#first one is about how when trying to pass you give up things you love for fear of it being too feminine/masculine. eventually you become a

[heartsriki]

WHEN GOSSIP MEETS LOVE ⌇ 함께

pairing ᝰ sunghoon x fem!reader — featuring.. Jake (as jaeyun) & Riki | word count: 6.6k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ office romance, boss! sunghoon, fluff, tiny angst, make-outs, getting drunk, isolation, passing out, reader is blunt, sunghoon is arrogant at times.

synopsis — after being saved by Sunghoon on your first week of the job, you have had a blatant crush on him to the point the whole office knows. Later he learned of your interest, usually he wouldn’t care but why wont you make a move?

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊so this turned out way longer than expected… PLEASE READ THE BONUS ITS SO CUTE— Also I love me a semi arrogant man who gets put in his place 👅

Today was supposed to be just another day at the office. The same mind-numbing tasks, the same stale air, the same routine. The only thing that ever really changed around here was the gossip, and honestly, you kind of lived for it.

As you strolled down the hallway with a stack of papers in hand, you noticed your coworkers gathered in a huddle, whispering excitedly. Curiosity piqued, and you set the papers down on a nearby desk and wandered over.

“What’s going on?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The group turned to you, immediately shushing you before gesturing toward the glass-walled conference room. “Look,” one of them whispered, pointing.

You followed their gaze to the meeting in progress—specifically, to the group of men seated at the table. Raising a brow, you asked, “So… we’re just staring at men now?”

One of the girls grinned, barely able to contain her excitement. “Not just men. They just hired Mr. Kim Sunoo. Isn’t he dreamy? He’s totally my type.”

Another chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. “What I wouldn’t give to get a piece of Mr. Lee. Ugh, it’s unfair how perfect he is.”

You stood there, unimpressed, letting your eyes wander to the man sitting at the end of the table.

“What about you, Y/N?” one of them asked, nudging you with her elbow. “Anyone in there catch your eye?”

Before you could answer, a sharp cough sounded behind you, making the entire group freeze.

“Do you ladies have no shame?” Jaeyun drawled, raising an eyebrow as he sipped his coffee.

“Jesus, Mr. Sim, would it kill you to mind your own business?” one of the girls snapped, rolling her eyes.

Jaeyun chuckled. “And miss out on this? Never. Besides, everyone knows who Y/N’s been crushing on.”

You immediately stiffened, while the other two girls exchanged looks. Their eyes darted to where you were staring—at him.

“Mr. Park?”

“No way! He’s such an asshole.”

“You could do so much better.”

Their words blurred into background noise as you kept your gaze locked on Park Sunghoon, your so-called “crush.” But they didn’t get it. They couldn’t possibly understand. To them, he was cold and aloof—practically a robot. But to you? He was… interesting.

You didn’t always feel that way. When you started at the company a year ago, you weren’t interested in men—or dating at all. You were laser-focused on your career, and determined to climb the corporate ladder. Then you met him.

It all started your first week on the job. The office wasn’t the soul-crushing nightmare you’d seen in movies. Your little corner office was cozy, and your workload was manageable. Things were going smoothly—until they weren’t.

Some of the senior employees, jealous of your early success, had sabotaged your presentation for an important meeting. As you stood in front of the board fumbling through the slides, your confidence crumbled. Your hands shook, your throat felt dry, and your face burned with humiliation. Then, out of nowhere, he walked in.

Park Sunghoon strode up to your computer with an air of calm authority, plugging in a USB without a word. The correct presentation appeared on the screen, and you blinked in disbelief.

The head of the board narrowed his eyes. “Mr. Park, care to explain your tardiness?”

“I apologize,” Sunghoon said smoothly. “But I caught some employees tampering with Ms. Y/N’s presentation. I thought it necessary to intervene.”

The board members exchanged glances before nodding, motioning for you to continue. Your real presentation went off without a hitch, earning praise from the directors. But all you could think about was the man who had saved you from disaster.

After the meeting, you waited outside the conference room, nervously clutching your notes. As soon as Sunghoon stepped out, you followed him, finally mustering the courage to tap him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, Mr. Park?”

He turned, his expression blank but expectant. “Yes?”

“I just… wanted to thank you for what you did back there,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

His reply was cold and clipped. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it because I don’t tolerate workplace sabotage. Don’t expect me to save you again.”

Then he walked away, leaving you speechless.

A normal person might’ve been offended. Maybe even angry. But you? You were utterly smitten. How many men these days are that serious and passionate about their work? And let’s be honest—how many of them looked like that?

From that moment on, Park Sunghoon was your ideal man: hardworking, principled, and impossibly handsome. Sure, the whole office thought you were crazy for crushing on him, but they didn’t see what you see.

And as you stood there, watching him from across the room, you couldn’t help but wonder what he else he had underneath that surface.

A week after that little encounter with your coworkers, fate seemed to step in when you were assigned to lead a project—with none other than Mr. Park as your supervisor. Coincidence? You didn’t think so.

Now, as you sat in his office, he was going on about the plans and blueprints for the project. But you? You weren’t paying much attention. Your chin rested on your hands as you stared at him, absolutely transfixed.

“The peak must be at—Ms. Y/N, are you even listening?”

You blinked, snapping out of your trance. “Of course I am,” you replied with a bright, innocent smile.

He hummed, unconvinced. “Alright, then. How do you feel about placing it on Downtown Avenue?”

You nodded immediately. “Sounds great.”

His sharp gaze bore into you as he placed his pen down. “Interesting answer,” he mused, leaning forward until your faces were so close they nearly touched. “I never mentioned Downtown Avenue.”

Your eyes widened, and you quickly leaned back in your chair, flustered. Heat rose to your cheeks as you scrambled to regain composure. “I—I’m sorry, Mr. Park. Please continue. I’m listening now.”

He didn’t look convinced but leaned back into his chair, eyes narrowing slightly. “Alright.”

For all his calm professionalism, Sunghoon couldn’t quite figure you out. Sure, you were talented—he couldn’t deny that. But you were also incredibly dishonest, something he’d picked up on a month ago.

From the moment you first met, he could feel your gaze on him, as if you had a personal vendetta. He figured you hated him for how blunt he’d been during that initial meeting. But as time passed, he realized it was the exact opposite.

The revelation had come during a lunch break with the other department heads.

“What about you, Mr. Park?” one of them asked, smirking. “Is there a special lady waiting for you at home?”

Sunghoon raised a brow, finishing a bite of his food before setting his utensils down. “No, I live alone.”

The man hummed, and the others chuckled knowingly. Then, one of them leaned forward. “What about Ms. Y/N?”

At that, Sunghoon froze. “Excuse me?” he asked, voice cold.

The man chuckled nervously, straightening up. “Well, everyone knows how much she’s into you. Why don’t you give her a chance?”

The words threw Sunghoon off completely. “How much she’s into me?” he repeated, utterly confused. “Why would she be?”

For the first time in a long while, Sunghoon felt genuinely flustered. The idea that you might like him had never crossed his mind. And once the seed was planted, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His first instinct was to let you down easy. He’d been pursued before and thought it best to nip things in the bud. But when it came to you, things didn’t go as planned. Every time he tried to confront you, the words just wouldn’t come out.

In his frustration, he turned to Jaeyun, the office gossip king.

“Mr. Sim,” Sunghoon began, his voice strained. “Just tell me already.”

Jaeyun turned away, arms crossed. “I’m not spilling Y/N’s secrets.”

Sunghoon’s patience was wearing thin. “I’ll give you my year-end bonus.”

Jaeyun’s head whipped around, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Deal. Yes, she’s interested in you, but not enough to ask you out.”

Sunghoon raised a brow. “What do you mean, ‘not enough’? Are you saying I’m not worth asking out?”

Jaeyun held his hands up defensively. “No, no, she’s just focused on her career right now. Don’t take it personally.”

But Sunghoon did take it personally. The idea of someone liking him and not acting on it? It didn’t sit well with him. His pride was bruised.

From then on, he started coaxing you, trying to provoke you into asking him out. At office dinners, he’d sit near you, only for you to switch tables. In meetings, you avoided eye contact as if it were a matter of life and death. It was infuriating.

And now, as he explained the project, you sat across from him, staring at him like he was the center of your universe. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ms. Y/N,” he said abruptly.

“Hm?” you hummed, snapping back to attention.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes scrutinizing you. “Have you heard the latest office gossip?”

You tilted your head, confused. “I don’t think so, sir. But what does that—”

“I heard the women in the office are all over our new hire, Mr. Kim,” he interrupted. “Are you one of them?”

Your brow furrowed, suspicious of his sudden interest. “Well, I haven’t had the chance to speak to Mr. Kim yet, so—”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he groaned, rubbing his temples. “I know you’re interested in me.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness, but instead of denying it, you relaxed. “Yes, that’s right.”

His jaw tightened. “Then why haven’t you said anything? You lack initiative—”

You cut him off, staring at him dead in the eye. “Are you interested in me, Mr. Park?”

The question caught him off guard. His ears turned red as he replied, “No, I’m not.”

“Then why would I ask you out?” you shot back, your tone calm and collected.

He was stunned into silence. Since when did you have the upper hand in this conversation?

“Because it would allow you to get over me quicker,” he said, straightening his tie.

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded, his pride wounded.

“You think too highly of yourself, Mr. Park,” you said, standing up. “Did you think I’d beg for you? My work is more important than any man—even you.”

With that, you turned and walked out of his office, leaving him frozen in place.

For the first time, Park Sunghoon felt like he’d underestimated someone. But one thing was certain: he wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

In the days following your conversation with Sunghoon, you noticed a subtle shift in his behavior. The once-distant supervisor now seemed to find reasons to linger near your workspace, his presence a constant, albeit silent, companion. It was almost endearing, watching him struggle with the unfamiliar territory of being put in his place.

Today, his strategy appeared to involve hovering nearby, perhaps hoping you’d initiate a conversation. His restlessness was overwhelming. Should he apologize? But that would require him to make the first move, a notion that likely clashed with his pride.

Seeking guidance, Sunghoon found himself seated across from Jaeyun at an upscale restaurant—a setting procured through the promise of an expensive dinner. Jaeyun, the holder of all office gossip, knew how to drive a bargain.

“Alright, talk. Has she mentioned anything?” Sunghoon inquired, his impatience barely concealed.

Jaeyun took a deliberate sip of his wine before responding. “Nope, not a word.”

Sunghoon’s frustration was evident. “Nothing? Are you sure?”

Jaeyun nodded, his gaze drifting to the gorgeous night view outside. “I swear. I mean, she’s been busy lately. Extremely busy.”

Sunghoon’s curiosity was piqued. “Explain, Mr. Sim.”

“Please call me Jaeyun, we’re not at work.” Jaeyun said.

Sunghoon gulped never being informal before. “Okay…. Jaeyun— please elaborate.”

Setting his utensils down, Jaeyun sighed. “Well, besides the project you two are working on, she also has financial responsibilities concerning her family, especially her younger brother.”

Sunghoon listened intently.

“She’s been working overtime to gather extra funds for his tuition. I heard he’s exceptionally talented in the entertainment field, but their family isn’t wealthy enough to cover the expenses.”

Sunghoon absorbed the information, No he didn’t understand. Sunghoon has been fortunate his whole life but he was open to learning. He sat there contemplating his next move.

Jaeyun’s voice broke through his thoughts. “What’s all this for anyway? Do you like her?”

Sunghoon scoffed. “Why would you think that?”

Jaeyun smirked. “Who goes this far to reject a woman?”

Sunghoon pondered the remark. Perhaps you had made more of an impression on him than he cared to admit. Interest? Maybe.

“Okay, how should I approach this? What does she like? Purses? Jewelry?”

Jaeyun chuckled. “Wait, you’re serious? Oh man, you really have no idea…”

Sunghoon remained silent, a faint blush coloring his ears and face.

“Just be normal, Show her you care.” Jaeyun observed Sunghoon’s puzzled expression. “If you really need to buy her something, get her some food. She enjoys a good meal.”

Now that was something Sunghoon could manage. If he was going to reach out to you, a thoughtful gesture like sharing a meal might be the perfect starting point.

Sunghoon wanted to do something nice for you. A nice thought quickly turned into an overbearing gesture.

One day, you found a paper bag in your office. Inside were sweets from the bakery just a few minutes away from the building. Even though they weren’t your favorite, you appreciated the gesture and ate them. Sunghoon saw you smile through your office blinds a safe distance away and felt happy. He quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed and then walked away.

After that, he started leaving more and more food in your office. It became overwhelming. Today, you walked in and saw so much food that it startled you. You had figured out it was Sunghoon; he wasn’t very sneaky, especially after you caught him leaving your office last week.

This was too much. How could you eat all this? You sighed, closed your office door, and walked to Sunghoon’s office. You knocked.

“Come in,” he said.

You entered, giving him a sharp look. He stood up, adjusting his suit.

“Ms. Y/N?” he asked, looking confused.

“Mr. Park, how much longer are you going to leave all that food in my office?”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You crossed your arms. “Did you really think I could eat all that in one sitting?”

He gulped, running a hand through his hair.

“And do you even know what foods I like? What if I was allergic to some of them?”

He scoffed walking over to you slowly. “What do you like then? What are you allergic to?” He was now very close.

“Can’t hate a man you haven’t given a chance, don’t you think?”

Your face turned red. You were stunned by his bluntness. “What are you talking about?”

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

You tried to keep your composure. “I don’t have plans, but—”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you after work then.”

You didn’t believe him at first. You’ve met many arrogant men who talk big, so you assumed he was the same.

After a seemingly long task, you finally finished your job, clocking out. You exited the building and saw him leaning on his car, arms crossed with his eyebrows furrowed like always. When he saw you, his eyes softened. He gave you a small smile and opened the passenger door.

This was new, but you went along, got in the car, and he closed the door behind you. You didn’t see it but, He checked his hair in his phone’s reflection before getting in.

As he drove, you admired the city view. The lights of the night never got old to you. But sooner than later curiosity got the better of you. “Where are we going?”

He glanced at you through the mirror before focusing back on the road. “Dinner at ‘The Villa.’”

Your eyes widened. “Are you serious? That place is expensive and fancy.”

He nodded. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

You sighed. You could see he was trying, but fancy restaurants weren’t your thing. An idea popped into your head. “Turn here Mr. Park, I know a place we can go.”

He looked at you, puzzled, but followed your directions. You guided him to a small restaurant. As you both got out, he seemed disappointed when you didn’t let him open the door for you but brushed it off.

He looked around, not seeing any fancy places. “Is this it? A grill?”

You turned to him with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen on you. “Yup! Come on.” You reached out your hand.

Usually, he wouldn’t choose a place like this, but with a smile like that, he’d follow you anywhere. He took your hand, and you both went inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and lively. The smell of grilled food filled the air. You found a table, and he awkwardly sat down, clearly out of his element.

A server came by, placing a small grill in the center of your table and bringing plates of raw meat and vegetables. Sunghoon looked confused.

You giggled. “It’s a DIY grill. We cook our own food here.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We… cook?”

You nodded, picking up a piece of meat with the tongs and placing it on the grill. It sizzled, and the aroma was mouth-watering.

He watched you, then hesitantly picked up the tongs. He tried to mimic your actions but fumbled, almost dropping the meat.

You laughed, reaching over to guide his hand. “Like this.”

As the evening went on, you both cooked, ate, and talked. Sunghoon shared stories about his upbringing, and you told him about your family. He was clumsy with the grill, burning some pieces and undercooking others, but you found it endearing.

At one point, he tried to flip a piece of meat and it flew off the grill, landing on the table. He looked mortified, but you burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry,” he said, chuckling. “I’m not used to this.”

You smiled. “It’s okay. It’s fun.”

By the end of the night, the initial awkwardness had faded.

After a delightful dinner at the grill, you and Sunghoon stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a soft glow over the streets. As you walked side by side, you noticed a small park nearby, its swings gently swaying in the breeze.

“How about a walk in the park?” you suggested, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sunghoon glanced at the swings, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “I haven’t been on a swing in years,” he admitted, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

“Well, tonight’s the perfect night to revisit childhood memories,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

With a resigned smile, he agreed, “Alright, lead the way.”

You both approached the swings, and you took a seat on one, motioning for him to join you. He hesitated for a moment, then sat beside you, his posture stiff and unsure.

“Just relax,” you encouraged, giving him a gentle push. “I got you.”

As the swing moved, Sunghoon’s expression softened, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. He began to swing higher, his laughter blending with the night air.

“See? It’s fun,” you said, your voice filled with joy.

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “No, you’re the one making it fun Ms, Y/N.”

You both continued to swing, the world around you fading away. The simple act of swinging together brought a sense of closeness and comfort, a shared moment of happiness.

After a while, you slowed the swing and stood up. “Shall we continue our walk?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice soft.

As you walked through the park, you talked about everything and nothing—your dreams, your favorite books, the places you wanted to visit. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and with each step, you felt a deeper connection forming between you.

That night with Sunghoon felt like it was straight out of a dream—a memory you knew would replay in your mind over and over again. He wasn’t at all what you’d expected. Sure, he had an air of arrogance, and his confidence sometimes teetered on egotistical, but once you broke through that wall, he was entirely different. Genuine. Kind. Charming in a way that made you question how you’d ever misjudged him.

You’d never felt this kind of excitement in a long time, this sense of longing and hope for something more. A relationship. He hadn’t officially asked you out yet, but it felt inevitable. You’d already started imagining how it might all unfold.

But that was just wishful thinking.

The next day, as you walked into the office, you couldn’t ignore the way whispers followed you down the hallway. People stealing glances at you, hurriedly looking away when you caught their eye. At first, you brushed it off. Office gossip was nothing new. Maybe someone had spilled coffee on their boss again.

But the moment you saw your phone light up with notifications—hundreds of them—you realized you were the center of the latest spectacle.

It wasn’t just office chatter. It was everywhere. Tabloids, social media, magazines, blogs. Photos of you and Sunghoon—laughing together, standing too close, looking too comfortable. But that wasn’t the worst part. The headlines? They were brutal.

“Is Riki Nishimura’s Older Sister Using Park Sunghoon for Fame?”

“Dating Rumors Could Derail His Career!”

“How Will This Affect HER Younger Brother’s Future?”

Your stomach churned as you scrolled. At first, you laughed bitterly, brushing it off as ridiculous speculation. But then, you saw the headline about your brother. Your little brother, who had worked so hard to get where he was. Your heart sank.

If they wanted to drag your name through the mud, fine. But dragging your family into it? Threatening Riki’s career? That crossed a line.

You paced the floor of your office, wracking your brain for a solution. There was only one answer. It wasn’t fair, but it was the only way. You and Sunghoon… this thing between you—it couldn’t happen. Not if it meant jeopardizing your brother’s future.

The tears came slowly at first, then all at once as you slumped into your chair, burying your face in your hands. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d come to cherish what you began to have with Sunghoon until now, as you were being forced to let it go.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon had no idea what was happening. He was in his office, practically glowing, still riding the high from the time you spent together. He couldn’t wait to see you.

On his break, he searched for you. The lounge. The meeting room. Even your office. But you were nowhere to be found.

Frustrated, he turned to his co-worker—and now trusted friend—Jaeyun.

“Jaeyun, have you seen Y/N?” he asked, his tone casual, but his impatience obvious.

Jaeyun’s expression fell, pity flashing in his eyes. “Y/N? She… she put in for a two-week leave this morning. I figured you knew.”

Sunghoon’s heart sank. “What? Why? What happened?”

Jaeyun gave him a pointed look. “You haven’t seen the news, have you?”

Frowning, Sunghoon pulled out his phone, quickly typing in his name. The search results made his breath hitch. Article after article, photos, speculation, your name tied to his, your family dragged into the chaos.

Then he saw the headline about your brother. His grip on the phone tightened. He knew what you were thinking. Knew why you’d disappeared. And there was no way he was going to let this spiral any further.

Without a second thought, he called your number. Once. Twice. Three times. Each attempt went to voicemail.

Panic bubbled in his chest. He couldn’t let you do this—not alone, not to yourself, not to your relationship.

He barked an order to his assistant to start taking down the articles, to figure out who was behind this mess. But first, he needed to find you.

And when he did, he wasn’t going to let you push him away.

The days felt endless as you holed up in your apartment, your only companions being guilt and loneliness. It had been a week since you requested a two-week leave, and in that time, you hadn’t dared step foot outside. The weight of the news, the whispers, and the consequences of your choices pressed down on you like a heavy blanket.

The day you left the office, you called Riki, your voice trembling as you asked if he was okay. He reassured you that everything was fine—for now. His management had advised him to lay low until the rumors blew over. He didn’t sound angry, but that almost made it worse. You felt like you’d dragged him into your mess, and the guilt ate away at you.

Since then, you’d spent most of your time thinking about Sunghoon. Replaying the moments you’d shared, wondering how he felt, and most of all, worrying about what you’d say to him when you eventually faced him again. Did he care that much? Or had this all been one-sided? These questions swirled in your mind endlessly as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Desperate to drown out your thoughts, you remembered the new bar that had recently opened near your apartment. Without much thought, you dragged yourself out of bed, threw on some clothes, and headed out.

The bar was dimly lit, buzzing with quiet conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. You didn’t waste any time. One drink turned into two, then three, then four. You lost count after that, the haze of alcohol dulling your thoughts until you didn’t feel much of anything. Eventually, your body gave in, and you slumped over, unconscious.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was unraveling.

It had been a week since he last saw you, and the distance was driving him insane. Every attempt to find you ended in failure. He didn’t know where you lived, your favorite places, or even how to contact your family. It frustrated him to no end, and it hurt even more to think that you might be avoiding him.

Every evening, he found himself at the small grill you both went to, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Tonight was no different. He stood outside the familiar spot, his hands shoved into his coat pockets as he tried to stave off the cold.

The buzz of his phone broke through his thoughts, and his heart leapt when he saw your name on the screen. He fumbled to answer, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Y/N? Where are you—”

“Are you friends with the owner of this phone?” a deep, unfamiliar voice interrupted.

Sunghoon blinked, pulling the phone away to confirm it was your number on the display. Confusion settled in. “Uh, yeah? Who is this? Why do you have her phone?”

“No worries,” the man replied. “She’s passed out in my bar. I found her phone unlocked and figured I’d call someone. Can you come pick her up?”

Sunghoon’s heart dropped. “Where is she?”

The man gave him the location, and Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He bolted to his car and sped through the city, his mind racing with questions. Were you okay? Why were you at a bar alone this late?

When he arrived, he barely parked the car before running inside. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. Slumped over the bar, your head resting on your arms, you looked so vulnerable. Relief and worry collided in his chest as he approached you.

“You’re Hoon, right?” the bartender asked, eyeing him curiously.

Sunghoon blinked in confusion before realizing the name was probably how you saved his contact. He smiled faintly, nodding. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The bartender nodded and stepped away, leaving Sunghoon to focus on you. His chest tightened when he saw how puffy your eyes were, evidence of the tears you’d cried before drinking yourself into this state.

He crouched beside you, placing a gentle hand on your back. “Y/N… can you walk?”

Your eyes fluttered open, blurry and unfocused as they locked with his. For a moment, you looked like you were seeing a ghost.

“Hoon?” you slurred softly, your voice tinged with disbelief.

He sighed in relief. “Yeah, it’s me. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

But when you didn’t move, he frowned. You were too out of it to help him. He checked your phone, hoping for some clue about where to take you, but it was locked.

He hesitated. Taking you to his place didn’t feel right, but with no other options and the clock striking midnight, he made a decision.

“You’ll understand, right?” he murmured to himself, draping his coat over your shoulders. He carefully helped you to your feet, guiding you out of the bar and into his car.

The drive to his penthouse was quiet, save for your soft breathing. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at you, the city lights illuminating your face in a way that made his chest ache. Even like this, you were beautiful.

When they arrived, getting you upstairs was a challenge. You slumped against him, muttering incoherently and occasionally whining about how tired you were. By the time he managed to unlock his door and get you inside, he was exhausted.

He guided you to his bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As he adjusted his coat on your shoulders, he heard you mumble something. When he turned back, his face turned bright red.

“Why is it so hot?” you grumbled, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.

“Woah, hey—don’t do that!” he yelped, grabbing your hands to stop you. “Just… just wait, I’ll turn on the AC!”

He backed away, keeping a wary eye on you as he adjusted the thermostat. When he returned, he brought a glass of water, helping you sit up to drink. “There, that’s better, hm?”

You sighed, lying back down with a soft hum of approval.

Sunghoon turned to leave, planning to sleep on the couch, but you grabbed his wrist, your eyes wide and pleading. “Hoon… stay. Please?”

His heart clenched. How could he ever say no to you?

“Alright,” he whispered, circling the bed and lying down on the other side, facing the ceiling. He felt awkward, unsure of what to do, but within moments, you shifted closer, resting your head on his chest.

He froze, his heart pounding as he felt your steady breaths against him. Slowly, he relaxed, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

“Goodnight,” he murmured softly, his eyes fluttering shut as sleep finally claimed him.

The glow of the sun streamed through the curtains, forcing you to stir awake. The dull throbbing in your head hit as soon as you sat up, and you winced, bringing a hand to your temple.

Blinking, you took in your surroundings. The room was unfamiliar—sleek, modern, and definitely not your own. Panic began to rise in your chest as you tried to piece together the events of the previous night. You remembered the bar, the drinks, and then… nothing.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at yourself, relieved to find you were still in your clothes. But then you spotted the figure lying beside you, their back turned to you.

Oh no.

You gasped, clutching the pillow you’d been sleeping on, and without thinking, you began smacking the man’s back with it in a panic. “Who are you?! What is this?! Did we—?!”

The man bolted awake, flinching and shielding himself with his arms. “Hey! Hey! Stop!” he shouted, scrambling backward until he fell off the bed with a loud thud.

You froze mid-swing, the familiar voice cutting through your panic. Slowly, you leaned over the edge of the bed, clutching the pillow tightly.

“Sunghoon?” you whispered, your eyes wide.

He was sprawled on the floor, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head. His legs were awkwardly bent in the air, and he looked up at you with an awkward, sheepish smile. “Uh, hi.”

You let out a deep breath, sitting back on the bed. “Oh my god,” you muttered, dragging your hands down your face.

Sunghoon quickly got up, brushing himself off as he looked at you with a mix of concern and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I should’ve explained sooner. We didn’t… y’know, do anything.”

Your cheeks burned as you glanced up at him. “Are you sure?”

His ears turned bright pink as he nodded fervently. “Yes! I swear. You passed out at the bar, and I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here. That’s it, I promise.”

You relaxed slightly, but the tension in the room remained heavy. The silence that followed was suffocating, neither of you knowing what to say.

Finally, you broke it, your voice trembling. “Sunghoon… our relationship has to end here.”

His head snapped toward you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Why?”

You avoided his gaze, staring at the sheets instead. “I’m sure you’ve seen the news. They’re dragging my brother into this, and I can’t let that happen. I can’t risk his career for my selfish desires.”

“Y/N—“

“What we had was nice,” you interrupted, your voice cracking slightly. “But it’s better for everyone if we stop seeing each other.”

He stepped closer, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You should check the tabloids again.”

You froze, your heart pounding. “What do you mean?”

Sunghoon grabbed his phone from the nightstand, quickly pulling up the articles before handing it to you. You hesitated, but as you scrolled, your breath caught.

The scandal was gone. There were no articles tearing you apart, no headlines about your brother being caught up in rumors. Instead, there were positive comments, even a few articles praising the supposed romance.

“How… how did this happen?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sunghoon sighed softly, sitting down beside you. His voice was gentle but firm. “I made it happen. I wasn’t going to let them ruin your life, or your brother’s, over something like this.”

You turned to look at him, his face close to yours. His expression was so sincere, so full of quiet determination, that it made your chest ache.

“Why would you do that?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Because I care about you,” he said simply. “And I’m not giving up on us that easily.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. Your eyes locked, and in that moment, all the fear, doubt, and guilt melted away.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing his tentatively. Sunghoon froze for a split second before responding, his hand cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss. It was soft and slow at first, filled with all the emotions neither of you had been able to express.

But soon, the kiss grew more passionate, more desperate, as if you were both trying to make up for all the lost time and the moments you almost didn’t have. His other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer, while your fingers tangled in his hair.

Soft sighs fell from the both of you as he laid you back on the bed. His hand exploring your body softly and slowly.

You took the chance to snake your hands below his shirt, scratching his back slightly making him shutter against you.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Sunghoon,” you whispered, your voice shaky but certain. “Thank you.”

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Anything for you.”

BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

“Hoon, get up,” you said softly, glancing down at Sunghoon, who was sprawled across your chest like he had no intention of moving.

“Mm,” he hummed lazily, burying his face into you as if that would make you forget about work entirely.

You let out a soft laugh, stroking his hair absentmindedly. The moment your fingers ran through his dark locks, you realized you’d made a mistake—he let out a content sigh and snuggled in closer, clearly sinking even deeper into his sleepy state.

“We have to go to work,” you said, this time playfully, though your hands still gently tangled in his hair.

“I don’t want to,” he mumbled, his pout evident even though his face was tucked against you. God, he was so cute.

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “Well, we have responsibilities we can’t ignore, so you need to get up, Hoon.”

When he didn’t respond, you rolled your eyes, deciding to switch tactics. “If you get up, I’ll give you a reward,” you said, your tone light but teasing.

That did it. His head immediately shot up, his sleepy eyes now wide with interest. “What kind of reward?” he asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

You smirked, leaning back slightly as his head rested on your chest, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “You’ll find out if you get up,” you teased, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his face.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not entirely convinced. “That’s suspicious,” he murmured, though the corner of his lips quirked into a small smile. “Is it worth it?”

“More than worth it,” you said confidently, trying to stifle a laugh. “But you’re never going to know if you keep laying there.”

He groaned dramatically, still clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the bed. “You’re not making this easy, you know.”

“Well, you’re the one being stubborn,” you replied, gently pushing at his shoulder, though he didn’t budge.

Then, in one swift motion, he propped himself up on his elbows, his face dangerously close to yours. “Okay,” he said, his voice low and playful. “I’m up. Where’s my reward?”

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden proximity, his teasing grin making your heart race. “Patience,” you said, trying to keep your composure. “You’re not fully up yet. Get ready for work first.”

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm, that wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It’s implied,” you countered, laughing softly as you tried to push him off the bed.

But instead of moving, Sunghoon leaned even closer, his warm breath fanning over your cheeks. “I think I deserve at least a preview,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours ever so slightly.

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to glare at him, but it was impossible when his mischievous grin was so disarming. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, but before you could say anything else, he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a soft but lingering kiss.

It started playful, his lips tugging into a smile against yours, but quickly turned deeper, his hand cupping the side of your face as he kissed you with a tenderness that made your heart skip. He pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Best reward ever.”

You rolled your eyes, still breathless. “Now get up, Hoon. Or that'll be the last one you'll ever get.”

He laughed, finally pulling himself out of bed. “Fine, fine. You’re the boss in this house.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your cheeks warm as you touched your lips. Sunghoon always had a way of turning your mornings into something unforgettable.

[thewoollyviking]

Yes, Rose fucked up. She fucked up interpersonally with the gems and with Greg. And those choices were hers. She should be judged by those actions.

But why exactly do you think she kept those secrets? You think it’s because she’s some manipulative monsters or selfish coward?

No, it’s because she grew up under a living hell under the Diamonds.

Lemme give you some context here, friend;

According to the art books, all four Diamonds are rough around 20,000 years old. To give you an idea how old that is compared to irl history…

There are figures early humans carved from mammoth ivory and spear tip of flint that were made when the bottom of the North Sea was still a mammoth steppe in Doggerland.

Subtract the time Rose spent on Earth after the war (give or take a few centuries) and assuming the craptastic treatment she endured under the Diamonds has pretty much been the norm for all that time, and she had been abused for roughly 10-12,000 years. Rose’s pain predates written language and agriculture.

I. Do not. Give. A single. Chicken. Fried. Fuck. How sad the Diamonds think they were after losing Rose.

Oooooh booo fucking hooo Blue sulked in the middle of a human zoo Rose never even wanted in the first place.

Yellow knew she wanted to spare Earth and wanted to blow it up.

And White’s first action seeing “Pink” return was to send a mind controlled version of her original Pearl to greet her as a power move. To remind her what happens when she doesn’t control her power.

They didn’t mourn Rose. They mourned the person they wanted her to be.

And that’s made all the more clear once they realize Steven isn’t Rose. No moment to think about how Rose being gone was actually their own fault, not the act of some outside gem. Not moment to think about why Rose was so desperate to run away.

“Aww Pink’s gone? Gee that sucks. Welp, time to find a new pink!”

Fuck dude, some people mourn Healthcare CEOs more than the Diamonds actually mourned Rose.

And yet they get that nice fairy tale happy ending where they can be quirky space grandmas who think what they’re doing will ever hope to make up for the suffering they caused.

Meanwhile, Rose’s own loved ones feel like they have to apologize for daring to mention her in a positive light and say they’re making excuses for her.

Steven by the time of Future isn’t facing any gems that are actually a threat (bluebird is a joke character she don’t fucking count). He’s spent 5 seasons demonstrating why it’s better to talk about your feelings and the gems offer to help him at pretty much every turn and yet Steven chooses to forego that in favor of taking everything out on Rose.

The Diamonds have been the instigators who make every worse without fail. They’re the reason Rose came out as such a broken fucking person and yet we’re asked to pass more judgement on her for not being enough of a perfect fucking princess to solve things Steven’s way?

Rose spent her entire goddamn life clawing her way out of that pit of misery but we’re supposed to scoff at her for getting mud on her dress along the way?

What the fuck was the point in showing that Rose spent that lifetime trying to be better to just end it with “maybe her family would be better off if they just stopped thinking about her altogether.”

There’s a fucking reason this stupid fucking fandom took glee in harassing me and friends of mine for not joining them in burning Rose at the stake and it’s because of how Future, either due to time constraints or genuine creative decisions, completely dropped the ball on her.

I still love this show. But I cannot and will not ever watch Future. And if Rose ain’t there to heal, than at least let me take comfort in making the Diamonds hurt.

Sometimes I think about how and why some people had such a *bad* reaction to the end of Steven Universe, specifically in regards to the Diamonds living.

Even though they no longer are causing harm to others and are able to actually undo some of their previous harm by living, some folks reacted as though this ending was somehow morally suspect. Morally bankrupt, even.

And I think it might be because so many of us were raised on a very specific kind of kids media trope:

They all fall to their deaths.

Disney loves chucking their bad guys off cliffs. And it makes sense- in a moral framework where villains *must* be punished (regardless of whether their death will actually prevent further harm or not), but killing of any kind is morally bad for the hero, the narrative must find a way to kill the villain without the protagonists doing a murder.

It's a moral assumption that a person can *deserve* to die, that it is cosmically just for them to die, that them dying is evidence that the story itself is morally good and correct. Scar *deserves* to die, but it would be bad for Simba to kill him. So....cliff. (edit: yes, cliff then hyenas. But cliff first. Lol.)

Steven Universe, whatever else it's faults, took a step back and said "but if killing people is bad, then people dying is bad", and instead of dropping White Diamond off a cliff, asked "what would actual *restorative*, not punitive, justice look like? What would actual reparations mean here? If the goal is to heal, not just to punish, how do we handle those who have done harm?" And then did that.

Which I think is interesting, and that there was pushback against it is interesting.

It also reminds me of the folks who get very weird about Aang not killing Ozai at the end of Avatar. And like, Ozai still gets chucked in prison, so it doesn't even push back on our cultural ideas of punitive justice *that much.* and still, I've seen people get real mad that the child monk who is the last survivor of a genocide that wiped out his entire pacifist culture didn't do a murder.

[oceanicwriting]

quickly.

summary: you and mattheo are coworkers at your father's bank. you're both pretty competitive in the area, but you were both madly in love outside of that.

pairing(s): mattheo riddle x fem!reader

a/n: sorry if this is boring! i've been on my road trip and i haven't had much time to post. i'll keep doing my best, promise and kisses <3.

+18 smut, standing, public sex, praising, cursing

ㅤㅤㅤ the museum where the fundraising dinner for the magic school in london will be held shines like never before. among all its event rooms, there is one that has large paintings, tables, and people talking animatedly. among those guests was you.

ㅤㅤㅤ ever since you finished school, you have worked at the bank that your father owns. you have always been part of the project coordination wing, leading selected teams to develop marketing strategies or loan plans for companies in the magic world.

ㅤㅤㅤ —young lady! how are you? —an adult man, accompanied by a girl who looks your age, calls out from behind you—. your father just told me about your latest project for mr. graham's company. i must admit, it's genius.

ㅤㅤㅤ you smile cordially, accepting the man's hand. you were trying to remember his name since you turned to see him, but in the whole work conversation, you couldn't do it.

ㅤㅤㅤ —it's just a wonderful idea... oh, mr. riddle! —the man stops, looking over your shoulder—. i didn't know you had arrived. george told me you had been delayed by traffic a while ago.

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo riddle, your worst enemy and precious boyfriend. although that last thing was a secret that both of you kept under the rug due to your father's strict policy of no relationships between workers. yes, you were sure that if you talked about this with your father, he wouldn't have a problem, but keeping it a secret was a little more provocative than you would like to admit.

ㅤㅤㅤ when you turn to look at him, taking in his figure in that tight black suit, you have to hide the soft smile that forms on your lips with a long sip of champagne. on the contrary, mattheo doesn't seem to have any reaction to your outfit.

ㅤㅤㅤ —mr. whitestock. —a victorious smile draws on his lips—. how is everything here?

ㅤㅤㅤ now his lack of reaction makes sense. mattheo was watching you from the shadows long before passing by you to get the man's attention, knowing from the first moment that you didn't remember his name.

ㅤㅤㅤ —here with this beautiful young lady talking about her new project to boost mr. graham's international investments. what a lucky man! —the man says, making you smile angelically—. did you participate in that project?

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo denies.

ㅤㅤㅤ —unfortunately the beautiful lady here didn't consider me. wasn't that right?

ㅤㅤㅤ you look at him, trying to keep your composure under his gaze and ironic comment.

ㅤㅤㅤ —well, mr. riddle, i had better candidates in mind. —and we know that working together would end up giving us away instantly—. besides, weren't you busy with your five failed projects?

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and although you can see the intention to respond, mr. whitestock steps forward saying—: oh! i see what's going on. a little rivalry gives more excitement to work, doesn't it?

ㅤㅤㅤ you look at your partner, who hides his smile under his hand.

ㅤㅤㅤ it's amazing to think that mattheo riddle, a man full of ambition and selfishness at work, had managed to make you fall in love effortlessly. it's likely that the greed of both of you had drawn blurred lines of desire that neither of you wanted to ignore. you liked him to be your biggest competition, but every time you were alone, he made sure to make you feel loved.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you don't have the slightest idea, mr. whitestock —you say, noticing how another investor calls the man from afar—. it seems that you are needed over there.

ㅤㅤㅤ the man turns, temporarily saying goodbye in case you sit together at dinner and walk away with his hand resting on the waist of his young companion. mattheo and you watch him walk away, side by side, feeling how his eyes fall on your tight figure in that beautiful white dress soon after.

ㅤㅤㅤ —don't look at me so much, mr. riddle, they'll think you like me.

ㅤㅤㅤ he lets out a soft laugh, taking another glass of champagne from the waitress who is passing in front of you with a full tray.

ㅤㅤㅤ —what can i do? you look beautiful in that dress —he whispers with a hoarse voice, clearing his throat and taking a sip—. really beautiful.

ㅤㅤㅤ you both remain silent when one of your colleagues passes in front of you, greeting him effusively.

ㅤㅤㅤ —beautiful enough to take me to dinner at a nice restaurant? or beautiful enough to break it when you have the chance?

ㅤㅤㅤ you move sensually to his right side, hoping that will draw his attention to the cut of the dress that shows one of your fine legs.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you know i'd do both in one night, love.

ㅤㅤㅤ a satisfied smile forms on your lips when you hear his nervous voice, but it fades as soon as you notice your father walking in your direction with a young investor at his side.

ㅤㅤㅤ you glance at mattheo beside you, circling his back to say softly—: matt, i'm not wearing any underwear today. just so you know.

ㅤㅤㅤ meeting your father halfway, you begin to listen to the ideas of the investor who accompanies him. In the middle of that you turn to see mattheo, who has not stopped looking at you even though he is trapped with some coworkers and squeezes his glass so hard that you feared it would explode in his hand. that is what you wanted.

ㅤㅤㅤ the rest of the night progresses normally. mattheo and you had to sit three tables away, listening to speeches, business conversations, and private jokes. when the formal part was over, the grown men began to dance on the dance floor. your father had insisted that you accompany him, but when you manage to escape with a glass of wine in hand, you begin to wander through the rooms full of art.

ㅤㅤㅤ minutes later you stop in front of the large frame that has a series of lines in red, black and yellow.

ㅤㅤㅤ —why so alone? —it's his voice, echoing in the almost empty place. you know he must have a vain smile for finding you without company, how could you not know?

ㅤㅤㅤ —thinking —you say, listening to his quiet steps approach you—. don't you think this painting is grotesque?

ㅤㅤㅤ he comes up behind you, hugging you and leaving a trail of kisses on your bare shoulders. they are calm, sonorous, and warm as always.

ㅤㅤㅤ —grotesque? —he questions, his voice and the smell of cologne playing with the little thread of sanity you have before his warmth—. it looks like a bunch of meaningless lines.

ㅤㅤㅤ you let out a laugh that is accompanied by the soft sound of mattheo's kisses. you settle into his arms, turning to see his calm eyes, roaming over your face as if he’s seeing it for the first time. his hands move down to your ass to press you against him.

ㅤㅤㅤ —do you know there are cameras in here? —you ask, kissing his mischievous smile softly—. as much as you want to fuck me, you can’t.

ㅤㅤㅤ —the bathrooms are always available.

ㅤㅤㅤ —with all those middle-aged men going to the bathroom every two minutes? not really my kind of sex.

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo moves in to capture your lips in a disgustingly lustful kiss. his tongue enters your mouth to play with yours instantly, while his hands squeeze your ass and rub you against his pelvis. your hands hug his neck, panting softly at the desperation of his lips. he was as perfect as ever, but you had to stop him before you couldn't take it anymore.

ㅤㅤㅤ —matt... —you say, gently hitting his shoulder—. mattheo, wait.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i promise i'll do it quickly. okay, love?

ㅤㅤㅤ you caress his face that doesn't waste seconds to disappear into your neck, tickling with the tips of his messy hair brushing your skin. you look at the camera of the place with a growing need that mattheo, with those wet kisses spreading on your neck, doesn't help to lower.

ㅤㅤㅤ —come with me —he says suddenly, taking your hand and leading you through the halls.

ㅤㅤㅤ you don't remember exactly the path he takes you, but mattheo seems to have complete knowledge of where to go. when you get to a place with less light, he stops you right against a thick marble pillar. he doesn't even let you ask and catches your lips in the middle of a deep growl.

ㅤㅤㅤ it doesn't take you long to get used to the movement of his mouth against yours, responding with the same intensity that envelops you like never before. you feel butterflies in your stomach that carry a series of tickles to the rest of your body. mattheo kisses your cheeks and licks your earlobe and neck so calmly that you can't help but laugh between your sighs.

ㅤㅤㅤ mattheo takes the glass from your hands, drinking the remaining drink in it and leaving it on the floor.

ㅤㅤㅤ —let me check if you were lying —he says, putting his hand in the cut of the dress, reaching your wet pussy—. what a nasty girl. at a charity meeting, love?

ㅤㅤㅤ you laugh, being forced to turn your back and spread your legs.

ㅤㅤㅤ —don’t pretend your cock hasn’t hurt all dinner, matt —you say, moaning afterward at the slow massage he’s started on your clit—. i can feel it.

ㅤㅤㅤ you know he has a smile on his face by the way he kisses your bare back softly. besides, mattheo is a man who enjoys it when you start vocalizing what he does to you, and that’s exactly what happens when he caresses that sensitive spot.

ㅤㅤㅤ —too bad i can’t enjoy this for longer. —you can hear his pants falling down his legs and, shortly after, the tip of his member threatening your entrance—. but we have to hurry if you don’t want them to know what a slutty you are.

ㅤㅤㅤ a cry that echoes between the high ceilings escapes your lips when mattheo buries himself completely inside you. his hand stimulating your clit has stopped, helping you keep your composure at his large size filling every inch of you.

ㅤㅤㅤ —ready?

ㅤㅤㅤ you nod. mattheo watches the waves of your hair bounce against the top of your shoulders and spreads kisses down your empty back before he begins to move.

ㅤㅤㅤ at first he’s not soft or tender as if he’s afraid you’re going to break into pieces because he thrusts hard the same moment he feels your walls tighten around him. he was eager to hear you, to make you shiver and touch your entire warm body. mattheo felt so hot to feel your deepest being that even he was surprised.

ㅤㅤㅤ his mouth takes care of biting and kissing your shoulders softly, enjoying how the echo makes your sounds and his attack them from all directions.

ㅤㅤㅤ —is this what you wanted, right? —he asks, stopping abruptly and bringing his hand to your clit—. is this what you wanted to happen when you came without underwear?

ㅤㅤㅤ his fingers massage your erect area in circles, pushing themselves inside you lazily, grunting and sighing against your ears. you try to regain your speech as best you can, because you needed to hear the hard crash of his pelvis against your buttocks, you need him to bite your shoulders as if he were dying to mark you and for your juices to splash on his cock.

ㅤㅤㅤ —matt...

ㅤㅤㅤ —yes, love? come on, you can talk.

ㅤㅤㅤ —just, please, move faster —you whimper, lowering your hand to his to increase the movement of his fingers pressing your clit—. please. i need you to give me hard.

ㅤㅤㅤ a laugh, mixed with a pleasurable sound, is drowned out when they find your lips to do what you ask.

ㅤㅤㅤ his thrusts have become so violent that he forces you to rest your hands on the pillar to keep from hitting your head against it. you gasp and moan with an intensity that's impossible to control because mattheo knew exactly how to stimulate your body until you were brought to ruin.

ㅤㅤㅤ —m-more, matt. a little...

ㅤㅤㅤ from the first moment you hooked up at an office party, he discovered that you needed him to talk to you to release your orgasm. you loved how his raspy voice, full of lust, praises the way only you know how to take it.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you're doing well —he says, lifting your dress a little more to see his cock disappear between your thighs and pelvis crash against your ass—. s-shit. such a nice view and so little time.

ㅤㅤㅤ your hips seek the sensation of your desperate orgasm in a movement against mattheo, coupling with his thrusts to deepen his entrance as much as you can. the muffled screams that leave your throat are lightened by the soft laughter that hides the boy's moans.

ㅤㅤㅤ —so tight and perfect looking for more.

ㅤㅤㅤ it's the way he talks to you, how his hand squeezes your hip to pull you against him while the other massages your clit. it's the mix that all that does with the aroma of his cologne that makes you stop breathing.

ㅤㅤㅤ —come on, love, just cum for me.

ㅤㅤㅤ the shock of his breath hitting your ear is enough to feel a tingle throughout your body, contracting your muscles and stifling a scream. your orgasm is so powerful that it cuts off your breathing and weakens your legs, forcing mattheo to hold you in his last thrusts that fill your insides with his semen. god, how you loved the heat of his semen taking you.

ㅤㅤㅤ —are you okay? —you nod, mattheo stops holding you to get out and fix his clothes while you lean on the large marble post—. come here.

ㅤㅤㅤ he hugs you again, capturing your lips and caressing your back while his tender kiss imprisons you against the wall.

ㅤㅤㅤ —if a camera caught us, they will talk to my father —you whisper.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i will take care of that.

ㅤㅤㅤ that makes you laugh, separating yourself to look into his brown eyes delirious from his orgasm seconds ago. he is so cute that you could die in his arms and you would be the happiest person on the planet. mattheo caresses your cheeks gently.

ㅤㅤㅤ —go back first —he says, taking two steps back. you pick up the glass from the floor and kiss his cheek—. i love you.

ㅤㅤㅤ you look at him, paralyzed by those words that had not been said until this very moment. his soft eyes with a hint of fear for having said it only make your heart beat much faster and a giant smile appear on your lips to hug him tightly.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i love you too, matt.

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

The interior of Ed and Stede's relationship is well-tread both in analysis and the show itself. We know why they fall for each other, how they fall for each other, when they fall for each other. We've been inside their heads. We could, if we wanted to, probably compile a rough timeline of events from Point A (Ed hearing of Stede's existence) to Point Z (Ed and Stede retiring from piracy to open an inn). Has anyone done that? Someone should do that. I might do that.

But a thread the show keeps pulling on from their first meeting all the way to the end of Season 2 is the persistent showing that no one else seems to fully understand what Ed and Stede have going on.

There are exceptions to this. Lucius with his emotional intelligence and arguably the whole crew of The Revenge understand that Ed and Stede feel something for each other that is somewhat outside the framework. The Revenge is a safe space where they are allowed to explore and hold feelings like that and their influence (Stede's, but really the whole crew's) outgrows the ship and spills out into the wider culture of piracy. They don't fundamentally change the whole culture of piracy, but their influence forces characters who would otherwise be immovable and rigid in their personal philosophies (Anne and Mary Read, Zheng Yi Sao, Auntie, Ned Low's crew, etc.) to rethink their relationships with each other.

I already made a post about Jack and how he seems to think Stede is just a passing fascination, so I won't repeat myself. But this is not the first nor will it be the last time a character fundamentally misunderstands how much Ed cares about Stede. Izzy in Season 1 legitimately believes that Stede's death will force Ed back to normal, to the extent that he does not even try to comfort or console Ed during Stede's almost-execution. And he is caught totally caught off guard when Ed gives up his life to save Stede's.

Ned Low demonstrates an awareness of something being there, but he dismisses it the same way Jack did: Ed only cares about Stede because he's new and interesting. Ed will move on once that shiny new pirate smell wears off. "Ed only cares because you're interesting" and "Ed only cares because you're inexperienced".

These are easy assumptions to make when you only have one half of the picture. And when you don't understand that Ed exists as a multi-faceted whole thinking person outside of his Blackbeard persona and piracy. The distinction between "Blackbeard" and "Ed" was made very early on (Ed introducing himself as "Ed") and reinforced later with "His name is Ed". When other characters refer to Ed, it's useful to ask: are they talking about Ed or Blackbeard? Ed and Blackbeard are not fundamentally distinct personalities, but Blackbeard is a performance and a mask Ed puts on. His arc at the end of Season 2 deals with reconciling his past, Blackbeard, The Kraken, and all these other facets of himself into one cohesive person who is just called Ed.

Yeah, Ed is fascinated by Stede's things. His fabrics, his wardrobe, the model ship, the secret passages, the books. But even from their first meeting, Ed and Stede are not just connecting over Stede's clothes and his books. Ed is sharing his love of soft things with someone for probably the first time in his life, he's being vulnerable and truthful. He remains guarded through their first interactions, but he's being more open and candid than Blackbeard would be. "Do you fancy a fine fabric?" is not a question Blackbeard would answer honestly. And when Ed casually makes the reveal ("I'm Blackbeard") in the auxiliary wardrobe, Stede does not treat him any differently after the fact. Everyone else is like "big scary pirate Blackbeard!!" but Stede is like "That's Ed :) He's my friend :) He's very cool and he likes fabrics and did I mention he is my friend?? :)"

Ned Low, Izzy Hands, and Jack all ask the question Why does Blackbeard care so much about this fucking muppet? and collectively decide it must be because Stede clearly does not know what he's doing and/or he has a lot of cool stuff and Ed is into that shit. And there is a part of Ed who probably did at one point think it was just Stede's stuff he was into, that he just wanted what Stede had and then realized it was not about the fancy stuff it was about Stede as a person. That is why Ed starts to really fall for Stede at the end of "The Best Revenge is Dressing Well". They have their intimate moment and Ed is like oh fuck I might be in love with this guy for real oh fuccccck I want to kiss him so baddddd oh shit oh fuck. I've always been of the (maybe controversial? idk) opinion that Ed was flirting during their first meeting and making it obvious as possible he was DTF if Stede was into that, which is the maximum amount of physical intimacy and wanting Ed could allow himself to express without getting scared. He wasn't full bright lights in love with Stede at first sight, but he was infatuated at first conversation.

Interestingly, we never see this on the other side. It is always assumed that Stede just doesn't understand Ed, that he doesn't understand how Ed really feels about him and if he only knew The Real Ed (Blackbeard) he wouldn't have so many soft feelings. In Season 2, Stede is continuously confused when people suggest Ed might try to kill him. Because Stede alone knows that the last time Ed tried that, he ended up having a panic attack and hiding in Stede's bathtub. Izzy tries to pull the whole "you don't know him like I do" and Stede rebukes that fucking instantly by describing Ed's entire mindset in a single sentence while Izzy was just last season struggling to understand Ed's sudden shift in behavior. Izzy sees a change in Ed's behavior and is at a loss to understand, while Stede sees a change in Ed's behavior and instantly clocks what is going on.

"You don't actually know him" is how outsiders rationalize Stede's feelings about Ed and "he's just a momentary bit of fun" is how outsiders rationalize Ed's feelings for Stede.

The key to these intimate moments between Ed and Stede is that they really are between Ed and Stede. Ed never shares these memories with anyone. Even when he's talking with Mary Read in "Fun and Games", he brings up the stabbing because it's relevant and then tries to brush it off a little by saying he had to force Stede to do it and calling Stede "fragile". He does not even allude to the intimacy of that moment and his own being vulnerable. Stede and Lucius are the only people Ed reveals those parts of himself to.

[chevxyn]

THIS LOVE.

michael kaiser’s story, & his feelings that includes you.

michael kaiser x reader.

mature language, written, fluff, comfort, childhood trauma, abuse mention, aged up characters (24)

wc : 1k+

kaiser had a rough life when he was just a child, his mother left him and his father, as his father would physically hurt him and use him to steal for money.

at that time he never knew real love, that is.. until he met you. when you two saw eachother, it was just a small encounter after the ubers match, it was raining, and you helped him by giving your own umbrella. telling him your apartment was just nearby.

at that time, kaiser did not know why would someone help him especially someone with sympathy you, when he never saw this world as kind especially when his father made his world turn out like that.

he was quick to refuse the umbrella, but you insisted to the point that eventually he took it. and that’s when you gave him a smile, a smile that he could never forget.

at the next morning, he aimed to give your umbrella back, but unfortunately he had training to do first.

yet at that training, he couldn’t understand why your face is all that he remembers. that even ness would look at him weird, as he seemed out of focus & would stare at the umbrella inside his bag.

fast forward, he went to the same place as yesterday, silently praying that you’re there. so that he could give you the umbrella back. and fortunately, you were.

when he approached you, you quickly realized it was the same guy you gave the umbrella yesterday. you smiled at him and he just took out his umbrella from his bag, giving it to you.

“thank you.” he managed to say and you nodded, giving him another smile of yours. why is his heart clenching like this? fuck. he thought.

and that’s the beginning of their story, the second part is at a café. when he met you again, you were just there alone, sipping on a drink. as you silently read your book.

when he ordered his own preferences, he went to you. he didn’t know why, but he wanted to get to know you. and when you saw him, you invited him to sit with you.

why were you so kind? he wondered about it. and when he sat down with you, you immediately closed your book and reverted your attention to him. as if you don’t want him to feel alone.

and when you introduced yourself to him, he would never forget the name of [name] [last name]. but what made him more curious, how do you not recognize him yet?

“i’m kaiser, michael kaiser.” he said, and [name] finally looked like they recognized him, but the words that came out of their mouths are like this, “oh, you’re that footballer right? i’m not into it, but my sibling is a fan.”

kaiser looked down and stirred his drink, your sibling is a fan. that’s.. cool, “he’s 10 tho.” you chuckled and he nodded. “but er, uhm.”

you looked like you were conflicted about something and he raised his eyebrows, “what is it?” he asked, and you stared at him, “could you autograph something for him? he loves you.” you asked, a shy tone was visible.

‘cute.’ he thought before snapping out of it, “oh, yeah sure.” he simply said, as you took out a pen from your bag. but now you don’t know where to autograph it, “oh!” you opened a page in your book, “here.”

he gave a subtle smile before giving you the autograph for your little brother. and from there, you both became what people would say, friends.

after months went passed, he’s starting to notice a change of feelings in him for you. and that feeling won’t go away no matter how hard he tried, as days, weeks, months, it’s still not gone cause there is one thing that he failed to notice, it’s that the feeling that he was trying so hard to remove is love. cause he is in love with you.

and for you, the first week that you were friends with him, you never quite get how people say kaiser was rude, he was always nice to you, sweet even. it wasn’t until time went by, when you realized you liked him cause of the way how gently he treated you.

kaiser realized his feelings when they were at a festival, and you wiped the chocolate strawberry’s stain that he said was mid. the way you were so close to him made his heart beat uncontrollably, and he felt like his stomach fluttering with slight anxiety.

so when kaiser confessed to you, he took you to watch the skies of stars with him. as he said the words, that you would always remember, “ich liebe dich, weißt du das?”

as five years go by quickly, as it progressed that he knew that this is the person that he wanted to stay with for his whole life. the person that he wanted to love, the person that he wanted to marry.

and one day, he took you to that same place that he confessed his feelings to in a day nearing sunset, and went on one knee. my, was it something to forget? you couldn’t even express the way your emotions of happiness at that time. but all you know, is that you said yes, and the two of you embraced yourself.

time went so fast until your wedding, when you walked on the altar alongside him. he would never forget the way you were, how beautiful you were in that outfit. the vows that the two of you made together at that time of golden hour. and the gentle lovely kiss that you both shared.

and now here you are, spouses. he loved every second with you. and he made a promise with himself. one that he would never break.

is that, no matter how hard, harsh, or painful that any situation the two of you are in. he will never resort into breaking you or hurting you. as he made the oath that he would never fit the picture that had his parents.

and if the two of you ever want to start a family, then he would care for the child. and love them as much as he loves you, which is infinity.

©chevxyn

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

thinking about a hybrid wolf hair dresser/ barber that would NEVER work on human hair.. but as they see more of you in public, they're more and more willing to make an exception for yours. not really a request lol just pitching an idea if you want to use it or change it up somehow! love your work!!

Yandere Wolf Hybrid Hair Stylist 

Rules | Kofi | Masterlist

Fashionable with the fairest mane around Emile is the envy of hybrids and humans alike

He adores throwing on something flashy and doing a hair flip whenever the opportunity presents itself

He’s just so good at what he does 

He only takes the highest quality clients

The Lion-Hybrid Talk Show host

The celebrity sheep-hybrid 

The list goes on…but only with very select traits

Fame and being a hybrid 

All the things that will have The Emile Farehaire even looking in any client’s direction

And yet when you happen to pass him while doing hair for a movie he’s enraptured

It’s likely because you’ve been working and you didn’t have time to tame your bed-head this time around

If you can believe it the first time he sees you and your mop of unruly hair he turns his nose up and continues walking

“Hmph humans. Given so little hair and they still look terrible!”

You’d think after working on seven different clients a day he’d forget all about the human assistant he happens to see passing by

…and yet…he can’t seem to

The second time he’s surprised to feel his beautifully conditioned and brushed tail wagging when he sees you again with that stupidly greasy hair

“What a look. Maybe try my hair care line, then maybe you’ll look better!”

He was being mean, he knew that

But in his mind, he’s already seen it played out 

You’ll stop and glare, turning to shove your clawless little finger into his chest while you reprimand him

And of course, he’d smile with superiority as he pulls a stray strand of your unruly hair while he mocks you again 

Of course he’d let you whine before relenting and inviting you into his chair

“A charity client,” he’d say and from then on you’d silently be grateful behind that witty banter you two will always have

Except…it doesn’t happen this way at all 

You just…keep walking

Whether you’ve got earbuds or genuinely thinking of the hundreds of tasks you have to get done 

You just don’t respond so Emile is standing flustered while he thinks he’s been ignored

And now instead of catching up on all the latest gossip from his regular he’s mentally debating if you purposefully ignored him and how on this  good green earth was he going to get your attention

First things first he has to get your name

In all his delusions+ imagines he’d never got your name

So it’s a given that he’ll ask his assistant or a chatty client in passing 

“Oh (Y/n)? Yeah they work harder than anybody and–”

“(Y/n)...that’s their name…could you tell me more?”

“Oh, can I? Just the other day–”

After that he just can’t seem to stop 

The voice of reason rings out less and less as he reconnects with his more primitive instincts

Instead of ‘turning off’ his sense of smell for all the specific products he uses he keeps it on

Using it to tell where he should conveniently stretch his legs so that he can bump into you

Or how typically he’d pin his ears down to avoid the sound of the blow dryer now he’s keeping up and at attention when he sees you excuse yourself from the group to take a call

Even with all of that, he seems to have even more trouble actually getting to do your hair

“I really think you should give this treatment a try. It would do wonders for your hair type! Even I could do it for you!”

“With your rates? No thanks appreciate the thought though.”

“W-what about a discount? I can do one just for you!”

“Nah I couldn’t do that to you.”

*Whimper*

At one point whether or not you’ve finally combed your hair or done a different hairstyle

He’s just got to have you in his chair!

So of course he decides he’s going to have to put a little more effort into this 

Maybe do what his ancestors did and pursue the hunt a little more

So he’ll get even more info finally using the money he’s got to good use

His closet can spare one empty space for your address

Maybe a house visit will convince you to finally let him do your hair

Maybe more 

Whatever he has to do to finally get his claws in your hair

Maybe then he’ll satiate that urge to lock you away 

So he can stop wagging his tail when you look at him 

To stop that urge to howl near your place when he’s certain all others can hear

Or maybe it won’t and he’ll just have to fabulously have you as his mate

Whether you want it or not

Enjoy my little ugly doodles of Emile! Thank you Anon, I'm really happy you do! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 30

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton, Coparenting Jay Halstead x Reader

With a ticking clock there are no rules when it comes to Jay and Mouse finding you and Hailey

Warnings: TORTURE, MENTION OF RAPE (NO RAPE) LOTS OF VIOLENCE

The sound of Mouse’s cell phone ringing was nearly too loud in the marshal office. The guy Gwen had just dragged in was yelling from the holding but somehow the simple ring of his phone seemed louder. He glanced at the screen and the moment he saw Jay’s name he felt his world screech to a stop. He glanced at the time, ten forty five. The meeting was over. If Jay was calling…

“Jay” he answered and heard the other man take a ragged breath “Greg…” no no no, if Jay was calling and if Jay was using his real name? “Please tell me she’s not dead Jay. Please” he begged and Jay breathed “Greg….they took our girls”  “Who took our girls?” he asked, eyes meeting Xavier’s across the floor as he grabbed his gear and headed for the stairs. He heard his team one by one falling in step behind him before he ever hung up with Jay.

He looked over his shoulder at them all. “I don’t have clearance to go, you could be risking your jobs” Gwen shrugged “This is Kidd we’re talking about. Let’s fucking go”

“You fall in line and there aren’t any rules” he told them before heading down the stairs not looking to see if they followed. He had to get to the twenty first. The more time passed, the harder it would be to get a lead. Not finding them was not an option.

The drive across town, hell he wasn’t sure if any light he rolled through was red or green. You were in danger. Some assholes decided they were gonna put their hands on you, hurt you, take you. He wasn’t here the last time you needed him, he was now dammit and nothing would keep him from finding you.

The moment Mouse parked his truck in front of the precinct he grabbed his gear out of the seat and stormed up the steps. Sure enough his entire team had followed him. The moment he stepped in the door Trudy looked up at him from her place behind the front desk, he could see tears in her eyes “Mouse, you and Jay bring them home” he nodded, knowing she needed him to sound certain  “We will” she hit the button to pop the gate leading up to intelligence and he didn’t waste any time, taking the stairs two at a time.

The moment he hit the top of the stairs every set of eyes turned towards him. It seemed like Jay and Voight were mid conversation but he could’ve given a damn less “Tell me we have any damn thing we can track Jay. Give me something”  Voight looked at him “Mouse, you can’t be here” he cut his eyes at Voight “Me and Jay honestly don’t need the unit or my team. More hands and eyes just come in handy. Are you gonna help us get them back or stand in the damn way? I’ve got five marshals here to help your unit, take the help and get your detectives back or we’ll do it ourselves”

Voight raised an eyebrow then nodded “I’ll get it cleared for your team to be here. You and Jay run point” Mouse nodded then looked back at Jay who told him  “Kev’s running the plates. We got Phillip Jones in custody, best we can tell his brother Eric and his goonies grabbed them. We’re thinking they’re gonna contact for a trade” Mouse nodded and looked back at Gwen “Take the back stairs, tell Kevin you’re part of my team. Take over running these assholes down. Let’s find them before they ever have a chance to try to make a trade. Send Kevin up”

Gwen disappeared through the door Mouse pointed her in the direction of and Jay bumped his shoulder and leaned in “How solid is your team?” he nodded “Solid” “Like we can take Phillip down to the cage?” Jay asked and he nodded “Yeah, they’re that solid”

Jay looked back at Voight who nodded once “Do what you gotta do, I got the rest” that was pretty much clearance to do anything and everything. Him and Mouse had done some shit and that was for men in their unit but this? This was for the women they loved. This was for Addy. This was for everything that mattered, nothing was off limits.

Kevin walked back through the door about that time and Mouse cut his eyes at Jay before saying “Kev, go to fifty one and pick up Stella and Kelly. She needs to know” Jay nodded then breathed “After that I need to ask something of you that you aren’t gonna want to do” “What’s that?” Kevin asked and Jay shrugged one shoulder “Sit out of this? I need Addy safe and who better than her mom’s best friend. I need you to stay with her and Stella until we bring the girls home”

Kevin looked from one of them to the other “I can’t do nothing” Jay shook his head “Protecting Addy is everything” he nodded slowly “Promise me that you two aren’t stopping at nothing” Mouse nodded “You know us Kev. They’re coming home”

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“What do you mean she’s been kidnapped?” Stella’s voice shook as she looked from Jay to Mouse. Kelly moved to put his hands on her shoulders and she shrugged him off. “Where the fuck is my little sister?” Jay swallowed hard “We’ll get her back Stel” 

Stella’s head whipped towards him “How the fuck did you lose her? How does a decorated army ranger, decorated detective manage to lose two fucking women on a damn undercover?” “There’s a lot of moving parts to things” Mouse tried and Stella scoffed “You’re defending him?”

Kelly pulled her back against his chest “Baby, you’re upset. You’re saying stuff you don’t mean” her hands shook and tears were shining in her eyes when she said “Just please get her back Jay. She’s my little sister. Don’t make me bury her and you know she loves Hailey too. Get em back, they both believe in you” then she looked at Mouse “My little sister loves you, get her back”

She took a deep breath, visibly resigning herself to the fact that this was reality not some horrible dream then said “I’ll take vacation time and keep Addy home until you get them back. Don’t worry about her. Just concentrate on my sister and Hailey, ok?” Both men nodded so she turned to Kelly and Kevin “Let’s go”

They watched her walk out and Jay took a deep breath “Thank you” “For what?” Mouse asked and Jay shrugged “For defending me even if I don’t deserve it, I was right there man…a few steps too slow…” Mouse shook his head “Don’t fucking go there Jay. I need your head on straight. Don’t think about what you could’ve done. Think about what you’re gonna do when you get those son of a bitches that have them in front of us”

Pain wasn’t a stranger to you. Hell in your life of work, you’d been shot, stabbed and in a couple car wrecks. That was all since joining intelligence. You could handle pain, it was the burning that made consciousness rush back into you with a scream being ripped from your lips.

“Looks like this one is awake, what about blondie?” you fought against the pounding behind your eyes to force them open. Blondie...Hailey? Memories of what happened flooded back to you. You’d run right into it, worse than that was Hailey had followed you step for step. You’d never seen those damn guys or those fucking shock sticks.

The last thing you could remember was Eric Jones telling someone to “Shoot that damn guy” was Jay ok? Where was Hailey? Hell where were you? The moment you managed to get your eyes open you were face to face with a man that was taller than Kevin and twice as broad “Damn, what did your mama feed you?” you blurted out and he chuckled “Oh I like her, she wakes up feisty”

You shrugged, looking around the room and cutting your eyes up to see you were chained by your arms to a pulley system that was attached to the roof. Explained why you couldn’t currently feel them, also why your feet were barely touching the floor. “Unchain me and I’ll show you just how feisty I am asshole” he grinned “Oh she’s gonna be fun. Is blondie awake yet?”

About the time he said it you heard Hailey’s voice and it sounded like she was waking up in the same mood as you. You glared at the mountain of a man in front of you “Sounds like it” he chuckled “See, my boss is wanting his brother back. He’s gonna use you two to do so. The thing is that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun in the meantime”

You felt your stomach churn at his words and it must have shown on your face because he shook his head “Oh no dear, we’re not animals. We wouldn’t take that from you…we just want to break you down in a little teeny tiny heap so when CPD releases Phillip they get piles of their detectives back. That way they know the Jones brothers are indeed untouchable”

“How do you plan a trade if we’re dead?” you asked and he grinned “Who said you’ll be dead?” and backhanded you across the face hard enough if you hadn’t been hanging by your arms you probably would’ve flown across the room. The coppery taste of blood filled your mouth and you turned your head to spit it out onto the floor “Should I start here with you or go to Blondie first?” you were shaking from a mixture of pain, adrenaline and fear as you said “If you touch her just remember I will get down from here eventually and when I do I will break your fucking neck”

“Tsk tsk tsk Detective. You’re in no place to make threats” you spit out more blood, damn your teeth must have sliced the inside of your mouth “Not a threat, it’s a promise I will make good on”

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Hailey could hear you, she knew you were close. She couldn’t exactly call for you because you both didn’t know if these assholes knew your identities beyond being detectives for intelligence. When she heard you tell one of them that if they hurt her you’d break their fucking neck her eyes flew to the men in the room with her.

You had to stop fighting so hard. She could take it. She’d handled worse. You and her could make it through this. The unit would come, you just had to stay alive until then and you trying to take the focus off her wasn’t happening.The man in the room with her eyed her, your initial observation of “Damn what did your mama feed you?”  was pretty fucking accurate. Where the hell did the Jones brothers get these men?

“She your girlfriend or something?” he asked and she grinned “Or something” he nodded “You gonna let her take everything to keep it off of you?” she shook her head “Not on your life asshole” and he grinned “Always loved the fact that women are always stronger than men. They take twice as long to break” “Lucky us” she breathed, turning back towards the sound of your voice. She had no idea of knowing how much time had passed since you and her had been taken. How close the unit was to finding you two or what had happened to Jay.

Hank walked down the stairs with Xavier next to him, both men pushing Phillip in front of them. Mouse and Jay stood on either side of the cage. Hank shoved Phillip in then looked at Jay and held the keys out “You two got five minutes, make it count”

Xavier looked at Mouse “I got the exterior door. No one is coming in” then he walked off. The man had the nerve to smirk at Jay  “What’s wrong Jack did ya lose Veronica and Vivian?” Jay unlocked the cage and pushed the door open wide enough Mouse could walk in behind him. “I’m gonna ask you one time and one time only where would your brother take them?”

“Fuck you” Phillip told him and was met with a hard punch from Mouse. Jay nodded towards him “Did I mention one of the women your brother took was the woman he loves?” Phillip spit out a mouth full of blood, a tooth amongst it and shrugged “Let me go and you may see them again”

Jay cut his eyes at Mouse and held his hand out, Mouse laid his knife in it “Last chance. Give us a location” “Fuck you” Phillip repeated. “Suit yourself” Mouse told him and nodded to Jay who didn’t hesitate to slam the knife down into Phillip’s left hand, pinning it to the bench.  Phillip let out a blood curdling scream as Jay leaned down face to face with him “A location, now”

“I don’t- I don’t know” Phillip tried and Mouse grabbed the handle of the knife and twisted it “What was that? Talk up Phillip!” Phillip groaned “There’s three places! Three places! He’ll have them in one of those”

“Good boy. Luckily you’re right handed so here ya go” Jay handed him a sheet of paper and pen “Write quick and he’ll get the medic from his team down here to patch ya up before you pass out” 

He scribbled down the locations and Jay nodded then snatched Mouse’s knife out of his hand “Good talk Phillip” Mouse nodded “Very lucrative for us all” the two walked out and Xavier walked back in, eyeing the puddle growing under Phillip as Jay locked the cage “Guessing I should get Jonah?” Mouse nodded “Yeah, asshole doesn’t deserve to bleed out” then looked at Jay “We gotta get Gwen running these then we need teams hitting them all”

“What if he has more addresses?” Jay asked and Mouse shrugged “We hit every damn property he owns until we find them” Jay nodded “We gotta move fast and hit every damn place hard” Mouse nodded “We know how and we will. They fucked up laying a hand on her and Hailey”

Your ribs were aching, you were fairly certain you were losing circulation in your hands and your jawbone may very well be cracked or at the very least bruised deeply They’d given you one hell of a beating already. You heard the room next to yours open and knew they were going in on Hailey next “LEAVE HER ALONE DAMMIT! PLEASE, HURT ME NOT HER!” you screamed, groaning from the pain as tears slipped down your face.

You heard Hailey’s voice cut through the wall “STOP FIGHTING SO MUCH. I CAN TAKE IT” and flinched when the first blow landed on her. Tears streamed down your face as you listened to them beat her like they had you. 

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Hailey took the beating, grunting when they hit her and tears flowing again when she heard your sobs. This would be how they broke the two of you. She could take the hits, she couldn’t take hearing your pain and knew you couldn’t take hearing hers. They would use you against each other. The worst part was they didn’t even have any real use for the two of you beyond pawns to try to get Phillip released. This? This was just a bunch of sickos playing.

When they finally got tired and walked out of her room she sagged in her chains. “Hails?” you spoke lightly and she swallowed hard “I’m here babe” she could hear your voice shake “They’ll find us” “I know”

“Hit it fast and hard. Don’t give them time to alert anyone in case this isn’t the place with the girls. If it’s not we hand it over to patrol and move the hell on” Jay told the group and Voight cut his eyes at him “Unless there’s an issue. If so everyone go home and we got this because out of everyone I trust him to have my back and if goes both ways”

“Jay, we’re with you” Adam told him and Kim nodded. Gwen looked at Mouse “Let’s get Kidd and Upton back” the group surrounded the first location, waiting on Jay’s command. “Take it”

“CPD! US MARSHAL” The call sounded out and doors were kicked in. The guards inside didn’t have time to run. The group of men and women they had backing them were slamming them down left and right. They left them to cuff them while Jay and Mouse moved through the house, clearing it.

When it came up empty they moved back into the living room where Voight had gathered all the perps. “Who’s in charge” Mouse asked and no one replied so Voight kicked one of the men in the side and he grunted then pointed at one man “He is”

“Asshole” the man cursed as Mouse and Jay snatched him to his feet. “Kitchen?” Jay asked and Mouse nodded. Voight looked back at the team “Stay in here” then followed the two into the kitchen, hanging back. 

Mouse looked towards the stove “Oh look Jay, gas stove. Actual fire” Jay nodded and looked towards the man they were dragging between them “This asshole has a pyro streak. Picked it up in Kandahar Valley. The problem with electric stoves?” They dragged him over to the stove as Mouse turned one of the burners on high, the flames flickering up as he said “The burners man. It’s too clean. Actual flames. They fucking melt skin”

They both grabbed one of the man’s shoulders and held him down over the flames, just close enough the smell of burnt hair from his beard filled the air. Mouse leaned down close to his ear “Your boss Eric Jones?” The man nodded, eyes wide. “Does he have a place where he takes hostages?” 

“He’ll kill me man?” Mouse looked at Jay “Did you hear that? Jones will kill him” Jay nodded then shoved the man down just enough the flames burnt through his beard and he screamed in pain as his chin blistered then they pulled him up. Jay leaned in “Eric is not your biggest worry. You’re here so you didn’t actually have anything to do with. You can get by with a felony arrest. If you don’t tell us where your face is going down in this flame and I will fucking hold you in it until you stop kicking and swear we found you like that”

The man looked between them then nodded “It’s about an hour north..I…I can show you on on a map” Mouse slapped him on the shoulder “Attaboy!” then snatched him up by the burnt part of his beard “Let’s go”

You passed out at some point and when you came to you were being taken down from the roof and chained to a wall instead. You grunted from the pain in your side as they dropped you to the hard concrete floor. “What’s wrong killer, don’t tell me we already broke ya? I wanted you to keep some of that fight?” the man in front of you said. The way he looked at you made your skin crawl, then he reached to push your blood soaked hair back from your face “Not all of us have Dominic’s views on things. That fight may be fun, especially if we can rub that into CPD” you flinched away from his touch and glared at him “Go to hell” he grinned “Uh oh. There’s killer” and winked at you.

He walked out and a few minutes later Hailey’s limp body was dragged in and chained to a wall opposite you. You waited until the men who’d bought her in walked out then moved a little closer to her, straining your eyes to see if she was breathing. 

The slight rise and fall of her chest as a reassurance. If she was here, in the room with you that meant you could protect her. If this was all a play against CPD to get their attention to get Eric out, you would get their eyes on you the next time Dominic came in. After all, someone who loved you more than anything worked for the marshal service. Using you, hurting you could get the attention of both branches. They didn’t need to hurt her.

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You sat in the quiet, listening to her stir and knew she was fully awake. You’d made your decision and had come to peace with it. You just needed her to now. This was the only way for either of you to make it out of this. That slimy guy said “Not all of them” that meant more than one of them went against Dominic. How long could he keep it to Physical abuse?

You’d already endured more than you ever thought you could. These men had beat every inch of your body to the point of near breaking before they had stopped. How your heart was still beating and how you were still drawing breath was beyond you.

“Hailey” you barely whispered her name but knew she heard you because of the slight flinch “Yeah Y/N?” you turned towards her as far as you could, the pain in your side feeling like it was tearing with every movement “Hails promise me you’ll be there for Addy” her head rolled to the side to face you, one of her eyes was nearly swollen shut but the other bright blue and wide as she stared at you “Always but why wouldn’t you be?”

You swallowed hard “I have to think about her instead of myself. Jay needs you coming home. I can’t break his heart again. So if it comes to me or you, get the hell out of here and get home to him and my little girl. Be a mom to her please” she shook her head, tears falling “I won’t leave you. I can’t face her and know I left her mom. I can’t look Greg in the eye and know I left you. You can’t ask me to leave you” you wrapped an arm around yourself, grunting from the pain but managed to get close enough to grab her hand “Hailey, I love you. I know you love me. I’m asking please if you get a chance, get out. Live for us both. Take care of my daughter, help Greg get on his feet. You’re so strong. They need you. I need you to live please live for me” 

She squeezed your hand “If I get a chance, I’m taking you with me. There’s no future for me without my wife in it. We’re a family, family doesn’t leave each other behind” 

You shook your head, tears falling “Listen to me dammit. Their goal is to completely destroy us. I can’t let that happen to you if I can stop it” she squeezed your hand “I am not leaving you, no matter what. We face whatever comes together”

“This is the place,” Mouse spoke, looking around at the team. “Surround it. Hit it hard. No one walks out alive” Voight ordered and everyone nodded. The teams going in were Gwen with Jay and Mouse. Jonah and Xavier with Adam and Kenny and Kim with Voight.

“If you can make it hurt, even better” Jay added then cut his eyes at Mouse “Let’s do this” 

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Jay and Mouse moved together through the halls. The two men didn’t have to speak, they knew where each other was, on feeling alone. “Two offenders down” Mouse called over the radio, stepping over the bodies of the men he and Jay just killed, their blood still drying on his hands.

“From the blueprints I pulled the cellars are at the end of the hall” Gwen spoke low and both men nodded. She moved first, opening the door and they moved in, shoulder to shoulder. 

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You flinched at the first sound of gunfire “Hailey” you whispered, trying to nudge her and she nodded “I know” the door burst open and you would’ve preferred Dominic. It was the slimy guy. He looked from you to Hailey and smiled “Don’t have long but might as well have a little fun” you felt adrenaline rush into you and knew it hit Hailey too because despite your injuries you were both on your feet.

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There was a door at the end of the hall that was open and they could hear fighting coming out of it. They ripped it open to find a man on the ground while you and Hailey had chains that appeared to be hooked to your hands wrapped around his neck, choking him.

Mouse called your name and Jay called Hailey. You both looked up and the moment you spotted them, collapsed. Gwen moved in, shooting the man without question and dragging him away from the two of you. Jay and Mouse started to step into the room but the moment they did you and Hailey curled into each other as far as your chains would let you.

They froze at the door. Mouse locked eyes with you “Sweetheart?” you barely met his eyes and shook your head “Please Greg” he nodded and hit Jay’s arm then tapped his com “We need you Kim” his eyes stayed on you but him and Jay didn’t come any closer.

Gwen slowly moved towards you and Hailey and the two of you let her unchain you but still didn’t move from your corner, wrapped around each other. Kim came running into the room and looked at them then at the two of you then ran over to you. “Oh my god” she crouched down in front of you and then looked back “Call a bus, specify we want Brett and Foster”

Mouse and Jay were forced to stand by while you and Hailey allowed Kim and Gwen to help you to stand and slowly make your way upstairs. A total of seven hours had passed. What had you two endured in that time?

They followed behind, watching as you and Hailey sat on the couch in the house, flinching if any of the men got close. Mouse had a pit in his stomach growing larger every time you or Hailey flinched.

Kim looked up and met his eyes and shook her head “No rape” she mouthed then squatted down next to Hailey while Gwen was squatted next to you. That took one horror off the table but the physical proof was still there.

The ride back to Med Jay was close enough to the ambulance Kim had called with a message from Emily of “Get off my ass Halstead” 

Mouse and he both refused to let you and Hailey out of their sights. It didn’t feel like you were safe. Not yet.

The hospital had already been called. Maggie, Nat and April were waiting to be in charge of yours and Hailey’s care and Goodwin had ensured you wouldn’t be separated from each other. That was all they could do for now.

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Once they got to Med they both rushed in behind the stretcher but were stopped outside of trauma which they knew would happen. “Stay here. I’ll update you” Maggie promised.

The door closed and they were left on one side while you and Hailey were hurt and terrified of even their touch on the other. They barely registered their teams or Will walking up. “How are they?” Will asked and Jay shook his head “I don’t know” “They couldn’t bring themselves to even let us touch them” Mouse added.

Voight tapped both of them on the shoulders and they cut their eyes at him “Can we talk?” “Here” Jay replied so Voight looked at the rest of the group and Will nodded “I’ll buy everyone a coffee”

Once it was just the three of them Jay looked at Voight “How big of a mess is this?” Voight shook his head “What mess? You were working a joint task force, took down a crime ring and rescued our detectives. Good job” then looked towards the room “They’ll come out on the other side, those two are strong” “They look so damn broken” Jay whispered and Voight shook his head “Nothing is stronger than a woman’s will”

A few hours passed before their teams trickled out, telling them to call if they needed anything. The two didn’t move. You and Hailey got transferred to a private room together but had been sedated to allow for your bodies to rest so they simply followed the two of you to the private room.

It wasn’t until about six the next morning that Maggie approached them “Jay, Mouse” they glanced up from the seats they were sitting in and she held up two bags and pointed behind her to Voight and Adam “I have clothes for you two. You’re covered in blood and scaring the hell out of everyone in my hospital. Please let Hank and Adam watch over them for a few minutes and clean up”

They nodded slowly, standing to take the bags. “Don’t let anyone but Maggie, Nat or April in” Jay told them and Adam nodded “Believe me, I’m listening to you two. No offense but you both kinda scare me now” Mouse shrugged “Don’t mess with the two in that room or Addy and you have nothing to worry about”

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They were almost back to the room when Jay’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and saw it was Stella. They’d called to let her know they’d got you back. He stopped and motioned for Mouse to get closer before answering “Hey Stel, what’s up?”

He could tell she’d been crying even if she was trying to make her voice sound cheerful “Hey Jay, is there any way I can video call you and Mou so little Miss can be assured that you two are ok and making sure mommy and Hayhay are getting their booboos checked?” 

Mouse nodded so Jay said “Yeah, I’ll hang up” he hung up and half a second later the video call alert came through. Him and Mouse locked eyes and took a deep breath before he swiped to answer it. Stella and Kevin’s face was first in the screen “Hey Jay” Stella greeted and he nodded “Hey Stel”

Kelly came walking up to the couch behind her with Addy and sat her down in Stella’s lap. Addy smiled big when she saw him “Hey daddy!”  “Hey baby” He greeted then turned the screen so she could see Mouse too and she giggled “Hey Mou!” “Hey sweetheart” Mouse greeted.

Both men were working to keep their emotions in check and that proved to be a feat when she asked “Where’s mommy and hayhay?” Mouse swallowed hard then said “They’re asleep sweet girl. They were tired” she nodded “I stay with Aunt Stel and Uncle Kelly till mommy and hayhay not hurt?” 

Jay nodded “Yeah baby, you’re gonna get to stay with Aunt Stel and Uncle Kelly. Daddy loves you so much. So does Mommy and Hayhay” “And Mou”  Mouse added and Jay smiled, tears in his eyes that he blinked away “And Mou” 

She nodded “Kay daddy. Love you! Love you Mou” then shoved the phone at Stella and wiggled down to go chase Kelly. Stella watched her then looked back at the screen, tears in her eyes “She’s ok, we got babygirl. You two get our girls healed up,you got me?” they nodded and she cut her eyes at Jay who shook his head “We’re good Stella” she smiled “I love you two idiots. I hope you both know that” they nodded “We do. Take care of Addy” after she hung up they headed back to their posts outside of yours and Hailey’s room.

You were semi conscious. Nat was giving you both pretty strong sedatives to combat panic attacks but Maggie had let you stay together. You reached out and could brush your hand against Hailey’s your beds were close enough. 

You knew without looking that Mouse and Jay would be right outside of the door but you both couldn’t do that yet. It was too much, too soon. Hailey called your name lightly and you turned your head to look in her direction, she was already looking at you “Told you we’d make it out together” you smiled slightly “Now we have to face it together” she reached out for your hand and you slipped yours into hers, she squeezed yours lightly considering neither of you had a lot of strength at the moment. “For now, let’s just go to sleep” she whispered and you smiled “Deal” 

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[jaydenism]

been thinking about this bug a lot recently...

i want a big kanade arc pls pls pls 🙏 its her turn to go through the horrors ♡

long kanade ramble ahead!!

i think that savior complex of hers is gonna send her crashing down. hard.

we haven't gotten any huge kanade focus events yet, or anything that really progresses her story or builds her character in a significant way, but im really looking forward to see what they have in store for her character arc. im hoping kana5 will stir the pot a bit and get the plot moving.

i feel like overall shes been really mysterious and strangely without much going on, and at first i thought she was a little boring even... but i think that's by design. she doesn't open up about herself much, and generally appears to be pretty put together, maybe aside from her poor self-care. she doesn't talk about many of her own problems, because she doesn't want to have the others worry for her, when her problems are "insignificant" compared to the others, as she says. i think the lack of progression in her story also fools the audience into believing she has her shit together. ena has had her fair share of struggles. mafuyu had her big arc, but shes also been trying to find herself since the beginning. mizuki just went through hell and finally fell apart after the long-lasting growing tension in her story. but kanade? she's been stagnant. unchanging. it makes it easy for her to be overlooked. but that's exactly what she wants-- to not weigh the others down, and to be their support. but she can't keep that up forever. so yes, i admit i wasn't super interested in her character before, but I've now realized that's because they've hardly even started her story yet. as one of my oomfs said, she was always going to be the last wall to fall.

when reading the story at first, kanade has a lot of warning signs you might glance over. ive only recently started to see them more, like just in passing comments here and there that are REALLY concerning and unhealthy. i mean the most obvious sign is that she barely gives herself time to eat or sleep of course, but the more you pay attention to the subtle things, the more apparent it becomes that she's got some serious shit she needs to unpack, or she may just end up crumpling under the weight of it all. i think her undoing has the potential to be huge. catastrophic even. i really wonder what the writers are planning for her, but all this waiting leads me to believe they could have something big planned. like okay, looking back to the card i drew from, the bloomfes kanade card, shes got some wild shit going on... there is nothing normal about that !!!

i also posted abt this on bluesky, but reiterating it here, i felt like her newest card for her mixed focus event kinda seemed like foreshadowing... specifically because of the niigo colored star charms. mizuki and ena's charms are together, facing each other (yippeeeee), but mafuyu's charm faces kanade's, who's charm is not facing hers. mizuenas charms also seem to glow in the light, while kanamafus dont reflect as much light. could just be coincidence, but i know they love hinting and foreshadowing with card details like this. and overall, kanade's expression is unreadable, like a still, empty doll. the card has a bit of a melancholic feel, to me at least. im not sure how soon the next niigo event will be, but it's gotta be a kanade focus, unless they pull a saki. i dont think its the biggest leap to suggest this could be some foreshadowing for the next event.

but anyway, i think kana5 will start building up the tension at least, maybe entering a kanade arc even. i need to see her snap pls pls pls pls pls

if you read all that,,, wow thanks, u get a star ☆ :)) also lemme know ur thoughts and if im off base about anything

[rottenpumpkin13]

Hi i really liked your genesis headcanons can you do relationship headcanons for seph and ang, thanks btw

Not sure if you came from that post, but I made one for Genesis a while ago in case you want to read it! Here's the link.

Dating Sephiroth

• Completely inexperienced in relationships and romantic feelings in general, initially suppresses his own emotions out of habit, but eventually caves for his person. He treats dating like research at first, reading extensively and trying to understand the "proper protocols" for courting someone (he's so sweet)

• Takes time to open up due to his isolated upbringing, but when he does, he forms an intense, almost obsessive attachment to his partner (i n t e n s e)

• Struggles to express emotions verbally but shows his love through unwavering loyalty and dedication. Will move mountains for his partner if needed. His partner is sick? There goes Sephiroth concocting medicine from scratch bc he doesn't trust Shinra. Partner is hungry? Sephiroth in the kitchen trying his best to make them their favorite food before giving up and ordering out. Partner is cold? There goes Sephiroth's coat and his partner's personal space because now they're bundled in his leather while being squished by a giant kitty.

• Very touch-starved but doesn't know how to initiate physical affection in the beginning. Melts completely when his partner casually touches him or plays with his hair. When he and his partner grow comfortable with each other, Sephiroth absolutely will drape himself over them like a cat, ask for cuddles, and use them as a human plushie.

• Protective to an extreme degree. Has to consciously work on not shadowing his partner everywhere or eliminating perceived threats before they even manifest….like the mailman. Experiences jealousy intensely but internalizes it rather than acting out. Needs frequent reassurance that his partner won't abandon him ;-;

• During fights, he tends to shut down emotionally, not knowing how to handle conflict in relationships. He needs a patient partner willing to help him work through his feelings and to be there to hug and tell him he's still loved.

• Cherishes quiet domestic moments he never had before; simple things like sharing meals or reading together mean the world to him.

• Extremely observant of his partner's needs and preferences. Will remember every little detail about them and use that knowledge to make them happy. That candy their partner mentioned liking in passing? There's now boxes of it in their pantry and Sephiroth bought a monthly subscription to it.

Dating Angeal

• Takes relationships seriously, okay? The man dates for marriage and a life partner, not for a casual fling. And he believes in building a foundation of trust, respect, and understanding before pursuing anything romantic.

• Very traditional in his approach to courting and is a complete gentleman. Will absolutely ask for permission to court his partner properly and plans thoughtful, wholesome dates like picnics, hiking, or cooking together.

• Shows his love through acts of service and protection. Will make sure his partner is well-fed, safe, and cared for. Grows herbs and vegetables specifically for cooking their favorite meals and/or making healthy versions of their favorite junk food. Food is his love language, and there's nothing that makes him happier than cooking for his partner.

• Tender and gentle in private, to an extreme degree. Babies the hell out of his partner and loves quiet moments where he can hold them, talk to them, and care for them.

• Gets adorably flustered by open displays of affection but secretly loves when his partner is demonstrative with their love. Will turn bright red if they so much as hold his hand in public. Yet he casually wraps his arms around their waist when they're out to send a message to the world lol.

• Very protective but not possessive. He trusts his partner completely and respects their independence. His protectiveness comes from a place of genuine care rather than jealousy. But that's not to say Angeal won't break someone's teeth in for trying to get with his partner.

• He's the voice of reason during arguments who tries to resolve things calmly through communication.

[tiredandoptimistic]

Just watched season thirteen for the first time in a while, and the thing that's sticking out to me is how Church's final transmission acts as such a perfect foil to his disappearance at the end of season ten. Previously he'd left on his mission without saying goodbye (because if you don't say goodbye you're not really gone), and while that's kinda symbolically beautiful when you think about Tex and Allison, it was also a deeply fucked thing to do to his friends. All throughout season eleven the Blues were tearing themselves apart in his absence. Church and Tucker lost their best friend and Wash was suddenly expected to take his place as leader; it was terrible for everyone. When they found him in season twelve he was all up on his high horse about a greater purpose when that wasn't even the fucking problem! They were all willing to let Church go do his thing, but because he didn't tell them about it or let them into the discussion, he basically abandoned them with no idea of what happened to him. He wasn't really gone because they were all haunted by the place he should be.

In season thirteen though, Church learns from his mistakes. He's backed into a corner where he genuinely isn't able to include his friends in the discussion, but he still finds a way to leave them a message. It's not a goodbye, but it's something to give them a little closure, something that will let them finally move on without him.

Allison always hated goodbyes, and because she never gave her family that closure, the Director refused to accept that she could really be gone. He kept finding ways to undo that ending for her (because it had never felt like an ending to him), and even when Epsilon finally did let her go and accept that goodbye or no she is gone, he still passed that burden on to his friends. Suddenly he was the one gone without a trace, and even if the Blues weren't desperate enough to try and bring him back, they were still left with the awful mystery of what happened to him. Not anymore though. After all that time, he was able to be a little honest and admit to himself and his friends that sometimes people are gonna go away for good, and it's better to accept that then to fight yourself to death trying to prevent it.

It's really late but I love this show so fucking much and it just gets better the more I watch it.

[yanderes-galore]

may i request a yandere platonic duo Monkey king and Mk with a female darling thas been kidnapped and wont talk to them AT ALL.  darlings not scared , she just doing this out of spite and anger due to the fact that they took everything away from her hcs please

Sure! I'll see what ideas I can come up with for this :) A couple sections use female pronouns but it's never really focused in this since I'm so used to GN nowadays.

Yandere! Platonic! Sun Wukong + MK with Defiant! Darling

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced companionship.

The two wouldn't understand why you insist on neglecting them.

They've always been your friends, right?

Knowing them and the fact they're teacher and student, I can see them having similar motives for a shared obsession.

They're both heroes who have seen how bad the world can get.

Considering Wukong's yandere behavior, it would make sense if he passed it down to MK.

Both of them do what they do to "protect" their obsession.

Doesn't matter what it takes as long as you're safe, right?

Unfortunately... Both of them decided keeping you at Flower Fruit Mountain was the best action to keep you safe.

It was no doubt Wukong's idea.

This is yet another case of two traumatized heroes being scared of losing you.

I imagine they do know why you're ignoring them, but refuse to see what they're doing as wrong.

They're trying to help keep you safe, yet they're obviously not keeping you happy.

Wukong seems like he'd give you space.

After all, they tricked a human woman to come to the mountain then trapped her here....

Protection or not, Wukong must have at least a little self awareness to know you're scared.

MK, on the other hand, is more insistent on you talking to him.

You two have been friends for a while....

He views you like a sister almost and is incredibly upset that you won't even acknowledge him.

Are you just going to ignore the years you've known him?

Ironically you feel the same way, for different reasons.

You never thought two heroes, ones that were your friends, would kidnap you like some damsel in distress.

It pisses you off, rightfully so.

The silent treatment is probably the most tame thing you could've done.

Yet it still makes MK anxious all the same....

MK may actually ask Wukong if what they're doing is the "right thing for her?"

Wukong would probably encourage MK, claiming you'd be safer here in the more peaceful environment of the mountain.

After all, MK most likely came to Wukong after experiencing fears of losing you.

This was no doubt after LBD and learning he's also a monkey demon....

Wukong, in response, manipulates MK into manipulating you.

The monkey king has similar fears to MK when it comes to losing those he loves.

Wukong is also attached to you, which would drive him to convince MK of this whole plan.

Your feelings are justified, extremely justified.

Yet the two act like they aren't.

Why would you punish them for doing something good for you?

They're both delusional, no doubt about it honestly.

Isolation is selfish and doesn't protect you.

Wukong tries to be accommodating, letting you roam with supervision and offering gifts or games.

MK is clingy with you, incredibly clingy.

He's begging you to forgive him, to pay attention to him.

He easily cracks over the silent treatment, practically having tears in his eyes as he wraps around your arm.

You merely stare at the wall, glaring when they try to talk to you.

They really did take everything.

Your friends, family, home....

Now you're stuck on this damn mountain with them and a bunch of monkeys.

When they first brought you here, you believed them when they said there was some sort of danger.

Now, probably months later, you don't believe that story.

You feel betrayed and irritated.

You know there's no way for you to get back home without powers like Wukong or MK.

Not unless you enjoy going through hazards that might outright kill you, which you know they'll never allow.

So, instead, being quiet and never speaking is your best method of defiance.

While you might be winning over MK, Wukong doesn't seem affected.

Wukong plans to keep you protected, he knows MK wants the same thing too.

It may be tough... but you'll break eventually.

Soon you'll realize you need them at some point...

Once you do, they'll accept you with open arms when you accept them... then you'll be safe, happy, and all theirs.

[rustyarcade]

Fishbride hcs? 👀👉👈

The long awaited……

Fishbride Headcanons!

Nina fell first, but Bride fell harder

Both of them tried really hard to suppress their feelings for each other. The Bride suppressed since her last long term love related fiasco (she had several hookups/situationships throughout the years). Nina suppressed since she didn’t know the first thing about being in a relationship and any love related attempt quickly went south.

Bride had confessed about her feelings to Phosphorus who constantly teased her about it. Everytime Nina passed by, he’d elbow Bride playfully and try to be her wing man (which she did not appreciate)

“Hey Nina, cute shirt, is it new?” “It’s the same prison shirt I always wear?” “Yeah well Bride said that you looked really good in it, huh Bride? “I’m gonna kick your ass so hard your flames are going to extinguish.”

Nina told her feelings about the Bride to G.I. Robot who unfortunately/accidentally told the Bride all about it.

“Hello, commander! I was just discussing with Nina about new strategies and tactics to kill Nazi enemies! But she did not seem to have much interest in our conversation. All she could speak about was how lovely you are and how she cares for you deeply. Even more than a friend. I find it quite queer that someone could be so disinterested in slaughtering Nazis. I hate to suggest the notion, but do you suppose… she could be on their side?”

Bride confronted Nina about this and she was the first to admit her feelings. She was a nervous wreck throughout it.

Bride very nonchalantly replied to Nina that she had been feeling the same way about her.

Their first “I love you”’s and kiss were on a mission.

It seems as if the battle that was set before them could have been their last ones so they stayed very close the night before. Bride opted to sleep on a cot next to Nina’s bath bed.

After they said their goodnight, Nina softly whispered “I love you” while quietly sobbing. The Bride sat up and Nina did the same instinctively.

The Bride reached her hand towards Nina’s wet face and pulled her in for a gentle longing kiss.

Also Bride likes to sneak Nina out so they can go on dates during their downtimes on missions. Nina always protests, but ends up having a wonderful time.

Bride also likes to kiss Nina’s helmet when she’s wearing it even though Nina finds it silly to do so.

As I mentioned before, Bride is incredibly protective of Nina (especially since her “incident”). Nina will tell her to lay off every now and then, but she does admit she loves all the attention she gives her.

Bride calls Nina “babe”, “my Nina”, or “cariño”.

Nina calls Bride “love” or “my Bride”.

And ofc, “fish” and “softie”

They don’t use pet names very often, especially not in public. They’re usually reserved for private more tender moments.

Bride’s love language is acts of service, gift giving, and words of affirmation.

Nina’s love language is quality time and gift giving.

Bride and Nina eventually were able to bunk together.

Nina secretly longs for a domestic life with the Bride… but she knows she’ll probably never get it due to their circumstances. But she daydreams about it constantly. Living together, filing their taxes together, marrying each other, having a family…

Bride hadn’t felt this kind of love in decades and Nina is excited yet anxious to jump into this kind of love for the first time with someone she cares about so much :’(

So I’m a big fankid fan and I like the idea of them having their own biological kids somehow, but in my personal headcanons, they “adopt” a monster kid

Basically she’s a little gargoyle girl that’s like 6-7 years old that they rescue from a mission. (if you’re interested in learning more abt her, pls lmk cuz I wanna share her so bad)

Part 2? 👀 You let me know! And don’t be afraid to share your headcanons too!

[okonogikonomi]

lithium.

i wanna stay in love with my sorrow.

Kn8 + depressed!reader.

feelin a little down today myself

Kafka Hibino has dealt with depression before. Hell, before joining the Defense Force, he wasn't doing so hot himself. So he understands and relates to what you're going through, even if he's baffled by why someone as kind as you would have so much self hate. He takes very good care of you, in all contexts and all the time, but especially when you're having a down day, he's very gentle with you. However, if you get too down on yourself, he may argue with you and try to convince you of your worth. He's kind of afraid that one of you won't be able to cope anymore one day.

Mina Ashiro has never exactly been depressed, but is an empathetic person. She sees how hurt you are and it hurts her, too. Lots of cuddles and she pushes you to work out with her, which helps. She thinks of the two of you as partners in everything--crime, life, love, everything--so if you're suffering, she'll be right there with you. She's a good shoulder to cry on. Isn't as arguments as Kafka, but will gently reprimand you if you say something really awful about yourself. She's the type who will listen and hold you, but not try to "fix" anything if you don't want her to. Will give you space if needed, and while she worries, she has faith that you'll make it through your tougher days.

Reno Ichikawa was a pretty gloomy kid, and his grandmother may have had some chronic depression after their family's passing. He's unsure about this, but your symptoms sure are familiar to him as someone who heard his grandma cry herself to sleep every night. Because of this he's really worried and protective. You get into some heated arguments and might even be on-again-off-again because he gets so upset when you badmouth yourself. At the very least, he'd never let you cry yourself to sleep alone. If you needed to do so, he'd hold you the whole time until you were finally out.

Soshiro Hoshina probably has little to no experience with depression as a disease, but has his share of insecurities and such. Therefore he's able to empathize with you pretty easily. He's another one who would listen when you need to vent and do his best not to be the "fix it" guy, although he really does want to snap his fingers and make it go away. Some days are better than others, he'll be there for all of them. He'd beat up anyone who judged you or exacerbated your negative feelings. Pays for your therapy.

Iharu Furuhashi is so confused about why you're crying all of a sudden? He has 0 experience with this kind of thing, and it scares him when his partner has an issue he can't get rid of or fix. Still, he's supportive. He does a lot of research on depression in order to help you. Probably becomes very publicly affectionate, if you're alright with it, and talks you up a lot when you're not feeling like yourself. Yells at you to take your meds or hell bite!!

Gen Narumi has 0% understanding of mental illness and doesn't tend to be very empathetic as a person. So at first, he's dismissive of your feelings in a "why can't you just make it stop?" kind of way. As time goes on, though, he realizes you have little to no control over this. Once he figures that out, he makes tangible effort to Get It. Probably goes to Hasegawa for advice. He tries to spend time with you and take care of you best he can when you're unwell, but a lot of the time he feels like it's not enough. Probably out of everyone he'd be the most terrified of you not being able to keep going at some point.

Rin Shinonome has trouble understanding when you have bad days. She does her best to take care of you, but she feels flustered and unsure how to help. She'll probably ask you what she can do, and if you don't have an answer she'll kinda panic. Like, do you not want her help? She knows that's probably not it, but wonders sometimes. Isn't keen on leaving you alone, even if you request it.

[koolkidkook]

I’ll tell you what, the work really fucking pays off. After all the battles, all the struggle, taking the pain and alchemizing it to create a healthier, fulfilling lifestyle just for myself; it’s so worth it. Manifestation paired with healing is one of the best things everrrrrrr. You know that feeling when you realize you’re living one of your desired manifestations? 🥹(this emoji is so fucking funny) Got me like damnnnn it’s better than I imagined! That also being something I manifested! Almost everyday, I get a sudden rush of “oh this is actually happening” like my dreams are actually coming true. The past few months it’s been me cultivating and doing the work to heal, to make my visions come true and recently it’s been just confirmation after confirmation, there’s no doubt that I’m on my highest and desired timeline, how every dream no matter how wild (nothing is ever too crazy or too much, you can and will have it all) it is, it’s all now in my tangible space.

A few examples:

I wanted to go to the beach? Of course, and it happened at a five star hotel on a private beach in literal paradise (Krabi, Thailand)!

I wanted to travel, I ended up having the best vacation I’ve ever been on for almost two months ♥︎

I wanted more jewelry? Spent over 400 at Swarovski on pieces that I love, and was gifted a 14k golden ring from my mother that I always get compliments on.

I wanted to pick up sewing, so of course the day I go to buy my first sewing machine I meet my, now good friend, and sewing teacher who teaches me for free.

Literally who I am now is what I wanted to be last year. This all happened to me before I even truly believed this could happen to me because I practiced everyday.

Lastly, I wanted to sing in public. I didn’t know how it was gonna happen but I knew it was. At the hotel I previously mentioned, there was a live music day and I didn’t know it was happening until my family told me, so I thought, “this is my chance!” And yes, it was! I walked into the restaurant with good energy and the lead singer invited me to sing and dance with her!

All this to say, I really want you to know it’s real. This shit can happen, of course it can. So put in that work, love! In my experience, the most fulfilled you can go about this is to heal and find the healthiest and best things for you and only you. It can be hard but once you see little things you wanted start to roll in and then they gradually get bigger and bigger and before you even understand it, you’re living the life you’ve always wanted. With my whole heart, I believe in you. I’ve come to the point where this is just a no brainer, I am rooting for you and I can’t wait to see you get to that point too! I hope this post does not come across as egotistical because showing off is truly not what I am trying to portray. The universe does not care for what you want, it’s gives you your thoughts, words, and commitments. What are you committing to right now that is limiting you? Also, IF THE OPPORTUNITY OR EXPERIENCE HASN’T PASSED YET, DON’T ACT LIKE YOU CAN’T HAVE IT!! Everything given to the earth is specifically made for the beings on earth, of course you deserve it.

with love, koolkidkook (๑>◡<๑)♥︎

[thewoollyviking]

Wanted to take a point I made in a reblog chain and make it its own post because I feel it put to words something that’s been bothering me about SU and the Diamonds in particular.

The Diamonds did not actually mourn Rose for those thousands of years after the war. And trying to get us to sympathize with their grief while turning around to denounce Rose felt so incredibly tone deaf.

Let me explain a bit why I feel this way…

So, according to the art books, all four Diamonds are rough around 20,000 years old. To give you an idea how old that is compared to irl history…

There are figures early humans carved from mammoth ivory and spear tips carved from flint that were made when the bottom of the North Sea was still a mammoth steppe in Doggerland.

Subtract the time Rose spent on Earth after the war (give or take a few centuries) and assuming the craptastic treatment she endured under the Diamonds has pretty much been the norm for all that time, and she had been abused for roughly 10-12,000 years.

Rose’s abuse predates agriculture and written language.

I. Do not. Give. A single. Chicken. Fried. Fuck. How sad or sorry the Diamonds think they were after losing Rose.

Oooooh booo fucking hooo Blue sulked in the middle of a human zoo Rose never even wanted in the first place.

Yellow knew Rose wanted to spare Earth and apparently thought the best way to honor her memory was to blow it the fuck up.

And White’s first action seeing “Pink” return was to send a mind controlled version of her original Pearl to greet her as a power move. To remind her what happens when she doesn’t control her power.

They didn’t mourn Rose. They mourned the person they wanted her to be.

I struggle to think of any other example of behavior both in the show or just in fiction altogether that’s this self destructive, self righteous, and self entitled.

This wasn’t morning, this was a 5,750 year long temper tantrum from the three of them.

And that’s made all the more clear once they realized Steven isn’t Rose.

Barely a few years after the end of season five and they seem completely unphased by the revelation that Rose really, truly is gone. And that her passing was not the act of some rogue gem, but their own abusive behavior chasing her away and being haunted by personal demons they inflicted on her.

Nope, their only goal now is getting Steven to take her place and live with them.

“Aww Pink’s gone? Gee that sucks. Welp, time to find a new pink!”

Suddenly now that they don’t have some villain to blame for their misfortune, they’re all too happy to sweep it under the rug.

Fuck dude, some people mourn Healthcare CEOs more than the Diamonds actually mourned Rose.

And yet the Diamonds get that nice fairy tale happy ending where they can be quirky space grandmas who think what they’re doing will ever hope to make up for the suffering they caused.

Meanwhile, Rose’s own loved ones feel like they have to apologize for daring to mention her in a positive light and worry they’re making excuses for her.

The Diamonds have been the instigators who made everything worse without fail. They’re the reason Rose came out as such a broken fucking person and yet we’re asked to pass more judgement on her for not being enough of a perfect fucking princess to solve things Steven’s way?

Rose spent her entire goddamn life clawing her way out of that pit of misery but we’re supposed to scoff at her for getting mud on her dress along the way?

What the fuck was the point in showing that Rose spent that lifetime trying to be better to just end it with “maybe her family would be better off if they just stopped thinking about her altogether.”

I still love this show. But I cannot and will not ever be able to rewatch Future.

The Diamonds are a gaggle of entitled, selfish, miserable, wretched hags. All of the grief they endured was entirely their own damn fault and they only have themselves to blame. They do not deserve a single fucking shred of sympathy. Especially not if the show wanted to end with leaving their most notable victim on such a bitter, hateful note.

[sualne]

Old and new gifts.

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