I'm Not Quite Done With It Yet, But I'm Pretty Sure I'm Going To Think About The Broken Earth Trilogy

let me be controversial one more time before the year ends…

i’m so glad jjk didn’t give a timeskip, specifically because this community has a bad aging up problem.

y’all deserve nothing!!! i’m glad they stayed 15.

living with choso might have just been the best mistake of your entire life. the intended plan was for you to finally get your own place but when you get there the place is in shambles. you got your deposit back when you threatened to get the police involved because the place looked nothing like its pictures.

choso had offered you his spare bedroom time and time again but you couldn't. choso was already such a good friend to you and you just didn't want to impose this on him. but of course, you're not even given a choice to ask him because the moment choso finds out how messed up your new apartment is he's already taken your stuff back to his place.

you're two months in and you realize choso and you had fallen into a pattern. a pattern that you hope won't everbreak. you wake up and choso's already made breakfast for the both of you. he says he's used to it from when he and his brothers used to live together, even though he only makes enough for two.

when you both arrive home from work, you either go out for food or order in and then of course you guys watch movies. "what do you mean you've never seen toy story?!"

"i didn't have much of a childhood, so i haven't seen a lot of movies" he mumbled quiety. for the rest of the night, the two of you had a toy story marathon with tons of snacks (provided by choso of course).

choso knew you loved to snack, so he learned to find your favorites in bulk. anytime you saw you snack on something when you hung out, he would memorize its name so he could buy more. he wanted to make his apartment as comfortable as he could for you. his place was meant to be yours.

sometimes the two of you would fall asleep on the couch together, all cuddled up together. however, it didn't start out like that, at first you would lean on choso's shoulder hoping he wouldn't mind. and eventually, he got annoyed with you just leaning on him and pulled you into his arms. you wanted to protest but you enjoyed it so much that you instead leaned into his body. whenever he'd feel you get comfortable in his arms or his lap he'd whisper "good girl" in your ear. coming from him those words drove you crazy and you wished you could hear them more.

on some nights, after you've both had a long day at work choso tends to carry you back to your room when you fall asleep. he even kisses your forehead and you've caught him doing it and you wish you had the guts to confront him on it so bad but you're happy here. so why risk it?

when choso works late you bring dinner to him and the two of you eat in his office. he always tells you, that you don't have to. that he can bring you dinner instead but when you warn him that you'll nice out he easily shuts up. you guys don't get to watch movies but you do get to talk.

"how's yuji?" you ask him after setting his food on his desk.

"enjoying college life apparently, nobara said they're going to a frat party tonight," he says while chucking.

"do you miss him?"

"why would i miss him when i have you?"

in your mind, there was no way he could've possibly meant that romantically. even after he changed the topic you were still thinking about it, thinking about what he meant and what could be going on in that head of his.

during the weekends, choso spends all his time with you. if you want to go shopping, he pays for everything, buys you lunch, and carries all your bags. he tells you it's in exchange for all the dinners you've bought him even though he's already paid you back for those. and when you get home he helps you try them all and all he can do is compliment you, like you're all his, "these jeans look so fucking good on you, can you only wear them in the apartment? just for me pretty girl?"

and you'd agree to his pleas cause, let's be real you only bought these jeans cause he keep eyeing you in them. and they way he cursed, you knew he wanted you because you felt the exact see way.

maybe living with choso a little longer wouldn't be such a bad idea.

❥ a/n: a little drabble to make up for not posting the college au choso fic yet.

Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

i saw somewhere that gege wanted to write jjk more like csm, w a govt agency employing sorcerers instead of the school and i #needthat someone pls write that bc if i do i won't finish it

unfortunately a lot of the corny self help advice turns out to be true but the thing is you have to come to those conclusions yourself otherwise it just sounds dismissive and dumb

i just think its healthy to have one punching bag character. the anti blorbo. i know so much abt them and their story and understand them better than anyone but i do not wanna see them succeed. i wanna be the one that dangles them over a shark tank

need a named filter set feature on ao3 like yesterday i spend half of my Reading Time filtering fics

༊*·˚ warnings: blood & small cuts!

8:47 PM and nanami arrives with a busted lip, bleeding nose and small cuts all over his face. i’m okay, he says as you cup his face in your hands, softly grazing the cuts and passing your thumb by his bottom lip to clean up some of the blood. you don’t have to worry about me, he smiles and leans into your touch, laughs as you ignore his request and murmur something about the first aid kit you keep in the bathroom.

8:52 PM and you’re in between nanami’s legs, brows furrowed in concentration as you dab a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol onto his little cuts, immediately placing a flowery band aid over it. sorry if it hurts, you say with a smile, kissing the tip of his now cleaned up nose. he hums, places his large calloused hands on your the sides of your hips and lets you bandage him up, lets you press feather light kisses to all of his little injuries because he secretly loves it.

9:03 PM and you’re in the bath, styling nanami’s blond hair into funky hairstyles with bubbles. you’re laughing because it’s a sweet moment, he’s smiling because he loves seeing you happy over something so trivial.

9:22 PM and you’ve moved from the bathroom to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel. nanami is in the same state — sage green towel hanging loosely from his hips, hair semi wet and covering his eyes slightly. he’s flipping a pancake (breakfast for late dinner) while humming to a song he heard on the radio in the morning. you end up close to him — somehow, in some way, you always do. and that always makes him smile because he’s so in love — and he turns to face you, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your lips, one that is gentle yet passionate, one that leads to him wrapping his arms around your waist, that makes the pancake get burnt.

9:49 PM and you’re sitting out on the balcony because the breeze is warm and your plants need company, sweet words and a few kisses — and of course, you and nanami are ready to give those things to them because they’re your water devouring babies. so, you sit out and eat the pancakes that didn’t burn as nanami tells you and the plants about his days and the bothersome curse he had to deal with.

10:08 PM and you’re snuggled into nanami’s side, drifting off to sleep as he tells you a story about fairies and whatever comes to mind. his voice is sleepy, carries tiredness and so you murmur something about him going to sleep as well. and he smiles, turns and brings you toward his chest — i love you, he breathes out, i hadn’t told you that, hm? he squeezes you against him and kisses the top of your head, heart beating a steady rhythm against your ear. i love you, i love you, i love you.

BOOP ME BABY ONE MORE TIME 🐱