. the overwhelming visual saturation of goblin (and the goblin remix) is more in line with what we expect, but how do you follow that, top it? the answer is that you don't. you aim for something with a completely different feel, which is exact what they did with higher.

the performing arts did not escape romanticism. the very start of the movement, sturm und drang, is actually named from a specific play written by friedrich maximilian klinger that premiered in 1777. the plays of the brief period are characterized by extreme and passionate emotions, and were siblings to one of the most famous genres of theatre, the melodrama. meant to appeal directly to the emotions of the audience using sensationalist plots and stock characters, the melodrama was the predominent form of entertainment in victorian england and gradually developed a specific form of its own. in this period we also start to see the development of 'stagecraft' into the recognizable form that it takes today. footlights, limelight/spotlighting, the separation of house and stage lighting, fly galleries, elevator platform mechanics, and the first (purported) western use of rear projection are all innovations of the late 18th and 19th centuries, as melodramas were known to have very intricate and spectacular stagings. and to go along with these stagecraft mechanics we see the rise in designated stage crews, which were predominantly off-duty sailors looking to make money. the rope systems that made up the fly galleries were very similar to that on ships, and much of the terminology and supersitions crossed over: this is the origin of the term 'rigging' being used for suspending set elements, and also the origin of the 'don't whistle in a theatre' superstition. as sailors communicated with whistle patterns on ships, the same system was adopted for changing scenery, and therefore whistling a random pattern could potentially drop a setpiece on an unsuspecting victim.

so with all this backstory out of the way, what is the very first full location we see? a stage, complete with forced perspective via the painted fabric legs (the side panels) and borders (the wavy upper panels). we even have a flat painted backdrop with a projection screen and hanging overhead lamps. there's also a second interior set, a desk in what looks to be a study of some kind. bit self explanatory on this one, taking the poet notion on the nose.

the locations have a bit of an obtuse arc, but it's there when you look for it. it starts interior spaces, where the ideas of sublime attempted to be recreated for the viewer. then it moves to transitory spaces; portions of nature isolated from a whole environment, interjections of human architecture into natural spaces:

(the white hut structure in the greenhouse is reminiscent of a skene (literally hut/tent), which is the structure at the back of the stage in ancient greek theatre used for the actors to change their masks and costumes. it was originally temporary, but slowly transformed into permanent stage architecture)

and then finally outdoors, into the sublime itself:

jwm turner, crossing the bridge, 1815

lastly,

lighting

there's a very clear lighting pattern here, primarily in light and dark. the base colour story is fairly simple complementary pairs; there's a lot of purple/red and green, and blue and yellow/amber, with everything relatively on the same tonal level. there are deliberate interjections of heavily saturated red for specific effect. there are also, most notably, a 'dark' version of all the sets. obviously as a reference to the eclipse that we see in the mv and in the concept photo series, but also as a reference to that darker undercurrent of the sublime, the upsetting, the uncanny, and the terrifying:

And the bay was white with silent light/Till rising from the same/Full many shapes, that shadows were/In crimson colours came.

#a.c.e #ace w #kpop analysis #group analysis #me - a staunch defender of kpop as valid spectacle: actually this one is a melodrama its meant to hit different #this essay is otherwise known as the quickest and dirtiest history of romanticism ever #i really should have pointed out that when i say romantic i mean romantic with a capital r #that probably would clear up some confusion but i have an aesthetic to maintain do not @ me #this is potentially the most pretentious thing i have ever written i am so sorry if this makes no sense #some of these connections are so tenuous who let me have opinions on the internet #did i write this as an excuse to look at the percy shelley memorial because i am obsessed with it as a piece of art? maybe #anyways read tom stoppard's arcadia if you want to know more about that #you should read all this with the caveat that the sublime and romanticism need to be deconstructed through a postcolonialist lens #because these theories are super colonialist about 'unclaimed untameable natural spaces'#when in reality most natural spaces are specifically architected by indigenous peoples in order to preserve and coexist with the ecosystem #this is may be more obviously applicable to american subliminal painting than european but it still applies #since the british were notoriously good at fucking up every kind of expedition ever #because of their lack of respect for literally anything and everything #and their inability to listen to anyone other than another white british person #see: history of the northwest passage #im a bad theorist and not caught up so i didnt get that deep into it because counter to the wordcount #i am not trying to write another dissertation #this is not as well researched as it could be but also im not reading burke and kant again #also yes byron the shelleys and polidori did just bang out the foundations for all of science fiction and romantic vampire mythology #in like three days because the all got bored during a storm and want to try and 'outscare' each other #also by 1840 like every prominent romantic poet was dead either from their own stupidity or tuberculosis #with the exception of wordsworth that motherfucker started the movement and then outlived it #text

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