#bracelets too but I can handle them better

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Sonic Swooning Over Amy

So, Sonic’s been kind of the driving force of Sonamy recently. Let’s analyze that.

I’ll show Sonic having feelings for Amy in almost every media aside from Fleetway and the few cartoons she isn’t in. I’ll also present the “whys” in more detail then just “Amy calmed down.” While that’s part of it, I’d like to add my own can of worms. And possible headcanons too. Bear in mind I never grew up with Sonic, so forgive my mixed opinions.

While I love Amy having a crush on Sonic like the energetic sugarplum she is, nowadays Sonic’s oddly been the drive of their dynamic. Any examples of it beforehand? Let’s look outside of the games first.

Sonic X

This Sonic takes more time to himself. He’s introverted, so his feelings for her isn’t displayed as obviously as the others. In fact, most people think he didn’t like her in this show because of how much he runs away. He even manipulated her by flirting in one episode. In my opinion this show has Sonic running away from Amy more often than not. Hot take: Sonic and Amy never had a real conversation either. They didn’t…talk like they do now. Unless you count,

“Oh, Sonic I love you!” “Ah! C’mon, Amy. Knock it off!” No, it wasn’t constant but still common.

From my point of view, the conversations were short lived to none existent. It was the same in the earlier games too. Compared to how they talked to other characters or now, you might be able to notice. At least until Sonic And The Black Night where he talks to both The Lady Of The Lake and Amy. The two would also have visual gags of Sonic getting aggressively hugged by Amy. Or Amy falling on her face while trying. Aside from one moment in Sonic Riders where Sonic put Amy in danger, it wasn’t good or bad. Just cartoony for lack of a better term.

Maybe I’m just insane. You decided.

Anyhow, their dynamic in X is clearly built on actions. Like Amy giving Sonic a seashell bracelet and Sonic giving her a rose. Those little things. While I do prefer them being able to hold longer conversations, I don’t mind how X handles them. But let’s get to Sonic’s crush. I assume in Sonic X Sonic is conflicted. He’ll run away from Amy or try to pull from her on most occasions and others Sonic would constantly hold onto her when he doesn’t have to. For a long period on time no less. Amy’s the same way. One moment she’d be head over heels and other she’s bashful. Goes to show how young they were I guess. I have no clue as to why Sonic liked her back because there wasn’t much to go off of. Except the bracelet moment or her general kindness like feeding him one time. She was a bit much to him and most characters back then.

It’s possible Sonic just liked her and that was it, but I’d imagine due to all of the hand holding and small reciprocated gestures were enough to convey something was there. Straight forward and simple like the show itself. I headcanon this Sonamy being where the boyfriend gets dragged into a relationship and is fine with it. This version of Sonic’s attraction seems to be chaotic pink hedgehogs apparently.

Sonic Boom

Should I even explain it? Might as well because not only do I have something different to say, but these two haven’t been brought up much. Sonic and Amy’s romance mostly is played for laughs. Not saying their love for each other means less because of that, but the humor is the main reason they exist. Much like why in the main canon they started out the way they did. Regardless, I’ll dive deeper into Boom!Sonic’s affection for Amy to the best of my ability.

Boom!Sonic is egotistical, so whenever he thinks Amy’s crushing on someone else, it bothers him. Apparently he’s the only one she’s allowed to like. No “Radical Speedsters” or “Celebrities” can take her attention away from him. Like in Sonic X he tries to keep his crush to a minimum. Even though both him and Amy are terrible at it.

The moment in “Fortress Of Squalitude” a episode where everyone is a bit rude to Amy, close to the end Sonic says, “We may have a hard time saying it Amy. But…well you know.” Then she responds with, “Yeah, I know.” It’s such a sweet moment. Not as powerful as most moments with them but for Boom it’s very nice. Sonic and the others still value her as part of the team, but it’s Sonic who expresses it out loud. Goes to show how much he cares about her for even attempting to open up in this instance. Didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Amy understood perfectly. I also noticed how much he tries his best to impress her. When he needs to return her book back, finds her hammer in Archie, (Vector did it in the show and Sonic got jealous) shows off randomly or dreams about her, and stopped racing to get her some eggs in one episode.

The funny thing about this Sonic is how much of a people pleaser he can be. Especially since the towns people are very spoiled and ungrateful. He wants to be needed and that’s possibly why he goes out of his way to do special things for Amy like go out on picnics, implied dates, and comforts her. She’s very take charge in Boom and Sonic has no problem calling her out when he needs to. Much like Amy in the show and games. Sonic will even put effort into doing things he doesn’t feel like doing for her. How honorable of him. Sure, sometimes he tries to make her jealous and isn’t perfect, but he tries. I believe Sonic likes Amy because again like Sonic X Boom isn’t canon, so more outright reciprocated feelings are allowed in this case. Not to mention the dude likes being shipped with her in the show. Which is a win in my book.

Sonic enjoys bugging Amy much like a playful boyfriend. He probably admires her leadership, but I’m saying this by observation. It could be for anything. Maybe he thinks she’s cute when she’s mad and finds her temper amusing. It could also be for her stubbornness. Some people like each other because of how much they can relate to their partner and in Sonic Boom’s case they’re two cuts of the same cloth. Although still different, due to the show’s theme, they carry the same condescending, slightly self centered, hotheaded, stubborn, and humorous traits. But they’re still good hedgehogs with a heart of gold and usually makes reasonable decisions. Not to mention they’re both equally shy about their crushes. In Sonic Boom, Sonic and Amy is that married couple who doesn’t get along much, but when they do you’ll understand why they stay together.

Reboot Archie Sonic

I haven’t read the comics (unless you count watching a few dubs and internet reviews) but I’ll give my limited thoughts. Luckily there’s not much to say. Although most people believe it was unintentional, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch that someone from Archie thought it was a fun idea to have Sonic crush on somone in this reboot. Maybe it’s unintentional but it doesn’t seem that way.

I’m basically using this part of the post to ramble about how Reboot Archie’s Sonic still manages to be a casanova. He’s like a mixture of his old self and how he is in the games. That’s also why he acts the way he does around Amy. Could it also possibly mean he’s meant to like her canonically too? Reboot Archie did have to follow a more accurate way of writing Sonic after all. Anyways, let’s run down the list of Game!Sonic if he was allowed to be down bad for Amy like they’re already dating. Which is how I view this continuity. It’s basically if Boom and X had a weird fusion and this version of Sonic’s crush was the result. Except here he manages to be more bold and upfront. He knows what he’s doing. Here’s a run down.

First of all, THIS. No joke, more of these interactions would send me to the moon. I would explain why but the panel speaks for itself.

Sonic says, “I was worried about you.” Which he hasn’t admitted to her before this to my knowledge. He states this by giving her a side hug. Along with other out of nowhere physical affection and flirting. Not to single out Sonally fans. Sonic and Sally clearly have a close connection people appreciate and I respect that. In any case, Sonic and Amy in Reboot Archie also matches energies so much. They’re both clearly running off the same brain cell. You’d think they were together. They’d be a chaotic couple that’ll do the most outlandish things and somehow manage to survive them. After willfully risking their lives they’d do it again because being normal and safe is boring. I promise you, this version of Sonamy would be a huge force to be reckoned with.

-I’d also like to mention my friend Salty showed an example of Sonic being jealous of Knuckles coming with Amy on a mission and it’s brilliant. Dude gets all bratty about it too. Archie!Sonic does not play around. The post in question.

Sonic Prime

Already talked about this in another post, but I want to mention it again. Prime!Sonic is the most sensitive version of the character, so it’s no surprise he displays his admiration for Amy freely and out loud.

This moment says enough on its own. Sonic’s like this throughout the entirety of Prime and even changes the tone of his voice when speaking to or about her. It’s so authentic and adorable and makes him stand out against other variants.

Amy’s crush on Sonic in Prime is up to interpretation, but I don’t think she likes him in that way personally. Like other characters, Amy tends to be done with Sonic’s childishness. Guess she thinks he’s probably too immature to be boyfriend material whether she has feelings or not. Sonic on the other hand, acts how you wouldn’t expect. I personally see him as his own interpretation, so I’m fine with it. If he wants to have goo-goo eyes for Amy in Prime, it’s cool.

Prime!Sonic has it bad and I wouldn’t be shocked if he’d be the one wanting to go out on dates. Maybe he’d cook dinner for her sense he cooks in the show. I’d imagine Amy declining at first, but does it after his constant begging. They’d be swapped version of most emotional to least emotional. Prime!Amy would be a girlfriend who feels more like a parent than a partner.

Unleashed/Black Night

No one can bring up Sonic Unleashed without the lovely Amy meeting the Werehog scene. I love how Sonic didn’t like Amy hugging him, but right after she left he solemnly mopes around for probably the first and last time. He’s never in any game slowly moped around disappointedly before. Proving he only has certain reactions when it comes to Amy Rose. At least in some continuities. Unleashed gives you a choice to go on a date with Amy or not. Then the next game Sonic Team followed through with it, but ended up having Amy mad at Sonic for missing it. At least Sonic tried. Not to mention his reaction to The Lady Of The Lake and him flirting is fun to watch.

See how Sonic still likes her back but it isn’t because she’s “calmed down?” She’s still the same excitable love strucked Amy. There must be something more to it. Other than the obvious answer with Sonic Team wanting to do something with the pear. I have no idea why but having multiple hints even in the past must’ve been done for the fun of it. “We created this love interest but then railed back to Sonic not reciprocating her feeling. But we still want to market them as a couple in some way.” This franchise never cease to confuse me.

Amy encouraging Sonic in one of the cutscenes could’ve been where he started liking her back. Not in the way he does now, but he admired her none stop compassion and might’ve wanted to return the favor. “Eh, she’s sweet. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.” The fact he went out of his way to get her a chilidog and flirted with a different version of her should tell you enough. Of course it would take a while before anything else happened. 

IDW/Sonic Frontiers

Yeah, after issue 2, Sonic’s never felt the need to run from Amy. From the comics to Sonic Frontiers there’s a lot of moments of Sonic being somewhat emotionally candid. Not by much, but close. I believe Amy’s the reason for that in a way. Sonic’s not afraid to hang out with her anymore. He even hugs her back on some occasions. “Ames” was a nickname from fanfics and Boom which became canon over time and he occasionally calls her that.

Sonic wishes to share an umbrella and spend more time with her. He also gets excited to see her more often. It’s like Reboot Archie but slightly toned down. At least up until the hard to trigger lines from Sonic Frontiers. The same game where he outright admits to being worried about Amy and smiles back at her with a Coco looking between the two. Then he supports Amy’s decision to leave etc. We all know where we are now.

Crazy how the more you look into this franchise the more tiny details you notice. It’s also crazy how much Sonic’s been into the love interest he originally was already supposed to love. To me, Sonic had a crush on Amy in Unleashed but fell in love with her in IDW. What makes Sonamy gripping though is how unique it is compared to most romantic relationships. Leaves it to be more entertaining whenever something unexpected happenes. It keeps you engaged.

Why Sonic Crushes On Amy?

1. Amy doesn’t want to slow him down. Obviously because of IDW issue 2’s love confession with Amy saying “I can’t change you. I don’t want to change you.” Amy joins Sonic and he includes her more often because of that. His speed is no match for her persistence anyways.

2. She shows compassion and love for those around her. Not just to Sonic, but everyone. She’s the definition of soft hearted. Even for people Sonic and his friends would be weary about. Think about now in the recent comics and games where Sonic’s trying it out. I do think it should be more of Amy’s thing then Sonic’s but it just goes to show how much she probably inspired him. Who knows? Even in the past he had respect Amy for her tenderheartedness.

3. Amy’s energy matches Sonic’s. Though sometimes she can be overly enthusiastic compared to him. Even before now, Amy’s always been adventurous and that’s probably something Sonic liked from the start. Not in a romantic way, but in a respectful way. If he were to have a partner he’d need someone to keep him grounded and be on the same level. No exceptions.

4. Her loyalty. No matter what Sonic does (including times she disagrees) she’s one of Sonic’s most loyalist companions. Obviously other characters are too, but Amy has her being a long time childhood friend/Sonic 06 and Unleashed going for her. 06 for trusting Sonic over Silver and Unleashed for still loving Sonic despite his transformation. Heck, before she knew who the Werehog was she wasn’t disgusted. Amy’s commendable for that.

From all these points here physical attraction isn’t included. What I like about both characters is their crushes don’t stem to how they look. Though it is worth mentioning Sonic has called Amy “Radiant” in TMOSTH, but that’s probably the closest we’ll ever get to an outright physical compliment. From Sonic at least.

- Side note thanks to @saltynsassy31 again, Sonic and Amy’s dynamic can be summed up as not a relationship but rather a situationship. Yes, it’s a real word. What does it mean? Basically two friends who has crushes on each other but doesn’t do anything about it. Just a fun detail for you guys.

Why Did Sonic Run From Amy In The Past?

I’ll make this quick, but the reason Sonic ran from Amy wasn’t because he didn’t like her. On the contrary. Sonic always could’ve ran at his normal speed to get away from her. Sonic’s the fastest thing alive. Why would he let someone he “didn’t like” catch up to him? I personally think he enjoyed the thrill of the chase. It’s why I believe he misses it nowadays. Though I do understand Sonic didn’t often treat Amy like a friend. Not in a way I can understand at least. Not that I think their relationship was bad, but from what I’ve seen, it was more told then shown due to Sonic and the gang not including her on missions. Amy normally had to catch up with them which was a running gag. Especially in SA2. It might be why some prefere her in stuff like Reboot Archie, Boom, IDW, and Frontiers. Because Amy’s friends includes her on adventures now. At least in my opinion. Correct me if I missed anything.

Final Headcanon

Since Sonic in the games has been the one to push the Sonic side of Sonamy much more then Amy does for herself, I’d like to think in most cases (especially as their dynamic grows) Sonic would start carrying other versions of him traits like trying to mess with her.

He’d want to get her to chase him more often and Amy would probably ask once or twice, “What’s going on and why are you acting weird?” He’d definitely play it off as him fooling around. Sonic doesn’t know much about romance, but he does know what Amy likes. Maybe he’d ask her out or go on a bunch of traveling missions. Anything to get her to pay attention to him again. After all, there’s been examples of the guy feeling ignored by her in and out of canon. It’s possible.

-There’s also a consistent detail where Sonic’s finally ready to open up but has to deal with Amy doing her own thing. Or when he’s face with different variants of her, he’s flirtatious with them. For the fastest thing alive, he has terrible timing when it comes to making his mind up.

Conclusion

Welp, there you have it, darlings. Examples of Sonic crushing on Amy more than some would think. It’s a Sonic character analysis and Sonamy post all in one. I know there’s more, but I think this gathers examples from the actual content.

Stay Creative! 💜

[blondieeu]

hotpink. toji f.

cw: nastyy.

head is filled with nothing but toji fucking you like a little slut in your hyper pink bedroom and some k-pop song you liked playing in the background.

like how did toji, this fucking jacked scary life guard with jet black hair, tattoos and also twice your size you met while you were volunteering to pass out lemonade at a public pool in your cutest little summer outfit, end up in your pretty pink room?

..let alone knee deep into your pretty pink pussy?

i mean everything was pink. walls, bedframe, carpet, your vanity, even the god damn door was fucking pink with even more pink sparkles on it! even small pink stuffies scattered across your bed.

even toji himself doesn't really know how he ended up here, not that hes complaining. one minute hes getting off from volunteer hours, deciding to just go over and grab a lemonade. next, the cute girl at the stand is flirting with him?? bending over in her pretty jean skirt and eating that lollipop a little too intimately.

"why dont you come home with me?.. show me some more of your..swimming skills ...... "

so.. here he was. he fucked you with his arm around your neck, a headlock. his heavy balls hitting your cunny harshly with every thrust he gave you. your pretty nails scratching at his muscles while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"you fuckin' stupid? think you can jus' say slick shit like that and think you wont be handled? hm?"

toji raised his arm with your head in it so he could see your face in the mirror across from the bed. your mascara was ruined with hot tears running down your face. the sparkly lip gloss you had on earlier smeared all over your mouth as well as his, even your lashes all messy from when he spit in your face a couple minutes ago.

your mouth opened to respond but it was like a moan was stuck in your throat and all you could do was look at him. your eyes teary and nose runny.

"answer me, i wanna hear it."

"n-o.. m' so sorr-yyyy"

a shit eating grin grew on his lips, letting your head fall into the comforter so you could breathe a little better while he focused on where on your back he was gonna push to fuck you at a better angle.

its like you could feel your brain spinning in your head. what could you even focus on right now?! how you could feel the veins in his cock sliding against your walls? how big his hands feel whenever he grabs at your love handles? how loud he's grunting and how it sounded with your favorite song playing in the back? it was just so much.

you bit the comforter to stop yourself from getting too loud, yelping into it when he slapped your ass and pulled your hips harder against him, trying your best to keep up with his ruthless pace.

the charms on your bracelets making noise while they tried to grab everything they could, knowing not to even try to reach back and stop him cus' he'd just pin them to your back and use them as leverage.

maybe you should start going for scary guys more often..

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blondieeu xx

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One way trip to Caracas

The flight from Paris to Caracas was long, but every second felt like a victory for Julien. At 32 years old, this was his first solo trip abroad, the culmination of years of hard work and saving every spare euro. His coworkers had teased him, saying it was too dangerous to travel to Venezuela alone, but Julien had brushed off their concerns. For him, this was not just a holiday; it was a statement of independence. No more predictable vacations with his family. No more dreaming of adventure while flipping through travel magazines. This was his time.

The sweltering heat hit him the moment he stepped out of the airport. Caracas was unlike anything he had ever seen. The towering buildings cast long shadows over streets bustling with life. Food vendors called out to passersby, the scent of arepas and empanadas mingling with the tropical humidity. The colors overwhelmed him: bright murals on crumbling walls, vibrant clothing, and the endless blue sky above.

Julien, with his average build and confident demeanor, stood out among the locals. His fair skin and European features marked him as a tourist immediately, but he didn’t mind. He had always prided himself on being adaptable, confident, and able to handle himself in any situation. After all, he’d spent years in the gym maintaining a body he was proud of. He wasn’t particularly muscular, but he was fit, a point of pride for someone who considered himself just an ordinary guy.

He had planned his trip meticulously. Days of hiking in the Andes, visits to Angel Falls, and, today, exploring the city and getting lost in its streets and markets.

The marketplace was everything Julien had hoped for and more. It was a chaotic symphony of sights and sounds: merchants shouting over each other, music blaring from hidden speakers, the clinking of coins exchanged for fresh produce, handmade crafts, and colorful trinkets. Julien wandered through the labyrinth of stalls, enchanted by the vibrant fabrics, carved wooden figurines, and the aroma of spices he couldn’t quite identify.

He stopped at a table displaying intricate jewelry. Bracelets made of woven leather, necklaces adorned with tiny beads, and rings of all shapes and sizes were laid out like treasures waiting to be discovered. The seller, an older woman with silver-streaked hair, smiled at him and began explaining each piece in rapid Spanish. Julien’s knowledge of the language was limited, but her enthusiasm was infectious.

As he examined a particularly striking silver bracelet, a group of teenagers loitered nearby, watching him. There were five of them, all around 18 to early 20s years old, dressed in a mix of modern streetwear and local flair. They whispered among themselves, smirking and occasionally glancing in his direction. Julien noticed them but didn’t think much of it. He assumed they were just curious about the foreigner in their midst.

“¿Cuánto cuesta?” Julien asked the vendor, pointing at the bracelet.

Before the woman could answer, one of the teenagers, probably the leader of the group,  stepped forward. He was tall and wiry, with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Señor, let me help you,” the boy said in heavily accented English, grinning. “You don’t want that. It’s too expensive for you.”

Julien raised an eyebrow, more amused than annoyed. “Thanks, but I can handle myself.”

The boy’s grin widened. “Of course. Just saying. You should look around more. Better deals everywhere.” He gestured vaguely at the surrounding stalls.

The other teenagers laughed softly, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Julien turned back to the vendor, brushing off the interaction. He had no idea that, while he was distracted, another member of the group had slipped close behind him.

As Julien continued haggling over the bracelet, a smaller boy with a quick, practiced motion slid something into the pocket of Julien’s cargo shorts. The boy rejoined his friends, who stifled their laughter as they watched the oblivious tourist.

Julien eventually purchased the bracelet from the lady while small talking with her a bit and then moved on, unaware of the extra weight in his pocket. He spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the market, sampling local snacks and taking photos. The teenagers followed him at a distance, always staying just out of sight, their laughter echoing faintly as Julien admired a stand of colorful ceramic bowls.

By the time Julien returned to his modest hotel room that evening, the events of the day had left him exhilarated and exhausted. He dumped his shopping bag on the bed and emptied his pockets, pulling out his phone, wallet, and… a ring? Frowning, he examined it. The metal was cold and oddly heavy, the symbols on its surface almost seeming to shift under the dim light of the room.

“Weird,” he muttered, setting it aside. He assumed he must have accidentally picked it up at the market, maybe it had fallen into his bag or pocket while the young men were talking to him. Julien tried the ring on his finger and it fit perfectly, it was hugging his skin without compressing him and it was a perfect touch that he could keep as a memory of his travel. Being happy to find this ring by accident and seeing how well fitted it felt, Julien got ready to go to bed, forgetting completely to take the ring off as he fell asleep on his bed.

The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of Julien’s hotel room, casting a golden glow on the sparse furnishings. He groaned softly, his body heavy with the lingering fatigue of the previous day. Stretching, he rubbed his face, only to pause when his hand brushed against his jawline. The stubble he had carefully groomed just yesterday felt... thinner. Softer, almost.

He sat up, dismissing the thought as morning grogginess, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. As he stood, he felt an odd looseness in his pajama shorts. They slid slightly down his hips, which felt narrower than usual. Julien tugged them back up, frowning but attributing it to weight loss from the heat and all the walking he’d done.

In the bathroom, he splashed his face with cold water and glanced into the mirror. For a moment, he didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at him. His skin, usually a pale European tone, had darkened slightly, as if the last days sun he took finally put a tan on his pale skin. His features looked subtly different, his nose a touch broader, his cheekbones sharper. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough to make him pause and watch with attention how just a tan can make such a difference on his face and body.

“Must be the sun,” he muttered, running a hand through his short-cropped hair to style them after what he got himself ready for another hot day to explore Caracas and its streets.

But as the day wore on, Julien’s discomfort grew. Walking through the city streets, he noticed his stride felt different, as though his legs were subtly reshaping themselves. His calves felt leaner, his thighs slightly more muscular, but not in the way he was used to. There was a new tautness to his skin, a feeling he couldn’t quite place. His shirt clung awkwardly to his torso, which seemed slimmer than it had been in the morning.

By the afternoon, Julien’s reflection in shop windows was unmistakably altered. His once broad shoulders had softened slightly, tapering down to an athletic but less imposing frame. His arms, too, seemed leaner, the veins that usually stood out on his forearms now subdued beneath smoother, slightly darker skin.

The changes, at first painless, began to take on a strange intensity. As evening approached, Julien found himself stumbling as a sharp ache flared in his joints. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was persistent, like his body was being stretched and compressed at the same time. His face felt hot, as though feverish, and when he caught his reflection in a storefront window, he barely recognized himself. His jawline had softened, his lips fuller, and his eyes, a deep brown now instead of their usual golden hazel, stared back at him with an unfamiliar intensity.

Julien panicked seeing that he didn’t recognize himself anymore in his reflection. This was not the sun; this was something else. He needed help. Julien ran back at the hotel, paced the room, his heart pounding. He started to think and walk in his bed, trying to find an explication on the internet while looking for the emergency number; but now that he was alone with his thought and changing body, the feeling was growing stronger and stronger. Julien could feel his bones grinding each other as the transformation was not done yet. His skin tightening around his shrinking muscles, his vision blurring and coming back to normal, his body getting itchy. As he sat in the corner of the room, Julien felt a sharp painful sensation around his fingers, he tilted his head only to realize the ring he put on yesterday was still on, and worst, it was shining a faint golden hue. The ring. It had to be the ring. He grabbed it from his finger and tugged on it, trying to take it off. But it was not moving at all. Worst it felt like he was tearing off his own finger. It was stuck in place. As he was about to try once again going to the bathroom to put soap and water, he felt a jolt of energy course his body and coming from his finger. Julien screamed in pain as his voice felt rougher and higher at the same time. The wave of energy was running through his body and then it stopped and centralized around his feet. Julien turned his head and watched in horror as his feet started to compress and shrink right in front of his eyes. The symbols etched into the surface of the ring seemed to shimmer and shift, almost as if alive. Desperate, he tried to pull it off once again, only to find that it wouldn’t budge. The metal felt warm against his skin, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. Julien screamed in panic once again as he felt the ring starting to warm once again, like if it was ready to release a new wave. Julien was terrified and just like he thought, the sensation of invasion in his body came back once again, only this time it went in the direction of his head. The last thing Julien saw before his vision blurred and was taken by darkness was the night falling in his dark room as a golden light was emitted from his left hand.

As night fell and Julien was still fainted on his bed, the transformation accelerated. Julien’s once well-groomed chest and arms were now smooth, devoid of the hair he had always taken pride in. Yet, paradoxically, his armpits and thighs had grown thick with dark, curly hair, the contrast both alarming and surreal. His body continued to slim down, shedding years as it reshaped itself into that of a teenager. His abdomen, while still toned, looked less defined, the muscle structure softer and more natural.

The pain became unbearable by midnight. Julien curled up on the bed, clutching his stomach as spasms wracked his unconscious body. His bones felt like they were grinding against each other, his muscles tightening and releasing in unnatural patterns as tears streamed down his fainted face.

By dawn, the transformation was nearly complete. Julien’s once angular features were now softer, more youthful, with a golden-brown complexion that glowed in the bright morning light. Julien opened his eyes and turned his head around, taking the light in his warm brown eyes as his pupils contracted to accommodate to it. He turned his head to the left to look at the clock, forgetting what happened yesterday, but as he saw his tanned hand in front of him, everything came back to him. The ring, the changes, his body. Julien jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, his body, lean and athletic, moved with an ease and agility he hadn’t felt in years. There, in the mirror reflection, Julien saw his face and body. He looked like a local Venezuelan teenager, no older than 18. The realization hit him like a blow. Julien gasped in surprise and fear only to hear his deep voice being way higher and younger than what he was used to.

He couldn’t be stuck like this; he had a flight back in 2 days. How could he take the plane, his passport wasn’t even looking like himself anymore! As he kept on walking around the room, trying to find a solution, the light of the morning sun shine through his curtain and fell on his ringed finger, which illuminated his mirror reflection in golden hue. “The market!” he thought “I have to find the lady in the market, that’s her ring, I’m sure she’ll be able to help me out!” He grabbed a pair of flip flops, the only things that his feet were able to put on without loosing them, put on a pair of shorts and a shirt that was way too big for his body and then ran to the market with hope in his chocolate eyes. 

By the time Julien reached the bustling market, the sun was high in the sky, its heat beating down relentlessly and little to no sweat dripping down from his forehead. He maneuvered through the crowded streets, his heart thudding in his chest and the ring. Everything about the market felt more chaotic than it had the day before, the colors, the sounds, the voices speaking in rapid Spanish that he inexplicably understood with greater clarity now. He tugged at the sleeves of his loose shirt; his movements awkward as he tried to mask the unfamiliar changes in his body.

He reached the vendor’s stall from the day before and froze. The elderly woman wasn’t there. Her table was empty, the trinkets and jewelry nowhere in sight. His stomach churned as he turned in circles, scanning the crowd for her hunched figure. “She must be somewhere, she has to! I don’t know wha…”

“Señor turista!” interrupted a young men’s voice.

It made Julien’s blood run cold. He turned slowly, not knowing who to to expect or even if it was for him.

There, standing in front of him with a smirk on his face, a familiar young man with other ones stood a few meters away from him, their cocky smiles and sharp eyes fixed on him. The leader, a tall, wiry boy with dark, calculating eyes, stepped forward, his head tilting with mock curiosity.

“You look like you need help. You lost or something?” the leader asked kindly, switching easily between Spanish and English, his grin widening. “Come with me, we’ll help you find her. It’s not the first time this bruja does something like that.”

Julien’s breath quickened, but he forced himself to stand his ground. “Can you? That would be awesome. I’m terrified, I don’t even recognize myself, and everything feels so vivid and different.” he said, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound firm. “Do you know where she is? I have to turn back. I don’t want … this” he said pointing at his regressed body.

The leader’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. “Sure, don’t worry. That’s why I tried to help you the other day when you bought this bracelet. But you didn’t listen. It’s ok, we can help you don’t worry. Just follow us, her shop is a few streets away.” Julien felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders and he laughed a bit out of anxiety. He’ll be able to go back home. As Julien followed the men and his group outside of the market, he didn’t realize the streets were getting less crowded. The houses getting closer from each other and the sun was having trouble piercing through the closed roofs surrounding them. “So, not to be uneducated or anything, but how long do you think we’ll have to walk? You said it was close and we’ve been walking for almost 25 minutes. I’m just wondering if… Hey! Stop that!” Julien was interrupted in his sentence. Two of the men he was following grabbed him by the arms. He tried to break free but they were way too strong for him to do anything in this twink body he was now inhabiting. In a quick move, Julien’s feet were not touching the ground anymore and as he kept on screaming for help, a door opened behind them, leading in a poorly decorated house with only a well-used black leather couch. They threw Julien on the couch and his head punched the wall behind him, making him dizzy for a minute. When his ideas were cleared, he jumped back on his feet only to realize the whole gang was surrounding him and he had nowhere to escape.

“Let me through,” he said, his voice louder now, his nerves beginning to fray.

“Why would we do that?” one of the boys sneered. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The leader stepped closer, his gaze locking on Julien’s terrified face. “You still don’t understand, don’t you? There is no escape for you, not anymore.”

Julien instinctively covered his hand, but the leader’s smirk deepened. “It’s too late to hide it now,” he said. “You’re already marked.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Julien said, though his voice betrayed his growing panic. He tried to push past them, but hands grabbed his arms, his shoulders, his shirt, forcing him backward against the couch.

“You don’t get it, do you?” the leader said, leaning in close. “The lady is not the problem. She was just someone selling her craft trying to get money. She won’t help you, or turn you back!” “But you said…” Julien answered with tears in his throat. “I say a lot of things Julien. Here, it’s either eat or be eaten. And I won’t get eaten by society, not today, not tomorrow. See we needed someone like you. And you are perfect I have to say, or rather were. Your innocent face, your pale skin, your basic body. Yea you really were perfect. And you were alone, Jackpot!” continued the men as al his friends were still blocking Julien from running away. “Now listen, from now on, you work for me. And if you try to say anything out of character, well, let’s say you won’t be saying anything else.” “I’m sorry. I have money, I can pay you. Just turn me back and I’ll give you whatever you want. Please.” Answered Julien with tears rolling down his tanned cheeks. “What did I just say? Nothing out of character. Looks like you broke the first rule, isn’t that right Mateo?” said the men with a cocky smile creeping on his lips.

Julien froze. “Mateo?” he echoed, confused.

The leader laughed darkly. “I told you, Mateo. I won’t accept any side steps from my men.”

“Please I’m sorry. I…,” Julien hissed, trying to wrench free, but the gang’s grabbed him back as he tried to get up from the couch only to be pushed back and forced to sit. Julien froze as he was forced there on the couch. The leader took a step in his direction and then looked at his friends next to him. He smiled and then Julien saw the two men laughing and smirking as they approached his paralyzed body. Soon, the men grabbed Julien’s clothes until he was star naked. His new athletic tanned and musky body sitting there for everybody to look at him. Julien felt humiliated and hated every second of it, but he couldn’t escape from their grip, he was trapped. “I’ll pay you, just let me go. I won’t talk to anyone. Please!” said one more time Julien, trying to argue with the leader standing in front of him.

The leader didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the ring and pulled. Julien gasped as a sharp, burning sensation shot through his finger, as though the ring had fused to his skin. For a moment, it resisted, but then it slipped free, leaving behind a faint red mark on his tanned finger. Julien screamed as felt a part of himself getting ripped with the ring. His head started to spin as everything was starting to merge together before being broken and reformed again. Sweat started to poor down from his skin, his armpits sweating abundantly. Tears of sweat were rolling down his forehead and blurred his vision as he felt like his head was about to explode. He then felt an alien sensation invading his cock. It was like it was burning and itching t the same time. Julien opened his brown eyes only to realize in his blurred vision that his cock was now changing to something totally different. It started to shrink and compress on itself. Veins popping on the lengths as sensitivity started to grow higher and higher. Then burning appeared at the base, Julien’s mouth opened, trying to ask for mercy, as he felt a new forest of curly dark pubes starting to grow. Then his new smaller but thicker dick started to beat with the rhythm of his younger heart, his body getting overdosed by hormones as he couldn’t control himself, his hips wanted to move, to thrust, but the men were still holding him down. Without being able to control himself, a thick pearl of precum was ejected from his new tanner cock head, the first of many. Then all of a sudden, everything stopped. Julien opened his eyes again and everything was calmed, the men still in front of him was smirking with the ring in his hand, shining in a heartbeat rhythm before shutting off in a faint glow that soon stopped too.

“¿Qué me están haciendo? ¿Qué está pasando?”

The gang burst into laughter, their mocking voices echoing off the alley walls. Julien’s panic spiked as he realized he couldn’t remember how to speak English. Worse, his own name felt foreign to him, slipping from his mind entirely.

“As I said, your name is Mateo now,” the leader said, his grin cruel. “And you’re mine.”

“No... no puede ser,” Julien, no, Mateo whispered, his younger voice trembling.

The leader crouched down in front of him, his expression softening into something almost sympathetic. “You going to bring me a lot of money” he said. “My clients will adore you, that’s for sure.”

Julien shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “Esto no está bien,” he murmured, but the conviction in his voice was fading, drowned out by the growing fog in his mind.

The gang’s laughter grew louder as they released their grips on him. Julien’s resistance ebbed, his will crumbling under the weight of the changes overtaking him. As he tried to get up begging one last time for help, the leader snapped his fingers. Julien’s head spanned and he started to blink in confusion, his erected dick starting to spasm and eject more and more precum. In front of him, the leader called one of his loyal friend and gave him the bronze ring. As Julien looked at him, his vision blurred by pleasure and confusion, he saw the young men putting the ring on and in a couple of second, he saw his old reflection standing naked in front of him. His old body standing there at attention and waiting for the leader’s orders. “Que …. No es…” Julien managed to say as his cock was spasming more and more, pleasure invading his young naked sweaty and musky body. The leader just turned his head and smirked. “Cum par mi, puta!” Julien felt the orgasm rising as he couldn’t control himself anymore and suddenly cum fired out of his cock. It felt like he finally could breath again. Julien closed his eyes and when he opened them again, a smirk appeared on his younger face. “Bienvenido, Mateo” said the leader with a smile on his face as he threw a grey used jockstrap to Mateo. “Hola Boss!” answered Mateo as Julien was gone for good, drying on the cement floor.

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Hiii!! Im really obsessed with your camp counsellor!james ,,, do you think you could do like a follow up of the previous one where they go to the bonfire tgt?? Love your writing and have a good day 🫶

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! You have a good day too <3

cw: alcohol

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 897 words

James doesn’t know how much of your closeness to blame on booze. 

It feels a bit silly to be so loose and laughy at nine pm, but he and the other counselors only have until ten thirty before the kids get out of their movie night. James suspects some of them are going to have to take a quick dunk in the lake before they rejoin their campers. 

You’re not the least squiffy there, having had exactly as many beers as James but without the large frame to support them. You’re sitting close enough that your thigh is pressed to his on the wooden log, and when you gesture your arm brushes his bicep with every movement. 

“No, no,” you’re saying, laughter ringing in your tone, “James is the kids’ favorite. No contest.” 

“Ava’s cabin is huge, though,” another counselor argues. “She’s got kids that come back just to see her every year.” 

“Yeah, but it’s only James’ first year.” You don’t catch the bit of pique in the more seasoned counselor’s voice, defending your stance lightly. James, roasting marshmallows for the both of you, keeps his mouth shut. “If he comes back next year, he’d have kids fighting over his cabin for sure.” 

“I could never handle as many kids as Ava does, though,” James says, pulling the flaming marshmallows away from the fire and blowing them out. “Here, lovely, do you have your stuff ready?” 

The distraction works. You hold up your graham crackers and chocolate eagerly, capturing a marshmallow between them and pulling it off the stick. 

“Can’t believe you’re one of those people who just burns the whole thing,” you say. “I expected better from you, James.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were being beggars and choosers tonight.” He glances over as he readies his own s’more supplies, and you’re grinning, your eyes crackling with amusement and something else. “How do you like them done?” 

“I take my time with it, so the outsides are brown but the insides are all melted.” You take a bite, not seeming too displeased despite the subpar quality of his marshmallow roast. “It’s like a brûlée.” 

A laugh trips off James’ tongue. “Oh, it’s like a brûlée, is it? Fancy.” 

You hum in prideful affirmation, polishing off your s’more quickly. James tries not to look too obviously pleased when your head drops to his shoulder. 

He holds his s’more away from your hair, turning towards you to say lowly, “I appreciate the compliments, but you’re gonna get me in trouble. Some of the other counselors have been coming here for years.” 

You make a breathy sound of amusement. “I’m just telling the truth. Look at this.” 

You reach down and take his forearm in your hand. Warmth seems to emanate from your touch. James lets you bring his wrist up to eye level. 

“Basically every kid at camp wanted to make you a friendship bracelet,” you say before letting his arm drop. It lands in the crease between your thigh and James’. “They all love you.” 

Your head moves, face tipping back to look at him. You look really pretty. It’s hardly the first time James has noticed tonight, and certainly not unusual for you, but the firelight plays soft over your features and you’re smiling more than usual so he’s having an especially difficult time keeping his eyes off of you. Especially when you look at him like this, all sweet and happy with the light from the bonfire glancing across your eyes and your cheek squished into his shoulder. The sight of you makes James’ stomach ache. 

“You’re everybody’s favorite,” you murmur.

The conversation around you fades into an indistinct thrum. You’re so close James can count your eyelashes, can feel your warm breath hitting his chin. If he were to kiss you, he knows you’d taste like graham crackers and chocolate and marshmallows roasted not quite the way you like them. Maybe his lips would still be a little sticky with the same, unwilling to let you go. 

James really wants to kiss you. 

You take in a soft, quick inhale, and then your face turns back the way it was, looking towards the bonfire instead of up at him. 

“That’s how I know no one will get mad at you,” you say. “You’re too easy to love.” 

“I think you’re giving me too much credit,” he replies. He reaches across you to finger the set of bracelets on your own wrist. “And maybe yourself not enough.” 

You make a dismissive sound, nudging James with your elbow. “You’re going to have to bring yours with you if you come back next year. If the kids see you without them, it’ll break their little hearts.” 

“Oh, I’m never taking these things off. Five hundred years from now, someone could dig up my grave and they’d just find a pile of bones and a bunch of string bracelets.” 

Your body shakes against his as you laugh. The sound of it is as bright and clear as the stars above your heads, and in James’ opinion thrice as lovely. 

“I’d be surprised if they last that long,” you say. “Hopefully they’re not the only thing you have to remember this place by.” 

James still wants to kiss you terribly. He appeases the urge by dropping his lips to your head. “No, I’m not worried about that.”

[zaine-m]

I like to think that Jayce and Viktor get a happy ending in the other universe too

Jayce feels awful that hextech took a life. Especially seeing powder (who is around the same age he was when him and his mom were saved by hextech) holding her dead sister's body

He says similar things as in the start of the trial but now fully meaning them and never mentions trying to create magic

Vander comes to Jayce's trial and stands up for him, saying he's just a stupid kid with a dream to help people who didn't know what he was doing

"Vi's with her mom now, let Jayce go home to his"

He does still sneak into his lab to attempt suicide but this time Viktor's "am I interrupting?" doesn't do anything, Jayce just turns back around and jumped, not being able to handle the guilt of accidentally taking a life while also realizing his life's work only caused harm

He survives the attempt and wakes up in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the waist down with his mother crying next to him

Viktor comes in a bit later while his mom is out making some food for him

His tone is completely too cold for the situation. Jayce is in complete despair and Viktor refuses to match the mood

He says most of the same stuff about how hextech can change people's lives but Jayce responds "yeah, well so far all it's done is a take the life of an innocent child"

"ehh, she was from the undercity. I grew up there, many children did not live to see adulthood"

"How does that make anything better?"

"Because this has the potential to change that. One explosion? There are toxic fumes and polluted waters slowly killing hundreds of children each year"

"Even if I wanted to I'm banned from the academy and ..." *waves at legs*

"pshh, you think trenchers are supposed to be at the academy and everything I did in my life I did while being disabled"

"Listen, I can't help you"

Viktor leaves Jayce's bracelet by his bed and heads towards the door. Jayce takes one look at it and throw it across the room in anger. "you probably shouldn't throw that", "GET OUT!"

A while later Vander comes to invite Jayce to Vi's memorial at the last drop

Jayce feels so guilty when he first comes into the last drop, everyone is staring at him

He sees Ekko, the kind little kid who had sold him such reasonably prices wares just days before his experiments accidentally killed his friend

Powder just starting going at him when she first sees him, her weak child-who-has-never-punched-before fists do very little damage especially because she's going so fast she doesn't fully pull her hands back

Jayce just lets her at it, crying and apologizing between the blows

Vander comes to pull Powder off of him, "it wasn't his fault, he didn't know how dangerous the materials were" she just looks back and screams at him before going back to her bedroom

Vander takes Jayce on a walk through the undercity to talk,

"Everyone in there knew what I did?"

"huh, no?"

"they were looking at me like I was a monster"

"yeah, that's cause you're dressed like a piltie"

"ohh, ha... I'm so sorry about what happened to Vi"

"It's a shame, but she's with her parents now"

*Jayce looks down, only feeling worse finding out the girl he killed was an orphan*

"You want to know how her parents died?" *they arrive at the bridge* "I thought I could help the undercity, create a better world by fighting for sovereignty. I led us across this bridge and lost so many people in the process, the undercity is still recovering"

"I'm so sorry"

"I was like you, I was young and ambitious and I wanted to help people. But you know what I learned. You don't need to make giant leaps to help the people around you"

On the way back Vander points out all the ways he's helped different people in the undercity, helping them make a business plan, caring for their kids when they were sick, helping them find a community at the last drop

He also points out all the things that could be helped like roofs with holes in them and cliffs that should have railings

"You don't need hextech to help the world, Jayce"

Jayce spends his time between his family's forge doing hammer work and around the undercity working as a handyman, building what he can to help people

Eventually he tracks down Viktor, hoping to find ways to make a more systemic change for things like the dirty water and polluted air

Viktor works on studies surveying the living conditions of those in the undercity and seeing what affects it has on expected lifespan and the likelihood of developing different diseases to present to the council

That along with the more pro-Zaun push that's been happening since Vi's death he gets quite a bit of work done

While he's doing this Jayce does what he can to start implementing changes by making water filters and distributing masks to those in the slump levels

After a few years Jayce petitions to be let back into the academy to help Viktor with his work on a formal level and with outstanding testimonials from many people in the undercity he's let back in

When their work making the undercity safer is done they move onto studying how to treat the various illnesses people in the undercity have suffered from living there

first starting with Viktor's various physical health issues and finding that a lot of his issues come from it never being studied how to use mobility aids and how improper use can put a strain on other parts of your body so he switched to a forearm crutch to help his back

I'm gonna say in this universe Viktor just has severe asthma which they're able to find medicines to treat so he still has issues breathing in a lot of the undercity, he just wears a mask most of the time and keeps his medication with him

Viktor and Jayce end up dating but it happens to slowly that it's hard to realize, they just spend all their time together working on their research and then they get an apartment together because they were both looking for roommates

Jayce stopped looking for people to date after the accident because he was going through a big life change and never got back in the game and Viktor always rejected anyone, saying he was too busy with his studies

Jayce is just physically affectionate in a way where hugging Viktor a lot turns into Viktor sitting on his lap whenever his leg is sore turns into Jayce playing with Viktor's hair when he's bored turns into them cuddling on the couch turns into them cuddling in bed turns into kisses on the forehead when one of them is sick turns into kisses when they're not sick

They're at the last drop one day and Viktor gets up off Jayce's lap to use with washroom and Vander asks Jayce, "so you think you'll propose soon" Jayce almost spits out his food, "what, what do you mean?"

"I mean you've been dating for like what 5 years now. You gotta pop the question sooner or later"

"umm... yeah" wait fuck are we dating, have we been dating for 5 years, what

In bed that night: "Viktor, I... I think I might like you... like romantically. I guess I never thought about it but I was talking to Vander and... and you've been the most important person in my life for the past like 6 years"

"Jayce, I thought we were dating? How are you only realizing this now"

"ohh"

"I called you my partner"

"I thought you meant like research partner"

"we kissed a lot"

"I thought those were like just for comfort... between friends"

*Viktor kisses him passionately but not the most passionately they've kissed before*

"Does that seem like it would be between friends?"

"heh, now that you mention it I guess not"

[kamii-2]

Could you do nika muhl smut where nika and her girl go out with the team and someone starts flirting with nikas girl like so much and she gets all jealous and possive LIKE YUHHHH MABYE CAR SEX

hi anon, i hope you enjoy!! (this is gonna set when nika went to uconn bc idk much about seattle storm) also im gonna start adding songs to stories if i feel like they fit the story

warning(s): cussing, smut, jealousy

genre: smut

pairing(s): jealous!nika mühl x reader

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you and nika were out with the entire uconn team, getting drinks and talking about everything and everyone.you were all sitting at a table. you drink was empty so you went to get another one “i’ll be back im gonna go get another drink.” you tapped nika on the thigh before getting up and grabbing your cup and going to the bar. while at the bar a guy walked up next to you, “hey.” he greeted, “hi.” you were being nice but you hoped and prayed he didn’t flirt with you because if he did nika would lose her shit and you simply didn’t want him to. “so, you alone?” he asked as the bartender gave you your drink. “no, my girlfriend is over there.” you told him while point to nika, trying to a sound as uninterested as possible.

“you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.” your eye widened the moment he said this, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, started to get annoyed. “you’re too hot to be going after girls, why not leave with me so i can show you how much better i am than her.” he offered. “i’m good.” you reply as you try to leave but he goes in front of you, “let me go.” you say as you try to find a way out. he ignored you and continued to trap you between him and the bar. nika is as confused on why you are gone for so long so she turned around and seen the guys all up on you and got up to figure out what’s going on.

she pushed him off of you and you quickly walked next to her, “go sit down, i’ll handle him.” she told you as you obeyed instantly. “what happened?” azzi asked the moment you sat down. “he ask me if i was alone and i told him i had a girlfriend and he told me i was too pretty to be gay then i don’t even know what he tried to do after.” you said while fixing your bracelets. “he was like trying to keep me there. he wasn’t letting me leave but nika‘s spidey senses were on or something and she came at the right time.” you told the basketball team as they all started to talk about men and the ups and downs about them. when nika returned you looked pissed. “what did you to him?” you asked while turning you attention to her, “just know he won’t ever mess with a girl like that ever again.” she replied while grabbing her phone off the table.

about 15 minutes later nika was still mad, “do you want to go home?” you whispered in her ear, instead of answering she just told everyone you guys were gonna leave and got up, dragging you with her. “y/n’s gonna get it good.” you heard ice say as you two walked away, you looked back at her and nodded and mouthed ‘yes i am.’ making the whole team laugh. as you two walked out, nika held your hand tightly the whole way to the car. when you reached the car she opened the back instead of the front. you immediately got excited and got in, nika getting in the back with you. the moment the door shut she started to make out with you. you straddled her lap and put the hands on both sides of her face, her hands went down to your hips and made you grind against her.

she lifted you up slightly and moved you to one of her thighs, making you grind back and forth. you breathed heavily as she made you grind faster, “fuck nika.” you whimpered while breaking the kiss and leaving your head on her shoulder. sje continued to help you ride her thigh until you came on her clothed thigh. she laid you down on the seat with your head against the window. she touched your dress up to your stomach then took your panties off, tossing them to the ground. she dove into your pussy, licking you like you were ice cream. you moaned loudly as she continued to eat you out. “holy shit!” you cried, your legs starting to shake slightly.

“oh i-i’m gonna cum. nika please do not stop im gonna cum.” you whined as your legs shook more. you were so close to cumming it felt like you were going to burst all on her. after a few more seconds you came on her mouth, she came back up and wiped her face with her hands. “did i give it to you good?” she asked with a slight smirk, at first you were confused then you realized she was talking about what you said, well really mouthed earlier. you smiled back and nodded, “yes you did.” you gave her a kiss then picked up your panties and put them back on, pulling your dress down after. “let’s go home, then we can finish this.” you told her while getting ready to get out and walk to the front.

when you slightly opened the door you heard the team talking. “nika’s car is still here.” you heard paige say as you opened the door completely and got out, you smiled and waved at them. “there is absolutely no way.” aubrey said while laughing, “i’m never sitting in your car again nika.” kk said with a look of disgust. you laughed with them then got in the passenger seat, nika getting in a few seconds later. “i can’t believe they walked out at the same time.” nika laughed as she started the car and started to drive. “that’s lowkey embarrassing.” you laughed with her.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: this wasn't my planned update but here we go.

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Your grandmother is where she always is. In her chair reading her book. She doesn’t look up and you don’t bother saying a word. She’s getting exactly what she’s always wanted and she doesn’t even realise it. She’s getting rid of you. Another thing you’ve done for her that she’ll never acknowledge. 

You go into your room and look around. You sit on the bed and examine each wall. You’re not going to miss this place, just your freedom. There is no illusion left around Andy. He’s shown how far he’ll go to make his will your own. You don’t expect him to ‘take care of you’ as he keeps promising, not in the way it sounds. 

You huff and hold your head. You’re not going to sleep. You don’t have time to. You have to figure out what to take with you. What do you tell your grandmother? She won’t care either way, will she. She’ll finally have her empty nest. At least someone will have what they want. 

You don’t have much to your name. Your switch, your headset, controllers; that’s the expensive stuff. Your clothes are mostly used, easily replaceable. You’re not really worried about dressing up. 

You spend the hours going through every little nook and cranny. You’re not sentimental, you don’t have much that it more than material. Only a box of keepsakes from the few years of your life; a friendship bracelet the neighbour girl gave you before she moved away, some meaningless award you won in grade school for attendance, and the only thing left to you by your parents, besides resent; a baby sweater you wore when they thought they could love you. 

You fit everything you’re taking in a single bag. The rest you box up and drag out to the curb. In the early hours, the house is quiet and you try not to make too much noise. Your grandmother’s snores stir from her room. She’s blissfully ignorant just as always. 

You strip the bed and put the sheets and blanket in the wash. Hopefully you can switch it over before you go. You wipe down the furniture with a wet cloth and dust the corners and the empty closet. You’re covered in sweat and breathless by the time you have the entire space barren. You’re so tired you’re dizzy but closing your eyes only brings Andy’s voice to mind. 

There’s a creak and you raise your head as the ripples dissipate. Your grandmother slouches as she clings to the door handle and scowls. She looks around the room and her grey brow twitches. 

“Eh, what’re you doing?” She growls, “making all this noise.” 

“Leaving,” you shrug. 

“Leaving? To where?” 

You’re dumbfounded she’s even asked. You sit up and show your hands, “gotta go back to school soon anyway so I’m going to crash with Kara. I’ll leave money on the table when I go.” 

“Oh.” 

That’s all she says before she goes. She believes you only because she doesn’t care enough to doubt you. You hang your head and sigh. You can’t help but think of what Andy said. You hate to admit it but he’s right. There’s no one else who wants you. It doesn’t make him a better option, just the only. 

Thinking makes your head hurt. Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep. You check your phone and wrap up the charging cord. Morning already. Nearly 7am. You spent hours clearing out your old life; a life that was never really living. 

There’s a message waiting for you. Two. Both from Andy. The first is a good night you never answered and the second from just twenty minutes ago, asking if you’re awake. You send a thumbs up. That’s all you can handle right now. 

The call comes almost as soon as the message sends and the check mark turns blue. You answer without hesitation. Your so numb to the inevitability of it all, there’s no sense in avoiding any of it. You just want this over with even though you know it won’t be. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” Andy purrs from the other end. Your throat clenches and your cheeks tug into a frown. “How are you?” 

You go to speak and cough, your mouth dry. You clear your throat and rub your forehead as it throbs with the effort, “awake. Packed.” 

“Oh, honey, you sound tired.” 

“Mm,” you hum flatly. 

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he says, “I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” He pauses, waiting for the lies you won’t give him. “Well, when do you wanna head out? Do you need a little more time?” 

“Ready,” you utter. Not really ready but resigned.  

“Sure, sweetheart, I’ll just get myself together and be over in twenty minutes, how does that sound?” 

Why is he asking you like you have a choice? You garble an agreement and hang up. You put the phone down as you sit on the naked mattress and stare. Your head is swimming with fatigue. As you close your eyes, the fear returns. You’re really doing this. 

You fold over your lap and whimper. It’s over, not that it ever really begun. Not that you were ever really expected much. You just wanted to be your own person, have your own space, make your own way. For once in your life, you just wanted to be you. 

Andy isn’t going to let that happen. You don’t know him but you know he wants you to be something you aren’t. Whether it’s delusion or cruelty, you don’t know, but you know something isn’t right. It can never be right. 

You get up and unlock your phone. You key in a message with the last of your strength; ‘meet me at the corner’. You don’t think she’ll bother herself but you wouldn’t want your grandma to see the truth. You’re not sure she’d even care enough to judge you. 

You come out as she grumbles into a coffee cup. You roll your bag behind you and grab your jacket from the hook by the door; a light canvas one you wear in the mornings when the dew chills the air. She stares at the television as the news blares at her. 

“Here,” you take out the little bit of cash you have left to your name and place it on the table at her elbow, “I’m... going now.” 

“Erm,” she grunts and slurps the coffee. She doesn’t even look at you. Should you tell her you’re not coming back? You leave your keys with the money 

You just turn and pull your bag after you to the door, stopping only to put your shoes on. You open the front door and step out into the soft hues of morning. It would be a beautiful day if the world hadn’t gone gray. 

Your bag wheels scratch the pavement behind you, the whole thing jostling at the end of the long handle. You head down to the corner and park yourself on the curb, waiting as your eyes rove the area. You take it all in; the fences, the hedges, the cracked birdbath, and the few welcome signs on doors. 

The low whir of an engine approaches. You know without looking it’s him. But you do. You have to face it. 

“Hey,” Andy steps out as you stand on the curb. “Let me get this, sweetheart.” 

He reaches back inside the car and hits a switch. The trunk opens on its own. Is it pathetic that you’re kind of impressed by that? You’ve only seen trunks that you open with your hands. He lifts your bag inside easily and taps another button, the hatch closing slowly behind him. 

“Come on, you look beat,” he touches your shoulder and you flinch, curling inward as you shake his hand away. “I brought you a coffee. Not the hotel brew, the good stuff.” 

You numbly follow him around to the other side. He opens the car door and you stare at the interior. You take a breath and grab the trim of the door and haul yourself inside. You drop heavily into the seat and your head bounces against the rest. 

He lingers. You feel his gaze on you. He’s expecting something you can’t give him. Not yet. You don’t know if ever. You let out a murmur as he leans in to kiss your cheek. You fight not to show your disgust. 

“Just relax. I’ll drive, you get some sleep, sweetheart,” he caresses your arm. You don’t react. Not a look, not a flinch. 

He shuts the door and walks along the hood. You watch him through the windshield. He’s wearing one of those suits. Dark navy slacks and white shirt with a black tie. You let your head loll and see the matching jacket folded neatly in the back seat. 

He gets in the car, his weight felt in the axle. He hits the button to wake the engine and buckles his belt. He glances over. 

“Hey, safety first.” 

You huff. He's acting like the dad you never had. You click the seat belt into place and turn your face to the window. He inhales deeply and lets it out slow before he puts the SUV into gear. 

“You say goodbye to grandma?” 

“Mm... mhmm,” you grumble. 

“She’ll miss you, huh?” 

Your lip curls and you hide your face as you focus on the houses rolling slowly by. Why is he playing this game? Did he not throw her apathy in your face to get here? 

“Did you bring your switch? We could play some at the hotel,” he offers. 

You close your eyes and ball your fists. It takes everything you have left not to scream and hit him. It’s like he’s rubbing it in. He won! He won! 

And you lost. Just like always. 

“What about Kara?” You ask crisply. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re hoarse. Try some of the coffee,” he reaches to flick the top of a travel mug. You narrow your eyes as you follow the gesture. The purplish pink metal is topped with a white plastic lid. On the side, the outline of a game controller is patterned on the multicoloured finish. “It’s a good brew. Only a few places I’ve found have it. I’ll take you to the shop back home once you’re settled.” 

You’re not arguing with him. You’ve seen how far that gets you. You take the cup and pop the tab on top. You take a tentative sip as you feel the heat within. 

“I added some sugar,” he says. 

“I don’t like sugar,” you snap the lid shut and put the lid back. 

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “guess we have a lot to learn about each other.” 

“Kara,” you insist again. 

He sighs and taps his fingers on the wheel, “I called last night. They’re holding her so we can pay the bond.” 

We? He’s not subtle. You sniff as your back racks with the sort of achiness that comes from being so tired. 

“I’ll talk to them. Get the charges knocked down. If anything, I can get them piled onto that boy she keeps around. He’s trouble, if I’ve ever seen it--” 

“Seen?” You echo, “have you... seen him?” 

He hesitates and his cheek dimples under his dark beard. He stares at the road ahead as his lips move as if he’s talking silently. Finally, he answers. 

“I only wanted to make sure you were safe. I know better than any that hanging out with the wrong crowd can get you into a lot of trouble--” 

“No, Andy, tell me. Were you watching her too?” You sit up with effort. 

“You should sleep, it’s a long drive,” he girds. 

“Andy, tell me--” 

“I had too. You cut me off and I had to be sure you were okay,” he insists. “And you weren’t. Not really. Sweetheart, things are going to be a lot better. Together. You just can’t see it right now because you never--” 

“Oh, I know what I’ve never had,” you fall back and slump against the door, “you don’t need to keep reminding me.” 

A roiling silence fills the compartment. He exhales again and slows as his blinker clicks noisily. He turns onto the next road as you feel his anxiety. Or maybe it’s your own. 

“I’m sorry. I only want...” he trails of as he measures his words, “I want to take care of you. To give you all that stuff. I don’t want you to feel bad.” 

“I’m tired,” you snip and fold your arms. 

“Right,” he says tensely, “yeah, get some sleep. Easier to talk after.” 

Talk? You’re done talking to him. He only says the same thing over and over again.  

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER THREE

Chapter 3:The New girl

The following morning Tucker and Dan spent so much time trying to get a better handle on Dan's powers that they almost forgot all about class, that is until Tucker got suspicious .

Tucker: “Uhh Danny?”

Dan:”yeah?”

Tucker:”What time is it??”

Dan shurgged

Dan:”I don't know, like 8:30…”

Tucker:”And what time do we usually have class?”

Dan:”like eight forty fi…….”

The sudden realization hit Danny like a wrecking ball.

Dan:”.....ohhhhhhhh crap”

The two immediately rushed to get ready in an attempt to avoid one of Mr Lancers “when you’re late you’re only failing yourself, lectures”. They both quickly got dressed and swallowed the breakfast that Tucker made..not wasting any time chewing. Tucker grabs his and Danny's backpacks and immediately starts heading out the door before Danny stopped him.

Dan:”What are you doing!?”

Tucker:”leaving?If we’re late, Lancer will have our asses!”

Dan:”Dude we're not gonna make it on foot,it'll take too long.”

Tucker:”Then what do you suggest we do?”

Dan gave Tucker a devious grin and his eyes flashed a ghastly green in response.

Dan:”Just one...I’m going ghost!!”

In a quick flash of light Dan turns into his ghost form which had a few differences,previously when Dan transformed he kept the same clothes that he wore normally but this time he wore an outfit that consisted of black sweatshirt with a white hood,black pants and paired with white fingerless gloves and sneakers.It was Tucker's idea to give the phantom persona a different outfit so that he couldn't be traced back to Dan.

With little regard for safety he grabs Tucker and leaps out of the window,at first Dan is confident that today will be the day he actually flies but that confidence becomes short-lived as the duo immediately start plummeting to the ground. Just as last time, Dan manages to cushion Tucker’s fall before immediately reverting back to his human form.

Dan::So uh...heh .Still can’t fly.”

Tucker punches him in his arm before getting up and dusting himself off. 

Dan:”You know this is the 2nd time we’ve fallen out of the window this week,you think the neighbors are worried?”

Tucker:”We don't have time for this!”

He grabbed Dan and together the two ran at maximum speed to class,they eventually arrived 10 minutes late and were greeted by a very annoyed Lancer.

Lancer:”Tucker,Daniel glad you two took so much time out of your busy schedule to join us..”

Mr Lancers sarcastic remarks were met with giggling by the rest of the class much to the boys' annoyance. 

Dan:”Mr Lancer we can explain!!”

Tucker:”yeah,see what had happened was..”

Lancer, who was clearly too angry to care, raised his hand, cutting them off.

Mr Lancer:”First the mess in the lab yesterday then your tardiness today..you boys are going to drive me up a wall!.Just take your seats so that I may begin my lecture.”

He points the boys over to the back of the lecture hall and they do as instructed. Dan took a seat next to an attractive asian girl with extremely pale skin and hair as black as his that matches her purple eyes.She was of slim build and averaged height and She wore a black crop top with a small camo green spaghetti strap tank top underneath , she also wore a black studded choker, with matching bracelets, black combat boots and  black miniskirt with purple stockings underneath.

Dan is only able to pay attention for few minutes into the class before a tugging on his sleeve derails his attention.

Dan:”Ummm hello?”

She flashes him a friendly smile.

????:” I’ve never seen Lancer too mad to even yell! He must be really tired of you guys.”

Dan lets out a quiet chuckle.

Dan:”Yeahhhh we kinda messed up the lab yesterday so he's a bit pissed.”

The girl giggled in response.

????:”damn I'd be pissed too if i was him.”

Dan:”And who are you exactly?Are you even in this class?”

????:”I am,I just usually don’t come to this class since the work is super easy. “

She leaned back in her chair as if to emphasize how laid back Lancers class was for her.

????:”I figured why waste the time.”

Dan:”heh noted..”

????:”As for my name, it’s Sam Manson, and you are?”

Dan:”Dan Fenton..but my friends call me Danny.”

Sam:”So Danny, how'd you guys mess up the lab??”

Dan let out a weak chuckle as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

Dan:”our..ghost portal exploded.”

Sam:”Ghost portal??”

Dan:”Yeah.me and Tuck are Paranormal studies majors.”

He gestured over to Tucker who at the sound of his name waved in response.

 Dan”We were trying to make a ghost portal but Our calculations were wrong and well it went boom……”

Sam's eyes lit up in wonder.

Sam:”That's so cool!”

Dan:”It is??”

Sam:”Well not the part about your portal exploding, that part sucks but Ghosts are super cool though!”

Dan:”You’re a ghost fanatic?”

She schooched her chair closer to Dan As if his question was some kind of signal.

Sam:”not just ghosts! Vampires, werewolves and really just supernatural stuff in general!”

Dan:”So I take it you’re also a paranormal studies major?”

She nodded in response while flashing him another smile.

Dan:”So are we.”

Sam:”Dope!The 3 of us should hang out sometime then.”

Dan:”Sounds like fu..”

But before he could finish his sentence a gust of blue smoke escaped Dan's mouth.

Dan:”that can’t be good…”

Sam:”What can’t?”

Dan:”uhh nothing! I gotta go!!”

He quickly grabbed his belongings and was about to dash out of the classroom when Lancer stopped him!

Lancer:”Pride and Prejudice Mr Fenton! Where do you think you’re going!”

Dan:”out!It’s umm an emergency!”

He pushed past Lancer and rushed out the door into the mens toilet.

Mr Lancer:”must be some powerful bowels…poor boy.”

He simply shrugged and returned to his lecture.

Dan:”What the hell was that blue smoke just then? That can’t be normal!”

Then without warning it happened again.

Dan:”What is that!!”

????:that's death's calling card!

Dan turns around and sees a green octopus-like ghost with 6 tentacles and glowing red eyes staring right at him.Without hesitating he turned into his ghost form and prepared to engage the strange beast.

Dan:”What are you? Some kind of Ectoplasm Octopus? Ectopus?”

Without further words ectopus swung his tentacles at him knocking him back into the hallway.Dan who was shaken from the last attack delivered a vicious right kick at the ghost knocking it into the wall, but that wasn't enough to defeat it and the ghost immediately recovered it launched all 6 of its tentacles at him, which Dan proceeded to dodge effortlessly.As he closes the distance between them he delivered countless rapid punches disorienting the ghost but eventually it regained its composure they started trading punches at each other,fist for fist blow for blow with neither of them wavering even the slightest, however Ectopus gains the upper had and knocks Dan into a nearby wall, Dan got up and rushed towards the ghost only to see that the ghost had taken a female student who was on her way to class as a hostage. She tried to scream for help but the ghost immediately wrapped his tentacle around her throat.

Dan:”Let her go!!”

Ectopus:”like hell I will! Your move ghost boy,one wrong move and I’ll suffocate her!”

Dan:”alright fine,you win!”

Dan put his hands up in surrender but just as he did a beam of energy left his hands and zapped the ghost splattering it all over the students body.

Dan:”That was awesome!!”

He glances at his hands.

Dan:”How'd I do that?”

The female student, who was extremely annoyed at what just happened walked up to Danny and began waving an accusing finger at him.

????:”You freak!!Look what you did to me!!”

Dan:”You mean save you??”

????:”Is this your idea of a save!?You ghosts are all alike,all you do is make a mess out of things!!!”

Dan:”You’re welcome by the way.”

????:”eughhh!!”

Without any further words she stormed out. Dan, who was just extremely tired from the whole encounter, quickly changed back and went to the mess hall Where he collapsed onto the table.

Tucker and Sam arrived in the cafeteria moments later and were both puzzled to see Dan completely passed out on a nearby table.Sam took a seat next to him and attempted to wake up but Dan wouldn’t budge.

Sam:”damn he’s really passed out!Is this normal?”

Tucker chuckled.

Tucker:”Way More normal than you'd think..”

He grabbed Dan by his shoulders and slapped him a couple times before he finally jolted awake completely disoriented from his nap.

Dan:”yeah...yeah I’m up!”

Sam:”Hey Sleeping Beauty, glad you could join us.”

She flashed him a mocking smile but unfortunately for her Dan was too dazed to notice.

Dan:”Hey,err Sam! What are you doing here?”

Tucker:”She got worried when you left in such a rush so she offered to help me look for you..”

Dan:”err well thanks!”

Sam:”don’t mention it. So what happened back there anyway?”

Dan turned to Tucker and gave him a look that somehow managed to explain the entire situation that happened.Tucker simply nodded in response Then they both returned their attention back to Sam before she could notice.

Dan:”It was nothing..”

His obvious lie wasn’t good enough to fool her and only served to make the girl even more curious.She leaned in closer and gave the boy a look so stern even the box ghost would budge.

Sam:”didn’t seem like nothing,seemed like a pretty big deal. 

Immediately Dan snapped.

Dan:”Well it wasn’t alright! Why do you even care anyway, you don’t even know me!”

The skeptical goth girl simply leans back in her chair and smiles.

Sam:”Calm down, I was just teasing!.”

She flashes them both a devious smile causing a blush to spread across Dan's face.

Dan:”oh…yeah totally ... .my bad.”

She lets out a soft laugh.

Sam:”It was funny as hell when you bolted past Lancer tho,you should’ve seen the look on his face.”

Tucker:”yeah it was actually really funny!”

The trio shared a laugh together before Sam  got up.

Sam:”Well this has been fun but I need to go,But hey we should all hang out again sometime!”

Dan:”Sure!”

And with a final wave goodbye she left.

Tucker:”She seems interesting…... and she’s cute!”

He playfully punches Dan's arms while offering him a sly grin.

Tucker:”Not bad bro!”

Dan's face flashed red at Tucker’s comment.

Dan:”uh wha-what? It’s not like that!!”

Tucker:”surreeeeeee it isn’t. Like you totally didn’t notice how cute that goth chic was?”

Dan:”I didn’t…”

Tucker:”So what you’re saying is that if I had access to her phone number which I do, you wouldn’t want it?”

Dan:”how’d you get her number?”

Tucker:”she wanted the 3 of us to hang out”

He hands Dan a folded piece of paper with some numbers on it.Unable to contain his embarrassment anymore Dan quickly accepts the number and buries his face into the table and pulls his hood over it.

Dan:”you're never gonna let me live this down huh?”

Tucker:”afraid not..”

To be continued..

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Thanks for reading ☺️ hope you guys still fuck with it cuz I'll write as long as you're willing to read

We finally got sam here so the plot can only go up from here...i hope😅

[7ndipity]

Long Distance Relationship Headcanons

Jimin x Reader

Summary: How Jimin would handle a long distance relationship with his s/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to @animesllut666 for requesting this one!

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I think Jimin would struggle a bit with a long distance relationship, just because of how physically affectionate and how much of a care-er he is. He would hate not being able to physically be there for you and look after you.

But he manages to find unique little ways to make you feel closer and show you he cares.

Calls you almost every day, even if it’s just for like five minutes to ask about your day and to tell you that he loves you.

Good morning/goodnight texts.

Definitely sends stuff like hoodies/t shirts back and forth with you to share, and smiles so big whenever he notices you wearing them in pictures.

Video call ‘dates’, but it’s mostly you just leaving the call open while you do whatever so you can keep each other company.

“Where did I put my glasses down?” Bedside table behind you.” “Wha- oh, thank you!”

Another who, like Yoongi, makes little ‘jokes’ about you moving to Korea. “I heard about this new apartment complex near the park, you’d have a great view of the river!” “Ugh, I forgot to go grocery shopping” “That wouldn’t be an issue if you lived here, we could eat together.”

Sends monthly care packages, with an emphasis on the ‘care’ part(yes, I’m still thinking about him asking Jin for a shopping list before going to visit him in the military, he’s too sweet*cry)

He packs little things like hand warmers and cozy socks for you in the winter, sunscreen and cooling sprays in the summer, random lil gadgets that he saw on instagram ads, just anything he can think of to help make your day to day life a lil better/easier.

Gets you both those couples bracelets or lamps that are touch activated where when you touch yours, the other lights up.

Sleepy video calls at 1 in the morning where one or both of you is fighting desperately not to doze off but refusing to hang up bc you wanted to see each other.

Drops everything and flies to you if you’re sick/hurt or having a hard time. He doesn’t care if it’s an over-reaction, he wants to be there to take care of you, whether that’s feeding you soup while you’re sick or just being a shoulder to cry on.

Completely overjoyed when you’re finally able to remove the long-distance aspect to your relationship when you move to Korea and you’re able to see each other everyday.

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[chiaraswritings]

Gossip and Galas

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Alcohol, derogatory language, crowds, sexual references, comfort. 18+.

Word Count: 1.9K words

Summary: Shortly after her engagement to Bruce Wayne, fem!reader is met with the gossip that comes with it at one of his charity galas.

Author's Note: Finally made a masterlist, so go ahead and check that out for more fluffy stories like this. Comforting fics like this are just what I like for winter weather. I hope all of you are having a wonderful holiday season, and I hope you enjoy.

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My bracelets clinked against each other on my wrist, sliding down my arm as I lifted my hand to brush back my hair, my focus never leaving the man whose arm I was grasping. He stood tall, the suit looking almost small on his frame, smiling politely while he escorted me into the ballroom. This year’s charity gala was quite full, very few people had sent their regrets. The champagne gown that hung over my body glittered, matching the diamond jewelry framing my face.

One diamond I kept hidden in my fiance's arm, dodging the prying eyes full of curiosity. Everyone wanted to see the size of the rock he had placed on my finger, desperate to be the first to share the flaming news. He had only proposed a week before, and it had hit the news almost overnight. Now, it was a free-for-all to see who could get the inside scoop first.

Breaking through my thoughts, he tilted his head downwards to hum, “Did I tell you that you look stunning tonight?” 

His comment pulled a smile out of my peach-tinted lips. “You’ve said that six times.”

“Then let me say it a seventh time, you look absolutely stunning.” With the gentlest touch, he placed his hand over my arm in a comforting gesture. The affection made me forget everything for a moment, before the inevitable began. 

Guests from all directions began to approach us, important names from all over Gotham, curious voices disguised with polite words. His smile opened ten different conversations at once, and I contented myself with the image of a silent trophy wife. Naturally, I had plenty to say, many words I wanted to make heard, but this was neither the time nor the place. 

As I moved my left hand away from Bruce’s arm to brush away a strand of hair from my face, someone caught it in a tight grip. 

“What a beautiful ring this is! What a size! Your finger is going to get tired of wearing that…” My hand was immediately surrounded by a group of five or six women, all peering down at the newly acquired engagement ring. My natural reaction was to jerk my hand back, but as I did, I was met with disapproving and disheartening looks from the curious viewers. I slowly let my hand slide back into place, allowing them to inspect with judgemental astonishment. 

I turned my head back to Bruce in a silent plea for rescue, but he was occupied with a champagne glass in his hand and several well-dressed gentlemen holding his attention. Now a small crowd was gathered around my hand, many pairs of eyes leering. Using my sweetest smile, I was slowly able to pry free from the spectators and rejoin my fiance in the moment. The moment didn’t last very long. 

As more and more people moved past, my lips became a straighter and straighter line. When Bruce noticed that my grip on his arm was becoming a little too tight for comfort, he turned to me with a whisper. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, can we… start walking?” I turned my head in the direction of the bar. 

“Of course.” He gently guided me in the alluring direction of sparkling wine glasses, leaving a small trail of party-goers behind us. 

Several exchanged words later between the bartender, and he placed a glass of wine in my hand, which I began to sip instantly. “Sorry I’m getting so uptight, I always think I’m going to handle parties better than I do.” 

“It’s okay. Don’t think twice about it.” He placed a kiss on my cheek before eyeing another group of guests walking towards us with conversation topics written all over their faces. “Do you mind?”

“No, no, of course not. Go on, have fun.” My smile was fake, but my love was real. I watched him move off into the crowd, entertaining the many who were trying to catch his eye. He was going to have a good time, socialize, and later tonight I’d get all his attention.

I moved into a corner, next to a large, decorative ivory pillar where I could ease my tension and finish my glass of wine. I watched another party of women moving past me, their stares nearly piercing my left hand. Quickly, I shifted my glass into my right hand and put my left behind my back. Not only did I feel judged, I felt ridiculous. Tonight I was supposed to be the princess on the arm of my prince, ravishing in the glory of the spotlight.

It didn’t feel like glory, and I didn’t feel glorious. I didn’t want to be on his arm right now. As exciting as it was to be nearly royal for a night, after all the comments, whispers, and questions, I felt used, almost dirty. Tonight I’d been called many things in overheard conversation. So far I could mark gold-digger, leech, and other appealing titles off the list.

As I took a rather embarrassing gulp of my wine, I could hear feminine voices moving closer on the other side of the pillar. I turned my head, ready to move to a more secluded spot, before I caught a snippet of their conversation. When I heard my name, I sucked in my stomach, trying to disappear behind the stone to eavesdrop. 

“Did you see how vain she looked on his arm? I can’t believe how proud she is.”

“Especially after he probably pulled her out of the gutter. Who knows how many rich, brainless guys she’s played around with.” 

“You know she’s just waiting to sink her teeth into that divorce settlement.”

“Can you believe he’s so dense that he’d buy her such a huge ring? Somebody’s gotta tell him before she runs away with the next moneybag that smiles at her.”

“He’ll definitely be single in a few months. Don’t worry, Liv, you’ll get your shot with him.”

“Where’d she even come from?”

“Streets, no doubt.”

“You know, that’s probably why he’s with her! He hired her and then…”

“He fell for her the first time she gave him head.”

“Girls like her…”

“I know. What a slut.”

Gold-digger I could handle. Leech hurt, but it was fine. Slut was a cut I couldn’t manage right now. Maybe if my social energy wasn't gone, I might’ve appeared from behind the pillar looking like a goddess and given them a smart remark that would leave their glossed mouths gaping and their confidence rattled.

But that wasn’t where I was at right now. 

Instead I was back at the bar, fleeing their snickers and giggles, asking the bartender to hand over another bottle of Cabernet and to not ask questions. With the bottle tucked safely under my arm and the stem of a wine glass between my fingers, I fled to the safety of the private quarters of the manor. Before I ascended the first flight of stairs, I kicked off my heels, letting them lay where they landed on the floor. My feet immediately felt relief even while climbing flight after flight of stairs till I reached the master bedroom Bruce and I had come to share. 

Realizing I had no corkscrew with me, I glared down at the bottle, calculating the quickest way to open it. I don’t need all my teeth, I thought to myself. Before I could get a chance to pry out the cork, the bedroom door opened behind me, startling me. I whipped around, my heart racing, feeling guilty for abandoning the gala and running away to drink alcohol.

“Thought you might need this.” Bruce stood in the doorway with a corkscrew, his face riddled with concern and a bit of amusement. 

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” I ordered, marching to him and taking it from his hand. “And don’t act like you don’t have a thousand people downstairs asking for you. Duty calls.” I tried to shoo him away with my hand before he caught my wrist and pressed a kiss to my palm.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I saw your face when you left.”

“Go away, I have a date with a wine glass. I’ll tell you later.”

“(Y/N).” He calmly ushered me away from the door and sat me on the foot of the bed.

“I heard some… people… saying… things… about me.” I managed to get out. 

“Which people? I’ll have them removed right now. What did they say?” His fingers brushed away loose hair that hung in front of my face.

“Nothing. I don’t want to think about it. Let me just…” I looked at him and then at the waiting bottle of Cabernet. 

“Absolutely, want some company?”

Yes. “No, it’s okay. You need to get back.”

“No, I don’t.” 

“Yes, you do! The gala has two more hours to run!” 

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll go next year.”

“Right. I’m serious, you’re going to be missed.”

“I’d rather be missed by them than by you.” His eyes glared into mine with stubborn insistence. I sighed.

“I’m not getting rid of you, am I?” 

“Not at all.”

“...Okay.”

Bruce grinned triumphantly before making his way to the cabinet in the corner of the room and retrieving another wine glass. When he returned, his arm automatically wrapped around my waist. “Tell me what they said about you.”

“It’s not worth it,” I replied, finally managing to open the bottle of wine.

“Allow me,” Bruce took the bottle from my hand to pour both our glasses and pressed a kiss behind my ear. “You’re going to tell me after you finish this glass anyway, might as well tell me now.” 

My glare wasn’t enough to deter him from his quest for an answer. “They said you pulled me from the streets, and that I was a slut, and I was going to divorce you and run away with somebody else…” 

“But that’s not true, is it?” He caught my chin with his fingers and tilted it upwards, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I didn’t find you on the streets, I found you doing what you’re best at, working hard and making a career for yourself. I can’t think of a more admirable thing you could be doing.” 

I smiled at the flashback to when we had crossed paths in a business meeting. “Mhm.”

“If anything, I don’t deserve you. Not only are you beautiful, you complete me. You make me better.” 

My eyes closed as he pressed a very passionate, loving kiss to my lips. His hand rested on my waist, stroking with his thumb, sending tingles up my spine. When my eyes opened again, he was smiling. I couldn’t help but do the same. “Okay. Thank you for… all of this. Leaving the party for me.”

“You will always come first. What else did they say?”

“They said you fell in love with me the first time I gave you head.” 

He tilted his head, pretending to ponder the statement. “Well…”

Laughing, I gently shoved his shoulder. “Bruce!” 

“Okay, okay.” 

Below, the party-goers searched for us, but we didn’t return. The feeling was transforming, suddenly I felt like the most important and beautiful woman in the world. His world. There, with him, I started to feel myself not care what they said about me or what names they came up with. Here, I was just his. And that was enough.

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[fivestaralien]

headphones and other accessories

-> jeongin x gn!reader

warnings"+: talks of being mentally overstimulated, mentally slipping in public a little, jeongin is always paying attention and best boyfieee word count: 821 a.n.// probably my fav one ive written so far. I wish I had someone to help me like this when I feel too much in public so this is definitely self indulgent. lmk if I miss anything and if anyone can relate to this im sorry you have to deal with this:( it sucks but my messages are always open! please stay safe everyone!

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 The pounding in your head was getting worse by the second. It didn’t help that everyone around you was in their own conversions which amplified the loud sounds. Now don't get it twisted, you love being around your friends, but right now the overstimulation was becoming suffocating and you were beginning to panic. 

 Everything is beginning to blend together as your eyes start to glaze over and all you want to do is go home. Normally you would’ve tugged Jeongins sleeve, letting him know your social battery was dead, but it had been so long since everyone could go out like this so you didn’t want to ruin that. It had only been an hour and he looked so happy, laughing along to jokes and animatedly talking about something that happened on tour. 

 Jeongin could tell though. He knows you too well not to. 

 He first noticed when you kept checking your phone and messing with the fidget ring he had gotten you for your one year anniversary. Then you started talking less and staring off into the space around you. The final thing that sent him into protective boyfriend mode was when you started sniffing. You only did that when you were holding back tears, trying not to disturb others as you were silently suffering these overwhelming feelings. 

 Without alarming the guys he reaches his hand over to rest on your thigh, gently kneading it to let you know that he’s here. Jeongin continues his conversation like nothing's wrong which you appreciate. He knows how much you hate when the guys coddle you when they notice you struggling in public. 

 Both your hands fly to his wrist in search of your favorite accessory that he never takes off. The fidget bracelet that matches your ring. The metal spheres glide back and forth against the skin of Jeongins wrist, making his heart grow warm. Knowing he is helping ease your mind, in turn eases his own, even if it’s just for a little. 

 “Do we need to leave?” He whispers in your ear, leaning far enough in front of you so you wouldn’t look at anyone except him. 

 Jeongin always does this so you wouldn't base your feeling on how you thought they were feeling but on how you were. In his own words, after the first time you accidentally let yourself slip, “Tell me what you need as if it’s just us two. Only your feelings matter right now, okay?” 

 That had only been a few months after you officially started dating and you knew after that, that you were falling hard and fast for him. No one has ever been so gentle and patient with you as Jeongin has and still to this day he only gets better. You thank the universe everyday for dropping him into your life. You look at him then back down to his bracelet you were still fidgeting with. 

 “I can handle another half hour.” You tell him. 

 He has no reason to second guess you since he made you promise to never lie for the sake of hurting other people’s feelings. Jeongin looks your face over before nodding and then leans back in his seat. Your brain panics when his hand retracts from your thigh, but when you see him only grabbing something from his bag, it calms you a little. 

 To your complete surprise, a pair of wireless headphones are placed on your lap, brand new. 

 “I already connected them to your phone.” 

 You look up at him with furrowed brows and a frown but he was already back to talking with Hyunjin. The bracelet finds its way back between your fingers the second he drapes his arm across your lap, hand resting on the outside of your thigh. You try not to cry as you stare down at the black headphones but it wasn’t really working that well. 

 Quickly you grab your phone, going into the settings app then clicking the bluetooth section. Your eyes sting even more as you see the name you're sure Jeongin set as he connected them. ‘my universe<3’

 You press the power button on the headphones and watch the screen as it connects to your phone, then put them on your head. The difference in sound between when you didn’t have them on, to having them on is astounding. The world became a lot more tolerable now that the mix between the cafe music and your friends loud voices were deafened. 

 You don’t bother putting any music on, the random conversations around you are entertaining enough now that you are calming down a little. Once again your hands go to the bracelet but you made sure to squeeze his hand as a thank you before fully letting yourself space out. 

 Jeongin squeezes back, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and can’t help but internally coo at how adorable the headphones looked on you.

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[andre-and-cal]

I NEED ANDRE AND CAL HCS!

Sure thing !! Hope you like! :3

General Andre and Cal Headcanons,,

Calvin tends to “tune out” Andre’s words whenever he’s explaining instructions to him— whether it be related to their Zero Day plans, board game rules, or other related topics. He frequently goes “Huh?” or “Hmmh?” when he’s not paying attention, to which Andre has to remind him about the topic and repeat his words over again. But he knows that Calvin can’t help it, and he generally doesn’t mind reminding him about different things— like homework, tests, etc. considering he has a better memory than Cal.

Andre and Cal watch malware-infested gore videos to further desensitize themselves to death and to sort of mentally prepare for Zero Day, and for the sake of watching people die. With the lack of concern yet interest in Cal’s eyes, Andre is both a little surprised, yet mostly unsurprised that Calvin reacts so indifferently to shock videos. He’d be a hypocrite if he labeled it as unsettling, after all. Their repeated pattern of watching these sorts of torture videos— especially when Cal can find “good ones” (in his words) at least— stemmed from the discovery of a website that showcased the aftermaths of car accidents. And after doing a little digging, Cal stumbled upon the leaked cartel videos section. He introduced the videos to Andre, and the other teen found himself getting intrigued by such graphic matter. Calvin describes the grislier videos as the “good videos”.

Calvin can definitely be a bit emotionally manipulative during arguments. Whenever Andre is provoked, grows visibly enraged, and blurts something out he doesn’t mean, Cal uses this to somewhat control Andre. And when he definitely wants to win the argument, he threatens to tell Andre’s cousin, his absent brother, or his parents about what he said. Andre may or may not care, since it really depends on why they’re bickering. But usually, he does care, and even though he tries not to let Cal influence his behaviors, especially during these negatively-charged moments, he doesn’t want anyone to find out about what he said— and definitely not family. Because in his eyes, this may raise suspicion and could result in their peers finding out about Zero Day. When he does decide to grow quiet, Cal is like, “Yeah, so shut the fuck up.” But his exploitative tactics don’t always work, and they could further influence Andre’s emotions.

Andre rarely apologizes when he means it. He kinda just says “Sorry,” after bumping into someone out of habit. He was taught to be respectful, but 90% of the time he doesn’t care about what he did wrong. Even during arguments, when Calvin is trying to state how he fucked up, Andre will tell him to get over it. Most of the time, he does care about aspects of their dynamic that do matter. But in some moments, he won’t, and he’ll just kept doing whatever it is he’s doing. To elaborate, if Cal told him to control himself and to stop being “dramatic”, Andre wouldn’t take him into consideration and would turn the tables by criticizing him about something he cares about and Cal doesn’t.

Calvin and Andre share clothes sometimes. To Cal, seeing Andre in his clothes is quite flattering. Andre thinks rings are cool, too, so he’ll wear them occasionally. Also, he likes to wear Cal’s bracelets and necklaces to feel closer to him, on top of matching dog tags with him.

Andre is an energy drinker. His favorite is Red Bull. Cal drinks a lot of soda and prefers Coca-Cola or Mountain Dew over anything else. While Calvin does enjoy having an energy drink sometimes, often sharing a Red Bull with Andre as energy drinks contain a lot of caffeine, he doesn’t really drink them on his own time.

When Andre and Cal first started planning Zero Day, as they began to practice handling their guns and shooting, they would frequently argue about the correct order and anatomy of the firearm parts they were using. Chris had to step in a couple times to calm them down. Cal insisted that he was right, while Andre insisted that he was right. In general, they have a hard time accepting that either one of them could be right— about anything, really, with the two determined to prove the other wrong and to “get on their high horse”. However, it isn’t uncommon for both boys to end up being wrong, especially if the conflict is similar to their gun-related issues.

[amity-moonrise]

I see so many people tell others online to avoid shein, temu, Ali express and other businesses that often profit off of unpaid labour and child labour with harsh working conditions and every. single. time…

They forget about those who are literally unable to afford anything else that is NOT from those brands or other similar cheap businesses.

I understand why supporting these companies is wrong and we personally try our hardest to avoid these brands, but not everyone is as lucky as we are. For many, Amazon is too expensive, or local small businesses and in store places. And with the tariffs going on, it’s getting worse for anyone to live a decent life.

You could argue that people don’t need cute and aesthetic things to survive, that if they can’t afford it then they don’t need to buy it because it’s not as important as food, water, and shelter. Except this argument treats poor people like they don’t deserve luxury or that they don’t deserve BASIC stuff like a nice tshirt or a cute bracelet once in a while. Do you realize how insulting that is? Especially when that person has worked so hard to live in a system that is DESIGNED TO FAIL THEM ON PURPOSE. You are reducing them to something that should only focus on surviving when there is much more to life. You are shaming them for trying to make their lives just a bit easier to handle.

You could also argue that they can just make it themselves. Well uh, guess what, they still need to buy the materials to even make it, and now the TIME to make it, which is often not possible for many who work multiple jobs just to pay for rent and food. They won’t have as much free time as someone with better income. This argument again, reduces poor people as something that don’t deserve an ounce of luxury, and that they HAVE to work unrealistically to get that luxury, while rich people can get that luxury in a second.

These companies are evil, we’re not saying that they are not. What we ARE saying is that before you decide to shame someone who buys from these companies, maybe consider their situation. They could be poor, they could be living in a rural area where there aren’t many small businesses to buy from so they have to order online. They could be disabled and find that the cheapest option for them to get anything is to order online from these stores. People forget how expensive it can get for someone who is disabled and needs medical equipment.

Boycotting is not as easy as people make it to be. People fail to recognize that there’s people out there who are reliant on certain products because of their circumstances. So maybe instead of shaming people who don’t boycott, maybe help them instead? Give them actual resources on alternative business that are ACTUALLY AFFORDABLE, because so many times we see these alternatives and they are not affordable at all for people with low incomes. Or better yet, if you yourself have old stuff, DONATE. Not just to a thrift store or a charity organization, give them to people personally who are struggling to make ends meet. If you know someone who can’t afford a nice tshirt, give them one if you have that kind of tshirt. Don’t just take an organization’s word that they will give your belongings out to people, actually give it to someone who needs it if you know that they need it. Theres SO MANY clothes and items that are being discarded because people don’t take them or get them from anyone.

If you’re able to boycott, then do it. If you’re not able to boycott, then don’t feel ashamed about it, especially when you can’t do much about it. And if you see someone who is unable to boycott for whatever reason, help them instead of shaming them for it.

Not everyone wants to or is able to fight back, protest, or boycott. And assuming that they are horrible people for that is wrong.

on a different note, if any of yall know of good businesses to buy aesthetic clothing and accessories from, pls let us know because we don’t want to have to resort to fuckin SHEIN.

[jerzwriter]

OK—I'm nervously posting this because it's my first time writing for Lucy x Tim, and it's not something I expected to do. But I'm doing @creativepromptsforwriting's 30-Day Writing Challenge, and Day 10's prompt, Promises Made, Promises Kept, inspired me.

Fandom: The Rookie Pairing: Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford Featured: Jackson West Rating: Teen Words: ~1,200 Summary: Lucy's facing a challenging day, but, to her surprise, she isn't facing it alone.

She had only told Tamara. It was easier to say it out loud to someone who wouldn’t turn it into a thing. Time moved quickly, and people had started to move on. It wasn’t done in malice - perhaps it was even necessary. Their lives were challenging and filled with sorrow; dwelling too long could be more than one could handle. It would make it too hard to do the job. After all, a scab covers a wound so it can heal, but eventually, it falls off. Some are better equipped to ignore the scar it leaves behind, a protective mechanism well learned.

But Lucy Chen wasn’t cut from that cloth. She could never unsee the scar. She forced herself to look at it. Honor it. No - Lucy would never forget.   

It happened every year when the weather began to change, and the sun started to hang a certain way in the sky. She’d drive her patrol car past the Huntington Library and realize the cherry blossoms were in bloom. That’s when she knew the day was nearing. And while others may have moved on, there was no way she could let it go unnoticed.

They had only been rookies a short time - maybe four or five completed shifts - when they headed to the Clark Street Diner after a particularly difficult night. Too wired to sleep, they got to know each other over coffee and eggs over easy. They shared their hopes, their dreams, and why they wanted to enter this crazy field that so many would run from.

Jackson said it was in his blood, his family. It was almost expected of him, and it was a calling he was happy to fulfill. But he deduced that Lucy just might be a little crazy - in the best possible way.

That night, a friendship was born. They were aware of the dangers, and they embraced them. Someone had the job, and they were proud to be the ones to do it. And they made each other a promise: if the worst happened – if either of them didn’t make it all the way and retirement wasn’t something they’d live to see – they promised they’d never be forgotten. Because they were friends now, and friends could never forget.

So Lucy did what she vowed to do every year on the anniversary of Jackson’s death: she headed to his favorite hiking trail just outside of L.A.

Last year, she had brought flowers, but this year, she brought something more personal. A friendship bracelet, blue and white, with his initials and badge number. Something sweet, whimsical – something the two of them probably would have made together late one night – if only he were still here.

So, on a beautiful late spring day, she headed to the trail, bracelet in hand. She chose to do it alone, not telling Angela or Nyla. And not Tim. Definitely not Tim.

They hadn’t quite figured out what they were to each other anymore. There were some texts. The occasional late-night call when something left them shaken. A few nights that ended with lingering stares and lines nearly crossed. But there were no longer any labels. No declarations. Just this unspoken thing that remained between them - something neither of them seemed to know how to let go of... or claim.

So when she spotted his truck in the dirt lot by the trailhead, her breath caught. He was leaning against the side, arms folded across his chest like he’d been patiently waiting for a while.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, coming to a stop in front of him.

Tim didn’t flinch. “I’m waiting for you,” he replied, his blue eyes filled with warmth.

“I didn’t invite you,” she said - not cross, but clipped.

His lips curved, not quite into a smile, but enough to show he’d expected that. He knew her too well. “I know.”

“Did Tamara - ”

“No,” he cut her off. “I haven’t talked to Tamara or anyone else. You mentioned it… six months ago. Just in passing. You said you always came here on the anniversary. I knew your shift ended a couple of hours ago, so...”

She blinked, instinctively taking a small step forward. “And... you remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say, Lucy.” He said without looking away. He was just stating a fact – as if he were saying the sky was blue.

Her throat tightened, and for the first time that day, she felt the sting of tears. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I know,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “ But I promised I’d always be there for you. It doesn’t matter where we are right now. A promise is a promise.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she nodded and turned toward the trail. A second later, she felt him fall into step beside her. Quiet. Solid. A comforting presence that didn’t ask for anything – he just wanted to be there. And though she didn’t say it out loud – she was so glad that he was.

They reached the overlook just before sunset, and Lucy smiled. It was clear why Jackson had loved it here. The view stretched out before them, even more spectacular, bathed in hues of soft gold and dusty rose.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the bracelet, kneeling by the base of a tree Jackson had once jokingly called his “thinking tree.” She told Tim that story as she tied the bracelet around one of the roots, then she whispered something only the wind – and Jackson - could hear.

When she stood and turned around, Tim was still there, watching her like she was the only thing that existed.

She stepped closer, her gratitude clear in her expression, before she uttered a word. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do,” she replied softly. “Because even when I try to keep you at arm’s length… you keep showing up for me.”

“That’s what we do for each other, Lucy,” he replied. “ That’s what you do when you care. You show up even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.”

She didn’t move at first. But then she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He stalled for just a moment before pulling her into a warm embrace. It was simple, but it was everything. As natural as the sun setting in the western sky.

Maybe they weren’t officially anything. Perhaps they had miles to go before they figured it all out. But right now, in the hush of the setting sun, they were exactly what they’d always been to each other.

Tim gently patted her back, his voice low. “Come on, we should head down before it gets dark.”

Lucy stepped back with a soft nod and a grateful smile. They walked back to their cars side by side, but the lingering effects of their tender embrace stayed with them.

“Good night, Jackson,” she whispered. She’d never forget him. Promise kept.

And as Tim remained at her side, his heart was full, because he knew his promise was kept, too.

A/N: If you read this, I really appreciate it! It was fun to try something new. (Look what you've done to me @thesassywitchofthenortheast lol)

[helleboretea]

The Pitt ep 13 thoughts

Rewatching the episode so I can put together my thoughts 

I still fucking miss Collins and don’t know why she isn’t back yet (but also get that rest girl)

Dana keeping cops in check yes my queen

(The ER gifs have activated my ocd and I will now never go anywhere near a helicopter)

Night shift charge nurse Bridget we love to see you

Whitaker, my love, my sweet drowned rat, what the fuck are you doing to that clown? (lol, he isn’t scared of clowns, clowns are scared of him)

Mel has never been funnier, I love her trying to get a handle on the situation without freaking anyone out

Can I please marry Samira Mohan? Can I be her wife? I do believe seeing her smile everyday would heal all my trauma and depression 

Lupe and Kiara I’m so sorry my loves that this is your job today

That one person was right, Perlah dived over her patient when Langdon yells “gun”. Why does this show make me fall head over heels for all of its characters!?

Langdon still has his dad friendship bracelet on, and it’s come untucked, I hope there isn’t too much blood on it at the end of shift

When Langdon calls all clear, you can see he says it directly to Robby (I’m sobbing)

McKay doing what needs to be done, even if it threatens her probation. This show is just full of queen shit

Langdon still teaching as he goes

Mr Grayson better make it out okay

Whitaker holding out his hand and Donnie immediately putting gauze in it 

The decision to put the shooting victims wife in scrubs - how dare they

Ellis confirmed athlete 

I just can’t even with Jake and Leah 

Carmen with her clean underwear, I get you girl

Langdon with an overdose while checking in on Robby and Leah

It’s now moving too fast to have thoughts, except Dana and Abbot trying to hold up Robby while holding up a whole ER during a MCI, my loves

All of them standing over Mr Grayson and Samira stepping up (my heart eyes)

How dare you give us that hope of Leah having a pulse for that one second 

Mel my baby, your burn out is gonna be so bad. I can see what’s happening in that beautiful brain of yours

The woman with the shot arm is semi catatonic. Been there. Mel’s compassion and understanding is so important. How she wants to find her a quiet space. Sobbing again

Dana your eyes

Robby stop with your big brown eyes. Someone needs to hold him

Shooter or not, David is dangerous

Langdon also needs to stop it with his eyes

To be clear, Santos did try to get an attending or senior resident, no one would/could come, so she did what needed to be done. It’s a MCI, not an ordinary day

I wish Robby hadnt taken Jake to see Leah. I get it’s his stepson and he’s crashing out already, but her parents won’t even be given that opportunity until the FBI releases her body. It’s just not right and it made things worse. He needed to be the parent here

Abbot your autism is showing and I love it. Also love that he called out Santos and told her that what she did was badass and saved her life. Balance baby

Fuck you Jake, she got shot in the chest. You think Robby just chose not to save her? He’s seen what the ER looks like right now, seen the numbers of victims, ffs

Robby’s crashing out speech. Fuck me. Getting Jake out of the room because he CANNOT SEE WHATS ABOUT TO HAPPEN - oh I’ve fucking been there, why is this fucking show so fucking accurate 

[theogonize]

alright alright, abandoning the unholy thoughts for a second. because, i don't know. taking care of house and him taking care of me would just heal something.

yeah, he is very close to being uncapable of domesticity at first glance. make everything a riddle so he can feel his ego boost when he solves it. emotionally constipated most of the times. but don't ruin my fantasy, under layers and layers he can be something akin to nice, tender(???).

firstly. he doesn't talk about you moving in. but more and more of your things end up at his place. and none of you bothers with them. clothes, cosmetics, a mug. and then your toothbrush is right there, with his, touching a little in the glass from the bathroom. he glance at it one morning. one time. twice. close his eyes. rubs them. he doesn’t dare to look in the mirror that morning cause he can feel his lips stupidly curled in a smile.

he lets you warm your freezing foot under his t-shirt. ofc he has to groan and call you a frost demon, threaten to amputate. only to readjust so your foot are better wedged.

and just 😤 help him put his socks on worse than normal leg pain days. shave his stupid beard in silence when it growns too much, but not entirely remove it. handle his cane to him when you are closer to it. ask him to teach you some piano, mistake the notes purposely so he can feel better. clean up after him without mentioning it. bought two matched mugs and excitedly show them to him—he said it's the stupidest thing he ever saw but he never drinks coffee from another mug. draw the curtains shut when he is having a migraine. slow your pace when he gets tired. record the episodes he misses or his favourite ones.

🦚 you have to bear with the nastiest and the softest hcs of mine <3 i am frivolous.

i am so so passionate about soft house :((((((((((( because everything may seem to point in the other direction but he's just so, so shattered internally and there's a domesticity he craves, a mundane routine of ever-static love that will never change. when he's stripped bare from all the snark, meanness and cockiness, he's just... there. he's the boy who's parents didnt love each other, the boy who's dad beat him, the isolated, scared, lonely person who craves love in the most heartbreaking way.

that one scene in s5 finale when he smiles when he sees cuddy's lipstick... fuck. the first time you leave something at his place, maybe a bracelet or a necklace or something that is easily missed, easily tossed away... house is almost ashamed of how fast he leaps to pick that thing up. he's scared of how excited he is. he stares at it, examines it. almost leaves it behind but ultimately he cant part with any reminder of you, now that he has it. he limps around the hospital with your trinket in his pocket, oddly pleased. he even greets the nurses. he's nice to the patients in chemo.

slowly you both start spending more time together. one night, he casually suggest you keep a couple clothes over, no big deal, you guys spend the nights together anyway right? and he doesnt even realise he's holding his breath while you deliberate till you finally say yes and he just pulls you a little close because this was the scariest thing he's done in a while.

he lets you warm your freezing foot under his t-shirt. ofc he has to groan and call you a frost demon, threaten to amputate. only to readjust so your foot are better wedged.

:((((((((((((

after that stage of acceptance that the two of you are, in fact, more than whatever you were before, the days go by a lot easier. house still has that nervousness, he always does. you put up with him, god knows how. you sitting on the sink with a trimmer, softly gripping his face, the concentration on yours as you try your best not to hurt him. and then you ask him why he's smiling and he says he doesnt know. you take up a pottery class and make him a mug. maybe carve your intials onto the bottom. and he pretends like its so corny and he's only keeping it because he loves you. but when he's washing the dishes, he looks at the indents at the bottom and smiles, running his fingers along the edges of your creation. he comes back, wringing his hands, to join you as you both watch your favourite show. he sits beside you, the tv glow makes you radiate. you're stuffing something he bought for you as you scoot to give him room. he has that smile on his face again. you ask why. he pulls you closer. he says he doesnt know. must be the weather.