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[thebumblecee]

[thisismyworldyeah]

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[writingoddess1125]

Call Me Sir

Mihawk X Reader

A mildly spicy peice! If people want I can make a Pt. 2 full full blow SPICY scenes. Enjoy!

Warnings: Sexual themes, strip teasing

It was a rather stormy night, perfect for a nice cozy evening in. Laid up in a massive bed wearing your comfiest oversized sleep shirt (cough stolen from your husband cough), a cup of hot tea on the nightstand as you snuggled in the blankets with a good book a single bedside candle lighting the room. While it was typically lonely here on Kuraigana Island, but you never minded. It was your home and one you shared with your lovely husband.

You had been married to Mihawk for many years, truthfully you were one of the reasons he became a warlord was to keep you safe. He never wanted what he choose to do as a living put you in danger, it was just one of the many things he had done and continues to do to show his love and dedication to you.

As you laid there reading, you picked up the sound of footsteps. Smiling as you knew immediately it was Mihawk. He made it a habit of stomping a little bit so you could hear him coming- after nearly giving you a heart attack a few times when he just randomly appeared behind you. Right on cue the bedroom door opened and he stepped in, Looking to you briefly before removing his hat and coat.

"Welcome home Honey" You smile sweetly at him, getting up tk greet him. He bent down gently for you to place a gentle kiss to his lips which he quite greedily returned which earned a giggle from you.

"I take it you misses me?" You teased, Peppering his lips with more kisses. His eyes locking onto you as he accepted every kiss.

"Very much" He mumbled, watching you as you slipped from his grasp to put his had and coat away. Taking his sword from him as well to place it in its rightful spot next to his side of the bed. He always found it amusing to watch you do this- He had always voiced he was content in placing his things away however you insisted- The sword that was taller then you and sharp you managed to just barely pick up, Sporting a little wobble at its weight as well. However always impressed how you never managed to cut yourself on it either.

"There!" You chirp as you set the sword down and look back at the Warlord as he sat on the ended of the bed. Peeling off his boots and setting them aside before finding you again with his gaze.

"How was everything? Same as usual?" He nodded, never caring to share in the carnage he did on a daily basis. Instead gesturing for you to come forward, obediently you did and he wrapped his arms around your waist and nestled his in the crook of your neck. Humming softly as you take it upon yourself to run your hands through his spiky locks.

"Here I'll get dinner started for you, im sure your hungry" You said ready to walk off but Mihawk doesn't release his hold on your waist. Instead tightening it ever so slightly.

"I have something for you" He mumbled against your neck, Making you raise a brow. Mihawk did like to spoil you, always liking to bring something back. Typically a nice book, or pretty jewelry for you. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small black paper package wrapped carefully with red thread. He releases you enough to hand you the gift. Smiling as you carefully open the wrapped gift- Unfolding the wrapping paper to see a neatly folded fabric.

You gently hold up the fabric a blush starting to crawl over your cheeks. It was a black shear babydoll lingerie top, Small red bow accents decorating the lace getup, as well as the completely open back and incredible short 'skirt' paired with black lace stockings that had the same accents. You met your husband's eyes and could see him watching your face closely, A hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Can I try it on?" You ask a bit playfully, Still blushing as you hold the clothing item. He nods getting comforble in his seated position. You step back ready to go change behind the changing wall but hear him give what could only be described as a tsk of disapproval.

"No.. Right here" He said calmly, a look that was the closest to amusement he got played on his face. Watching your cheeks grow red at the instructions laid before you. Nodding softly as you slip off the large night shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in your panties before your husband as you slowly pulled them down, feeling his yellow eyed watch your every move. You slip on the stockings first feeling the fine fabric tickle your flesh as you straighten them out, You couldn't help but feel arousal at this. Especially with how Mihawk's seemed to be eating up your appearance- Finally the top, being pulled over your frame with great care. It was smaller then normal, the fabric too tight over your chest and not even bothering to fully hide your nipples.

You couldn't help but blush- noting that the matching lace panties that would typically be with a set like this was strangely missing.

His eyes racked over your form, Like he was savoring every bit of you before devouring you heart and soul- He reached forward, his long fingers running down your arm till he grasp your hand carefully. Pulling you closer to him and smirking at the sight of your flustered face.

"Give me a turn" He said lowly, his eyes shining with what could only be described as delight. Still holding your hand as he assisted in giving a little twirl, Watching the lace of the black lingerie flare up revealing your thighs and ass.

"Beautiful" He praised, making another wave of warmth wash through you. As if knowing how to make every part of you ache he let his fingers run up and down your form.

"T-Thank you Drac-"

"Sir.. Call me Sir" He cut you off his voice practically a purr, your face probably as red as a tomato at this point. Feeling a wave of warmth flutter over your body as you nodded at his command, Having to press your legs together in fear of falling to your knees and making a fool of yourself.

"Thank you Sir~" You say softly, earning a approving grunt from the Warlord. His hand travels down to your thigh wrapping around the soft flesh as his other hand grabs your hip. Guiding you to his lap, one hand still on your thigh giving a teasing squeeze which squeaked a moan out past your lips.

Mihawk smirked in approval as his lips quickly found yours, his lips having a sense of gentle urgency. As their lips met you could feel that heat blooming even more, settling in your core like fire being lit inside of you. His hands climbing up to cup her ass and giving a hard squeeze, a moan being pulled from you which he greedily swallowed. Pulling away briefly to give hungry kisses down your neck, You body responding and arching in direction of his lips.

"I hope you're ready my Love, I've been thinking of this for weeks~" He growled out as he playfully bit your chest. His eyes glowing in the dimming bedroom as he stared at your face waiting for a reply. You couldnt help but smile, flushed with lust and Purring back.

"Yes Sir~"

[littlespoonevan]

Several Sentence Sunday

thank you @capseycartwright for tagging me!!! like you, and everyone else, i have been completely captured by 7x04 brainrot and the ten million potential storylines we can take from it. so here is a lil snippet of a fic idea i made a post about earlier 🩷💜💙:

“I think Maddie might’ve tried to set me up with her friend, Josh, once,” he says before furrowing his brow. “Or- not set me up? I’m pretty sure she said he could do better than me. Which- rude.” “Extremely rude,” Tommy agrees obediently. “And uh, there was this moment when we were down in Texas for the wild fire a few years ago,” he continues. “This guy TK I worked with- I said we should hang out if he was ever in LA and he thought I was flirting with him.” “Were you?” “Maybe?” he says. “I have no idea but he certainly took it that way. He said thanks but that he had a boyfriend.” “Okay so, a high school crush,” Tommy starts, ticking the examples off on his fingers. “A maybe set up from your sister and one guy who thought you were flirting like, three years ago. Is that it?” Buck frowns, trying to think, because he knows there has to be more. Unbidden, a memory flashes in his head and he huffs a laugh. “There was one time this, uh, Christmas elf? Thought Eddie and I were married. Like we took Christopher to see Santa and she told me we had a beautiful family.” Something inscrutable passes across Tommy’s face but it’s gone in an instant. “Yeah? What’d you say?” “I-“ “Here we are!” the perky waiter interrupts Buck’s answer, looking expectantly between the two of them. “Who ordered the steak?”

tagging @mellaithwen @homerforsure @bucktommys @buckactuallys @hattalove @renecdote @finduilasclln @sibylsleaves and anyone else who's got something they'd like to share!! 🌼🌼

[butchreyes]

@carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes and @heartstringsduet tagged me in seven sentence sunday.... how about the whole thing instead?

jet-setters / 3.9k / rated e

carlos and tk take their second honeymoon, and tk is a spoiled brat (affectionate).

Carlos tips his head against the edge of the jacuzzi, his eyes closed against the late afternoon sun, warm water lapping at his neck. He’d only meant to take a quick soak, something to soothe his muscles after a long day of hiking. But the tub has a certain hypnotic effect— the low rumble of jets are like white noise, lulling him halfway to sleep. He’d been happy to indulge TK with this vacation after their dud of a honeymoon, which Carlos spent sitting by the pool in monastic silence, pinned by the weight of his recent loss. TK had been patient with him then, for the most part. He tended to Carlos like a wounded bird; bringing him drinks garnished with huge pieces of fruit, poking him occasionally to test his reactions. This was probably all just as much for TK’s entertainment as it was for Carlos’s own good. Still, Carlos felt he owed his husband a do-over.  They picked up a few brochures featuring local attractions in the resort lobby, and have been steadily crossing them off since their arrival: guided tours of ancient ruins, marketplaces where the locals charge exuberantly for woven bracelets and colorful rocks that supposedly possess healing powers. The novelty of it all delights TK, and Carlos has been following his lead— the doting, obedient husband, his fanny pack stuffed with sunscreen and bottled water, haggling with vendors over whatever cheap souvenirs TK points at. All the while, TK keeps looking at him with that hopeful smile of his, trying to gauge whether Carlos is still having fun. Of course he’s having fun, Carlos tells him— he always has fun with TK. But they could have fun anywhere. They could have fun back home in Austin. Carlos would much rather take advantage of all the things they don’t have at home: breakfast brought right to their door, rose petals on fresh linens he doesn’t have to wash himself, a private patio with a jacuzzi long enough to span the full length of his body. He stretches his legs and lets his feet float to he surface, toes poking out into fresh, cool air. It’s nice enough, he thinks, just to float here. Surrounded by warmth; unburdened by the weight of his body, the sound of his thoughts. It’s almost meditative.

read the rest on ao3

tags under cut!

@paperstorm @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo

@mooshkat @carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

[ironheartwriter]

The Trade-Off

After adopting Lizzie the Australian Shepherd, turning their family of three into a family of four, TK and Carlos work out an agreement that Lizzie will go with TK to the firehouse during the day, and when TK has his twenty-fours, Carlos will pick her up to spend the night at home. But the trade off between them isn't always so quick.

Hi, hello, yes. This falls somewhere in the universe that me and @emsprovisions have apparently created post-canon, in which TK and Carlos have adopted an adorable Australian Shepherd named Lizzie. You can also find her here in an earlier drabble that Emily wrote.

Rating: T (mild touchy husband shenanigans, but nothing too explicit). Enjoy!

TK hovers somewhere between falling asleep and staying awake, his eyes closed, but completely aware of the sounds around him, not that there are many sounds to focus on at that point of the night. The 126 Crew, currently working a 24, had called it a night an hour or so earlier, and the room was full of the sounds of the others sleeping; Judd’s chainsaw-like snores, Mateo’s soft mumbles in his sleep, the slow, even breathing of Nancy directly to his left. He knew all of these sounds well, after so many years with his crew.

He was just starting to tip a little further to the side of sleep, when his bed suddenly started shaking, a soft jingling sound coming from the foot of his bed. One eye opens just a slit to see Lizzie the Australian Shepherd scratching at her ear. TK watches her for a moment before patting the bed beside his head, quietly motioning for her to come to him. Without hesitation, Lizzie moves from the foot of the bed, sniffs his face for a moment, before licking him, her tail thumping against his stomach.

“Down, Lizzie,” TK breathes, barely able to stop himself from laughing as the dog continues her attack on his face, knowing that the dog will hear him, but hopefully nobody else in the room will. After a moment, Lizzie obeys, curling up against his stomach with a sigh, as though she too were exhausted from having a very long day, “Good girl.”

Once she settles, TK relaxes again, his fingers brushing over her long, soft fur as his eyes close again. The weight of her pressing up against him was comforting in a way that TK couldn’t actually describe. He’s in a bunk room full of people, but nothing is as comforting as the presence of his dog, the steady sound of her breathing inches from his ears. It feels like only moments later that something by his head starts to vibrate once, twice, thrice….

With a low grunt, TK forces his eyes open once again to see My Soulmate lit up against a background picture of him and Carlos at their wedding. The time at the top of his phone reads just after midnight. Rather than answer the call, TK silences it, Lizzie looking at him in an almost expectant way, before he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of her soft, furry head, and starts to get up.

He swings his legs over the side of his bed, grabbing the hoodie at the foot of his bed that Lizzie had been sleeping on earlier. He pulls it on, leaving the hood up, before clicking his tongue at the dog to get her to follow him, grabbing her leash from the nightstand as they go. Lizzie follows obediently, regardless, having been doing well with her off-leash training the few weeks prior.

Once out of the bunk room, his phone starts buzzing again, and this time TK answers it without even glancing at the screen, “I’m coming, baby,” He says, failing to stifle a yawn as he heads for the stairs down to the main level. “We’ll be there in a sec.”

“No problem,” Carlos responds, sounding much more awake than TK felt in those moments. The sound of Carlos’s voice eases something deep within TK’s core, and has him breathing a little easier as he pads barefoot across the concrete floors, between the fire trucks and ambulance.

A blast of cool air hits TK hard in the face as he opens the side entrance to the firehouse, a low hiss escaping his lips a moment before they’re claimed by a set of warm, soft lips, strong hands winding around his back and pulling him close by the front of his hoodie. For a moment, TK forgets everything; his name, where he is, what day it is, allowing himself to get lost in the feel of the solid body now pressed against his own, his fingers tangling in damp, familiar curls as the scent of his husband fills his lungs. He goes boneless, his knees damn near buckling, as he’s carefully walked back into the firehouse, the door, and the cool air, being firmly shut behind Carlos.

He's damn thankful that the rest of the firehouse is asleep as Lizzie’s tail suddenly thumps hard against his leg, the dog starting to pant excitedly as she too becomes aware of Carlos’s presence in the firehouse, standing up against Carlos’s leg. Too soon for TK’s liking, Carlos pulls back just enough so their foreheads can rest against one another’s for a moment.

“Hey,” TK breathes, his momentarily disconnected mind starting to remember how to function once again, though his fingers remain tangled in Carlos’s hair. He would happily stay lost in this moment with Carlos forever. Who cared that he was technically on the clock? The tones weren’t going off, and with any luck, they wouldn’t for a while.

“Hi,” Carlos’s answering smile has TK’s heart stuttering all over again, a moment before Carlos leans down to greet Lizzie as well, leaving TK alone on his unstable legs, “And hello to you too, sweet girl,” He all but coos to Lizzie as he ruffles her fur. “Have you been taking care of your dad today?”

Lizzie answers with a soft woof, as though she too understood that it was not time to be loud, no matter how rapidly she was shaking her tail, along with the rest of her body. TK feels his heart swell as he watches the two interact. The first few weeks TK had found himself wondering if Carlos would manage to bond with Lizzie as well, and he couldn’t be more overjoyed at the fact that they had. He knew Carlos had claimed that his intention was to get TK a dog, but in TK’s mind, his intention had been to get them a dog. By some miracle, his plan had worked.

Lizzie might spend the days at the firehouse with him, but when they got home, she very much split her time with both of them. And on nights like tonight, when TK was on his twenty-four, and Carlos got off late, Carlos always came by to get her so she could spend the night at home with him. It worked out for both of them, really; TK got to see Carlos, and Carlos got to see him and bring Lizzie home for a few hours.

“She’s been great,” TK nods, drawing Carlos’s attention back to him. Carlos smiles as he stands again, his gaze soft as he looks TK up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on his bare feet, TK already knowing what Carlos would say as soon as he could, “I’m not sleeping with socks on, babe. Don’t start with me.”

“Last I checked, you were awake,” Carlos quirks a brow at TK, the corners of his lips twitching as he fails to stop himself from smiling. “You were very,” He takes a step towards TK, and TK reflexively takes a step back, TK well aware of the fact that Carlos is now openly smirking at him, the asshole, “Very,” Another step forward, another step back, a low grunt escaping TK as his back comes in contact with the side of the 126 ambulance, “Awake.”

That’s all the warning TK gets before Carlos claims his lips again, licking into his mouth without any further hesitation, a hand against the ambulance on either side of TK, caging him in. TK’s mind snaps off once again in an instant as the taste of his husband dances across his tongue, Carlos’s hands pushing the hood of his sweatshirt down as his hands rest on either of his cheeks. His heart races, the leash dropping out of his hands with a clank as his fingers claw at Carlos’s back, wrenching up the back of his shirt so his fingers could slide against the smooth, burning plains of his husband’s back—

It's Carlos’s turn to hiss, his body shifting beneath the touch as though trying to escape it, but not actually wanting to put distance between the two of them, “And you’re going to tell me that you aren’t cold?” He murmurs against TK’s lips. “Your hands are freezing. I swear, TK, do you want to get sick or something?”

“And you’re warm,” TK points out, taking Carlos’s lower lip between his teeth before resting his fingers flat against Carlos’s back, causing his husband to shift closer to him, pressing him against the ambulance, as TK hoped he would, “More than warm enough to keep me warm too. But also, you know I’m on the clock and that tone can go off any second, right?”

“Oh please,” Carlos shakes his head before he tilts TK’s head to the side, pulls at his hood, and kisses TK’s neck, the paramedic shuddering as he feels Carlos’s teeth graze the sensitive column of his throat. “Like you wouldn’t drag me off to some dark corner or supply closet if I told you I was up for it. And you know I’m never going to apologize for taking a few minutes to remind my husband how much I miss him while I pick up our dog for the night.”

A low whine from Lizzie catches both of their attentions, Carlos lifting his head and TK’s eyes opening once again. Lizzie sits beside them, her tail sweeping across the concrete floor, the leash now in her mouth. A low chuckle escapes Carlos as he turns his attention back to TK, “I think our girl is ready to head home. And you really should try to go get some sleep too.”

“You expect me to go to sleep after you come in here sticking your tongue down my throat like that?” TK breathes, his eyes rolling so hard that they might get stuck at the audacity of Carlos in those moments. “God, you’re evil.”

“You love it,” Carlos winks at TK, giving him one final kiss to the forehead before pulling back. TK couldn’t argue that point with his husband even if he wanted to. He did love when Carlos left him breathless and weak in the knees, even if he didn’t finish the job. TK knows all too well that Carlos will make it up to him once they’re both home. He forces more air into his lungs as he watches Carlos bend for a moment to click Lizzie’s leash onto her collar, “Say good night to your dad, sweet girl. And remind him that he should put some socks on or something”

Lizzie half walks, half runs over to TK, who instantly kneels down and ruffles her fur before kissing the top of her head, ���Be good for your other dad, Lizzie. Make sure he gets some sleep.”

Lizzie woofs softly once again in response, as though she understands her task, before she trots back over to Carlos’s side and he takes her leash, winding it around his hand. Carlos is back in his space a moment later for one final kiss, TK’s hands resting lightly on either side of him, “Go,” TK pushes Carlos half-heartedly before either of them can get the idea to move this make out session elsewhere that might lead them to trouble. “Go home, eat something, and go to sleep. Maybe even try to sleep in tomorrow.”

“What’s the fun in sleeping in on my own?” Carlos asks, quirking a brow at the absurdity of it. “And since when do you give me orders?”

“Because,” TK hits Carlos with a smirk of his own, “I fully expect you to finish what you started once I’m off the clock, and you’re gonna need some of your stamina back for that.”

TK swears his heart swells further at the answering laugh from Carlos as he leans against the ambulance, watching the love of his life head home with the dog that brought them both so much joy that they hadn’t realized they needed.

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @strandnreyes, @paperstorm, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @heartstringsduet, @redshirt2, @bonheur-cafe, @orchidscript, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @three-drink-amy, and @kiwichaeng. Thank you.

I've enjoyed this Valentine's Day spiciness we've had going on today, so let me add some more. Random note in the margin of my draft is . . . anyway I can make this about Valentine's Day (answer - tbd, have to look at my timeline).

He's been craving Thai food all day, and wondering if he can talk TK into ordering tonight instead of cooking, marshaling his arguments in the elevator, and proactively caving on asking for them to make it spicy.  He can always add chili oil if he wants.  He’s halfway through, “Hey baby, wanna order in tonight,” when he sees TK.  Empirically TK isn’t doing anything particularly seductive.  He’s got his head bent while he fastens his watch.  But, he's wearing black jeans.  The ones that cling to his thighs and ass.  The ones that hug everything.  The ones that he wears when he wants to derail Carlos's entire train of thought. 

He stops, hand on the door, staring.  TK looks up at the sound.  "Hey baby."

He manages to focus long enough to close the door, stepping in to TK for a kiss.  "Hey."  The fabric of TK's shirt under his hands is soft and a little clingy, the kind of fabric that makes him want to pet at it, pet TK.  "You look nice."  He looks like sex.  "Did I forget something?  An anniversary?"

TK shakes his head, leaning up to bite lightly at the corner of Carlo's jaw.  "I thought maybe we could go out tonight."

He pulls away far enough to look down at TK, and wonders if he's been broadcasting something he hadn't intended for TK to pick up.  TK bites harder at the edge of his jaw and then soothes it with a kiss, and presses something into Carlos's hand.  "Been a while since we had fun."

He frowns at TK, playing catch up.  "You've been busy."

TK nods.  "I know.  And this weekend I cleared my calendar."  He leans in to nip at Carlos's ear, and he sucks in a sharp breath.  "I've missed you."  TK slides a hand down to where Carlos is still holding whatever TK handed him and opens his palm out flat and Carlos obediently looks down to see what he's holding.

He looks up at TK sharply.  It's the remote to a vibrating plug.  The one that TK is holding in his hand.  The one they haven't had time to play with in a while.  TK kisses his way up Carlos's neck, a kiss punctuating each word.  "Every.  Good.  Boy.  Deserves.  Fun."

He smirks, turning the remote over in his hand.  "And you've been good?"

TK looks up at him from under his lashes.  "So good."  He steps in closer, nudging a thigh between Carlos's.  "I thought you could put this in me, and then we could go out.  We could make out on the dance floor, make everyone jealous.  Then," he flexes his thigh into where Carlos is already half hard, "you can take me home and fuck me."

He dips his head, curving a hand around the back of TK's neck, licking along his collar bone where it's exposed by the loose collar of the shirt. "What if I can't wait that long?  What if I want to fuck you in the club?"  TK's breath hitches sharply.  "Push you up against a wall."  He runs a hand down TK's back to his ass, and then down, following the seam and pressing hard, just to hear TK moan.  "You'll be slick and open for me, a little desperate."  He pulls back enough to see where TK's biting his lips red.  "You're already a little desperate for me."

TK breathes out.  "Officer Reyes, I'm shocked.  Are you suggesting we commit acts of public indecency?"

He tightens his grip.  "Maybe you're enough to make a good man break his leash."

TK sways into him, and makes a discontented noise when Carlos's phone buzzes loudly.   He doesn't take his eyes off TK as he digs it out of his pocket and glances at the screen.  "It's Matt.  He's parking.  He has something he needs us to look at."

tagging @jesuisici33, @carlos-in-glasses, @guardian-angle22, @herefortarlos, and @lightningboltreader

[envyq00]

Your blorbos, tell me about them

Ok so here's something that's been eating at my brain that maybe you guys can actually help me out with. It's been causing me to rethink some things about my Stanley Parable AU.

So, I've been questioning whether or not the Narrator is aware of 432's existence. To be more specific, I have been debating whether or not he knows the specifics of 432's story in the office and their experimentation.

TSPUD spoilers below!!

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It's obvious that he doesn't know about the Timekeeper/432 becoming the fabric of the universe.

After the epilogue, when you visit the broken achievement that's been fixed by 432/the Timekeeper, Narrator freaks out, possibly bc he doesn't like the idea of being watched by some other force that he doesn't know about and is potentially stronger than he is.

And there's the theory about TK being the one who makes the door disappear during the Skip Button ending to be able to talk to Stanley alone. During the ending, Narrator has no idea what happened to the door nor how to create one. Which is pretty odd considering that we see him change the scenery before our very eyes. So maybe, something is keeping both Stanley and him inside.

Interestingly enough, another instance of Narrator being trapped in a room and separated from Stanley or the Player are the Real Person/Not Stanley ending and the Escape Pod ending. During both endings, there are some easter eggs alluding to 432 (You can also see 432's desk repeatedly while climbing the stairs to the escape pod. And the boxes of pencil sharpeners mailed to 432 in the docking bay disappear after you watch the instructional video in the Real Person ending.)

However, here's the thing.

Employee 432 is listed in the instruction manual for the IndieBox version of the Stanley Parable as a character but has no information. The Instruction Manual is written by the Narrator, right? So, he might not know that 432 became the Timekeeper but does he know about 432 as a character within The Story? Did he omit their information on purpose? Or did they insert themselves in the manual?

(Part of me doesn't think the latter is true bc according to Davey Wreden in a livestream, the team didn't intend for 432 and the Settings Person to be the same until way later into development. And the IndieBox version of TSP came out years before TSPUD was in development. And by that logic, maybe the idea that 432 is behind some of the original endings might not be onto anything either. Not sure.)

Idk. After doing some character writing for 432 myself, it definitely seems like they're a prime candidate to go through the story that Stanley is going through. Being experimented on, finding out that they're part of a sinister plot and maybe fighting to take it down.

I already planned to explore this in my AU but like what if, legit, 432 was Narrator's rough draft of Stanley? But he couldn't stand that they actually make meaningful choices for themselves? What if, unlike Stanley, they can speak? And the voice receiver in the Real Person ending is a remnant of that earlier draft of The Story?

This paper in particular says that 432 constantly questions authority or being told to do the most basic tasks. So maybe this caused them to have brushes against the Narrator?

Another recurring theme in this game that I've noticed is that the things that the Narrator creates often end up turning against him or just displease him. Specifically, the Adventure Line™ and the Skip Button come to mind. (It's also interesting to note how the Adventure Line™ leads the player/Stanley through the Employee 432 peer review hall sometimes during the Confusion ending, another ending where the Narrator loses control over the situation but not necessarily entirely bc of Stanley or the Player.) Maybe this is the case with 432 as well? Maybe, like with Stanley, the Narrator created 432 because he was lonely but they, with the will of their own, walked out on him? So he created a more obedient character that wouldn't leave him alone?

(However again, the reference to the original Half Life Mod in the Ultra Deluxe Games (Firewatch/Rocket League) Ending confuses me cuz the door is labeled 427 and everything GAHHH-)

Anyway, I just rambled for a long while but I sincerely want to hear what you guys think about this.

Maybe I'm just going in too deep with this and maybe the endings aren't connected at all and it's just a silly little game with different silly little endings. Maybe the angle I'm seeing everything at is skewed. I just wanna get some other perspectives on this.

In any case, it doesn't really change too much of my AU, maybe, but it does decide whether or not I want a scene in which 432 calls out the Narrator for writing them a tragic backstory for the sake of "character development".

[firetrucks-fastcars]

Taking Care of You (Prompt from ao3)

This was prompted a while ago on another fic (linked here) and I finally got around to finishing it

Prompt: So, can I prompt? We know Carlos can be super sweet but I also know he has a stricter side to himself as well. Could you write something about T.K. breaking a MAJOR rule (relapsing, putting himself in danger, etc) and Carlos punishes him? I wanna see his GRRRRR side lol

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TK knew he was in trouble. It wasn’t often that he found himself really, truly in trouble with Carlos; usually he was being playfully punished for sass or for leaving his clothes on the floor next to the hamper instead of putting them in. He was used to a few playful slaps to the bottom here and there as “punishment” but very few times had he done anything to warrant a full blown punishment. If he thought very hard about it, they’d started their arrangement a few weeks after their wedding and in the year since, he’d only gotten one serious spanking from Carlos for breaking a rule. This time however, he had done it. He’d really done it.

If he was being honest with himself, he had never meant for Carlos to find out. Truly, it didn’t seem that significant to him. Danger was an unfortunate side-effect of the jobs that they loved, and they each put themselves in danger every time they left the house for a shift. He had long since accepted that part of his work would include putting himself in harm’s way occasionally and Carlos had agreed. Even when creating their rules, (carefully laid out and compiled in a document that Carlos had then printed and put in a special folder in his desk drawer because he was a control freak) , they had make sure to specify that any dangerous act TK committed as a hazard of his job that was within his scope of practice did not count as breaking one of the rules they had agreed on as part of the contract. If Carlos spanked him every time he had to enter an unsafe structure or put himself in the way of a combative or unruly patient, he’d never be able to sit down again. So he hadn’t thought that him going into a burning building during his shift hadn’t seemed like pertinent information to reveal to his husband. After all, it was part of his job. Though as Nancy pointed out, not so much anymore since moving to the paramedic team. 

Unfortunately, she’d pointed this information out in front of Carlos during lunch, which is how TK found himself in this position. 

That position was on his knees at the end of their bed. He’d been there since he arrived home from his shift, though he really couldn’t tell how much time had passed. It felt like hours, but logically, it couldn't have been. The sun was still streaming in from the windows behind him, warming his shoulders and the back of his neck pleasantly. It was almost enough to distract him from the ache in his knees that had set in from kneeling on the polished concrete floors of the loft. Usually when they did this, Carlos offered him a pillow to make it more comfortable. That was when he was being nice, and since he got home, Carlos had been anything but nice. 

“Hey Baby. I’m home.”

Carlos was standing in their bedroom door, arms crossed over his chest, looking pissed.

“Go to our bedroom and kneel Tyler. Strip down to your underwear. When I’m ready to talk to you about what you did today, I’ll come to you. Until then, I want your eyes on the floor and I don’t want to hear a sound from you. You’re already in trouble so don’t be a brat. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Go.”

Carlos stepped aside, pointing into their room. TK brushed by him moving into the bedroom. He stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, putting them in the hamper. He didn’t want to test Carlos’ patience anymore than he already had and earn himself another spanking for something he could easily avoid. He kneeled carefully in front of the bed, ducking his head obediently to wait for Carlos. 

Finally, he heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. He kept his head down, fighting the urge to look up at Carlos as he entered the room and stood directly in front of TK. He kept his eyes on Carlos’s feet as he waited for him to speak, taking deep breaths to ground himself. 

“Look at me Tyler.”

TK lifted his head, eyes taking a minute to focus on the man standing over him. He could already feel himself floating toward sub-space and they’d barely done anything.

Carlos put his fingers under his chin and tilted TK’s head up further, “Stand up.”

It took him a minute to do so, legs wobbling like a baby deer as he got his feet under him and his legs straight. Carlos moved around to his side of the bed, sitting with his legs spread apart and dropped a pillow between his feet.

“Come here,” he instructed firmly.

TK went, moving to stand between his legs, keeping his eyes trained down even though Carlos hadn’t specifically instructed him to do so. 

“Kneel for me.”

Carlos’s voice was firm, but not mean. No matter how many times TK purposely got on his nerves or broke a rule, Carlos was never unkind to him. He was rock solid, unshakable and he never backed down from the rules he had set, but he also never took any sort of anger or aggression out on TK. Everything they did, it was for TK’s own good. Everything they did had been heavily discussed months ago. The kindness TK could still see behind Carlos’s eyes, despite the impending punishment made him comfortable falling to his knees. 

He was silently thankful that Carlos had put a pillow down for him this time and he showed his appreciation for it by kissing Carlos’s knee softly, even though he hadn’t been given permission to touch. 

Carlos ran a hand through his hair and gripped the strands tightly, using the leverage to tilt his head back, “Did I say you could touch?”

“No sir,” TK’s voice was rough and scratchy. It sounded like he had been swallowing rocks, his throat dry with disuse. He couldn’t quite get his eyes to focus on Carlos’s face, his thoughts felt like swimming through molasses. “I- I’m sorry.”

“You with me TK?” Carlos asked gently, loosening his grip and bringing the hand down to cup his cheek. “Can you give me a color sweet boy?”

“Green.”

“Good,” Carlos rolled his shoulders as if he was shrugging his dom persona back on like a jacket. “No touching during punishments, remember?”

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t do it again. You’ll earn yourself another spanking.”

“Yes sir,” he repeated. 

“Okay. Here’s what’s going to happen Tyler, I need you to listen carefully. Don’t speak, unless you are giving me a color or I ask you a question. You follow our rules, unless you want another spanking every night this week. Do you understand?”

Carlos waited for TK to nod his assent, then continued. “Tell me why I’m punishing you Tyler.”

“I broke our rules?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I broke our rules,” he repeated, more sure of himself this time.

“And what are those rules TK?”

“Don’t do anything dishonest, disobedient, dangerous, or disrespectful.”

“Which of those rules did you break by pulling that stunt on call today and then trying to hide it from me?”

“All of them.”

“That's right, all of them. Tell me how you broke them Tyler.”

“I disobeyed Judd and Tommy by going against their orders, which was also disrespectful. I was dishonest because I didn’t tell you about it and you had to find out from Nancy. It was dangerous because I wasn’t prepared for the situation like I should have and I ran in blind. I also disobeyed our rules and disrespected you by breaking them.”

“That’s right Tyler. Now how do you think I should deal with this?”

“However you want Sir.”

“That’s right. Because I’m in charge, aren't I TK?’

TK nodded, getting the feeling that this was the part where Carlos wanted him to start keeping his mouth shut again. 

“You trusted me to take care of you Tyler, to give you what you need. That’s what our agreement means, doesn’t it? So I’m going to give you what I think you need. Which is forty spanks, ten for each rule that you broke. With the paddle.”

“No!” TK couldn't hold back the protest at Carlos’s suggestion of his least favorite implement. They hardly used the paddle, only for real punishments or for very small spankings. “Please Carlos, not the paddle, please.” He could already feel the sting of the paddle on his butt and tears filled his eyes at the thought. “Please no.”

“Hey,” Carlos grabbed his hair once again, tugging firmly to make TK meet his eyes. “Do you make the rules Tyler?” It was a rhetorical question, because Carlos answered before TK could even try, though his remarks probably would have gotten him in more trouble so it was probably a good thing he wasn’t given the opportunity to speak.“No, you don’t. I do. I make the rules. You put your trust in me, to take care of you and give you what you need, just like we said earlier. This is what I decided you need Tyler, and you know what word you need to say if you really don’t want this. Otherwise you’re getting forty with the paddle and ten more with my hand for being a brat understand? And you’ll get more if you use my name again. You know what to call me during punishments don’t you?”

“Sir or Papi,” he whimpered.

“That’s right. Now, tell me what your safeword is?”

“Spring. Or say red to stop. Yellow is slow down and green is all good,” he said, reciting their entire system just in case.

“Do you need to use any of your words Tyler?”

“No Papi.”

“Okay then. Stand up and go get the paddle for me.”

TK pushed himself to his feet, rubbing the tears out of his eyes as he padded to their closet. Carlos kept all of their toys and implements in a heavy wooden chest in the back of the closet, the top held down by a weighted blanket they used for aftercare. TK lifted the blanket and looked at it for a minute.

“Papi,” he called back over his shoulder hesitantly,

“Yes TK?”

“Blanket?” he turned to show Carlos the blanket in his hands.

His dom’s face softened a little, “Yes, bring the blanket too.”

TK nodded and turned back to the chest, lifting the top and pulling out the dreaded paddle. He held both in his hands and crossed back to the bed, standing in front of Carlos once again. Carlos took the items from him and placed them on the end of the bed. 

“Pull down your underwear and lay over my lap.”

TK was quick to obey, pulling down his underwear and picking them up quickly to fold them and lay them on top of the sheets. It wasn’t as good as the hamper but at least he wasn’t leaving them on the floor so Carlos couldn't get too upset at him. Apparently, he could see him spiraling because Carlos offered him a soft smile, “It’s okay, we’ll put them in the hamper later. You’re doing a good job.”

TK nodded, relieved and laid over Carlos’s lap. Carlos adjusted his legs so that TK’s upper body was on the bed and his toes just barely touched the floor. 

“We’re starting with my hand. Tell me why you’re getting this extra ten?”

“Because I was disrespectful,” he whined, already feeling the tears coming at having to admit his mistakes. “I questioned the punishment you chose for me.”

Carlos didn’t respond but instead brought his hand down in a harsh first slap, right across the center of his ass. TK cried out and squirmed, trying to get away from the pain. Carlos’s arm laid across his hips to pin him down. 

“Don’t move Tyler.”

TK forced himself to relax his body as he took the next nine he had coming for him. Carlos varied his placement so TK never knew what was coming next. After the first ten were finished, Carlos gave him a break, rubbing a gentle hand over his lower back.

“You did well. A few more to go, I’m going to use the paddle this time. What’s your color?”

“Yellow.”

“What do you need TK? Do you want to sit up?”

“Nuh uh. I just need to ask you something?”

“What is it baby?”

“Do I have to talk? Or count?”

“No, we’ve talked about it already. I won’t make you count them, just lay still and trust me to give you what you need. Remember, after this is over, it’s all okay. I’ve already forgiven you okay?”

“Yes Papi.”

“Good boy. Color?”

“Green.”

“Okay.”

Carlos picked up the paddle and began the biggest part of his punishment. TK tried to keep count in his head, despite Carlos telling him he didn’t have to count out loud. Somewhere around fifteen he started to get lost, getting farther and farther into that floaty headspace. He vaguely registered the spanking stopping and his body being moved despite not actually moving his limbs himself. Something warm and heavy was wrapped around him and some sort of white noise was ringing in his ears as he found himself horizontal. Something was pressed to his lips, and he took a moment to register that it was a straw. He began drinking greedily and he registered Carlos’s voice telling him to slow down. 

“Hey baby, slow sips okay. Don’t make yourself sick.”

TK whimpered and tried to reach for him, but his limbs felt like lead and he couldn’t gather the energy to open his eyes and actually find out where Carlos was.

“Shh, I’m right here. It’s alright, I won’t leave. You just come back when you’re ready sweet boy.”

When he finally came back to himself, he was under the weighted blanket, his head in Carlos’s lap, gentle fingers carding through his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. TK whined and pushed his head more firmly into the touch, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of Carlos’s sweatpants. 

“There you are. Welcome back to the land of the living baby. How do you feel?”

“Sore. Tired. And my brain feels kinda mushy but other than that I’m pretty good.”

“We’ll put some lotion on you after a shower. That’ll help with the soreness.”

“Did you finish my spanking? I blacked out somewhere around fifteen.”

“I told you you didn’t have to count baby,” Carlos chuckled. “But no, I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“You went pretty deep pretty fast. I didn’t want to hurt you or you not be able to safeword if you needed it. So I stopped and got you wrapped up. You were half-way lucid for a little bit but then I think you fell asleep.”

“Yeah I think so,” TK pushed himself up and leaned into Carlos’s side. “Do you want to finish it later?”

“No baby. It’s over and done with. I think you learned your lesson, yeah?”

“Yeah I did.”

“Good,” Carlos kissed the side of his head. “You want to go get in the shower?”

“As long as you’re joining me.”

“Of course. We’ll get you cleaned up and comfy then I’ll make you something for dinner okay?”

“Sounds good.”

Carlos led him into the bathroom and got him situated on the counter by the sink. He turned to the shower stall and turned it on hot, letting steam fill the bathroom as he undressed himself.

“Come on baby.”

Carlos guided him into the stall and under the spray. He washed his hair and body gently, letting his hands roam and comfort TK. When they were both clean, they stood together under the water, wrapped around each other.

“Hey Carlos?”

“Yeah baby?” Carlos brushed a stray hair away from his forehead and let his hand rest on his cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet boy. Thank you for trusting me to take care of you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

The sweet moment was interrupted by TK’s stomach grumbling loudly.

“I’m sorry,” he giggled.

“It’s okay. Let’s get some food in you.”

“Can we order pizza?”

“Of course.”

Once Carlos had rubbed soothing lotion on TK’s backside and gotten them both dressed in comfortable clothes, he got TK settled on the couch and went to order their dinner.

“Papi?” TK said, catching his wrist before Carlos could walk away.

“What is it baby?”

“Can I have the weighted blanket for a little while longer?”

“Of course mi vida. Let me get it okay?”

TK nodded, settling back into the cushions. Carlos emerged from the bedroom a few moments later, holding the weighted blanket in his arms. He tucked it around TK gently. 

“Comfy?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’m going to order the food and it’ll be here soon.”

“Okay. Can we watch Grand Designs while we eat?”

“Sure baby.”

Once their pizza was delivered, Carlos joined TK under the blanket and turned on the tv.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” TK whispered, leaning into him.

“It’s my pleasure baby. I’ll always take care of you.”

“And I’ll take care of you.”

“I know you will.”

[maladaptvs]

i still don’t know how to do my TK character headcanons cause not many would fit into concise categories ?

let’s revisit our wattpad phase and list the dates they’d take love interests on (EXCEPT I TRAUMADUMP ON O’DWYER??)

greg: greg does not ask you on a date. you have to do it. preferably take him somewhere he’s never been. (“How do you feel about Russia?”) NO SIT-DOWN FIRST FEW DATES. he’ll eat takeout with you in hotel rooms if you’d like to count that (i would).

gideon: this is difficult because it’s the 16th century. he’s showing you his bees and pressing flowers for you. zero physical contact from his direction, though you could do some Leaning into him without argument.

simon: he makes you dinner in his flat :3 it’s actually good! and he sneaks his hand across the table to hold yours.

pip!!! meetcute he stabs you in the thigh out of panic <3 no seriously, alright. he honestly just wants to trace his fingers over your shoulders for an hour, but he’ll amp up the effort and have coffee with you in a barnes n noble. you buy books for yourselves (maybe your favorites?) and swap. he learns a lot about you through reading it.

gregson: what is this? 1800s? what did you do then? just avoided the plague innit? i don’t know he tries to show you “cool” supernatural cases and explains why he named it what he did. it’s disturbing but at least he’s happy to share with you.

aitken: it’s a LONG date. an all-dayer. good morning, have you had breakfast? let’s go trail walking. get some lunch, where he asks “paintball or arcade?” and hopefully you pick the arcade (because he’s much too serious about playing paintball). he wins enough to buy you a little toy with his tickets. he’s not touchy, which makes his hand on your back while he adjusts your grip on an air rifle all the more heart-racing. he doesn’t seem to notice (or care?). later, he gets too invested, deafened by plinko, and finally asks if there’s anything YOU’D like to do. he asks about dinner, but you’ve gathered he’s not a restaurant lover. that, and he’s got mud stained shoes. you take dinner in to-go boxes (which annoys the staff) and end up at his flat watching Upgrade. no cuddles. yet.

gosh who else

OH jimbo. well. we know exactly how the date goes so is that necessary 🤨 and he Fucks.

we also know Wonderdate Timmy of course

WIRM LOL: let’s not pretend he’d like to take you on a date. we know how this goes. it’s dinner at a restaurant where he gets hammered and antagonizes the staff. he leaves either no tip or leaves way too much - no in between, but either way he’s calling the waitress sweetheart and she’s fuming. and then it’s on to bad sex with a drunken wirm being surprisingly obedient. we KNOW how this goes and we (i) sort of accept it.

O’Dwyer!! wow i haven’t thought about this for a moment. he’s a slut. i don’t know. he gets something doordashed to his cramped, messy apartment that has too low of lighting. he’s quite sweet, but it’s that prom king facade that your gut tells you isn’t true. you don’t really care. he’s nice enough, and when he’s finished with you he checks in once before turning on COD and ignoring you. (oh…)

Lawyer: yeah we know and he’s cheating on his wife while he does it

RAYMOND: raymond… god what does raymond do? brag? chop wood? maybe he “teaches” you some archery skills, but he’s too impatient and you end up just watching him dominate. he means well - it’s all to impress you, but obviously it doesn’t. you may take pity and go for a second date, if that’s your style.

SIDNEY: SIDNEY!!!!!!!!!!! sidney asks you what YOU want to do about 20 times. and whatever that ends up being, you catch him slapping a hand over his mouth too many times for you to ignore. he’s also glancing down at his phone while you speak, typing away. you realize later he was taking notes. you give him a peck before you leave.

jerry… something BORING and LAME like a war museum

CUSTOMER 😻😻🫶🫶 my husband tries to take you for dinner but it’s the most awkward tense and awful disaster and finally he offers to take you somewhere else. probably an arcade/rec room where he beats you in air hockey but wins you a plushie from a claw machine. it’s all awkward, but it’s endearing. (the second date is a movie. you can’t stop talking in the theatre and the people scolding you only make you laugh harder) (you’re menaces.)

sextus: forces you to watch him perform (you think you’re both going to see a play together. you’re wrong.) but at least he’s excited to see you when he’s off. his face is flushed and he’s very smiley and you think this wasn’t the worst date you’ve been on… but he makes you recount your favorite parts while he walks you home.

gary: takes you on his moped to some bad indie movie a “friend” of his probably filmed or acted in. that bit was cute, if annoying. but he takes you for food and asks what you want in a way that makes you say “nothing.” he doesn’t offer you any of his own. he’s not cruel, he’s stupid.

gavin: genuinely lovely? he takes you to some sort of art center with live music from local bands. maybe you watch someone paint on a stage. then it’s a walk through town. he points out small businesses and talks about the families that own them. you probably meet at least one cat. you’re not sure when you started holding hands, but you only notice when he lets go at the end of the night.

dale: dale isn’t fucking around. you go for a walk. he opens with questions about marriage, kids, where you’d prefer to live, where you work, if you’d consider leaving your job. he can worry about your personality after. if this questionnaire works out, he takes a breath and lets out a sigh that finally chills you both out. he asks if you want to stop for coffee. he buys you a chocolate croissant too. if you do marry him, it’ll be soon.

[fandom-puff]

Rulebreakers

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader x Lucius Malfoy

Requested by: @i-dont-fucking-know-anymore (no blog coming up so maybe username changed?) ‘SUB!LUCIUS X SUB!SEVERUS X DOM!READER SMUT WHERE READER PUNISHES BOTH OF THEM AND ENDING WITH LUCIUS AND SEVERUS FALLING ASLEEP WHILE LAYING ON READERS CHEST AND READER PROMISSING TO PROTECT THEM FOREVER PLEAAAASSSEEEE’

Notes: I think I’m getting better at writing Dom!Reader 🤪🤪

Warnings: established polyamorous relationship, threesome, Dom/sub dynamic, dominant!reader, humping, edging, degradation, use of toys, swearing, begging

“Oh, don’t stop on my behalf,”

Severus and Lucius looked to one another, eyebrows knitted together, then back to you. Then back to one another, and then back to you. Their legs were still intertwined, their naked chests heaving, clothed erections still pressed into each other.

Smirking, you folded your arms, leaning against the shut door. “Well?” You said, raising your eyebrows at the two men. The rule had been simple. Neither of your boys was to even try to come until at least Saturday, a pre-negotiated challenge to ensure they were writhing with desperation by the time you had enough time to truly pamper them. Lucius in particular was already in hot water with you for giving you attitude (he could be a right little brat when he wanted to) and your plan for him was to pleasure Severus until he was sobbing, all while making Lucius watch until he was practically coming untouched. “Ah,” you said. “So you do know to follow rules. You do know that you’re both being very naughty right now, don’t you,” slowly, you walked over to them both, heels clicking on the floor boards. “Get up. Kneel. Now.” You hissed, smirking slightly as Severus scrambled up from their side-ways position, Lucius soon following. The knelt in front of the bed, heads bowed as you sat on the raised mattress in front of them.

“I gave you a very simple rule to follow this week, didn’t I?” You said, looking between them as they nodded. “What was it, Lucius?” You asked

“To... not touch or come until the weekend,” he said, and you raised your eyebrows. “Miss,” he added, and you nodded with approval.

“And what did I just walk in on, Severus?” You asked.

“Lucius and I... grinding... on each other, Miss” he whispered. Out of the two boys, Severus was a little more submissive.

“Exactly. That was very, very naughty behaviour,” you stated. “And I expected better. Especially from you, Severus. You’re usually so very obedient...”

“It was Lucius, Miss! He-he convinced me!” He protested, instantly hushing when you stared down at him, standing up.

“And you’re a very clever boy, Severus. You should have thought ‘but Miss said not to touch each other or even try to come’,” you scolded lightly. “And I was even going to treat you this weekend severus. Shame,” you tutted.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss!” Severus cried, making Lucius roll his eyes. He most certainly would not beg.

“Both of you... sit on the bed, on opposite sides. I don’t think I can trust you not to rut against one another like the needy little sluts you’ve shown yourself to be,” you said casually, waiting until they were both seated before you strolled over to your wardrobe, murmuring the password to you toy chest. Lucius and Severus craned their necks, trying to see what you were getting out, but were none the wiser until you turned around, holding up identical black toys. Their bases were simple cock rings, but they had a thin wire that led to a small vibrator, which would stay firmly against the head of their cocks with the aid of a clever little built-in charm. Thank Merlin for the Riding Witch erotic shop in Knockturn Alley.

“Now... I’m going to trust you both enough to behave and keep your hands off your cocks,” you warned, tapping the toys with your wand so they tightened around their straining members, smirking as you heard their gasps. “There... don’t you look pretty,” you cooed, before turning on your heel and settling yourself in the armchair in the corner. “Oh,” you said, picking up your book. “Before I forget...” you flicked your wand, setting the toys to a low buzzing mode as you began reading your book, feigning complete obliviousness as the men began to squirm on the bed.

You skimmed through a chapter or so pf your book before turning up the setting by a few levels until the vibes were pulsing, and soon you heard the unmistakable moans of their teetering on the brink of orgasm before you shut the toys off completely, ignoring the whines and complaints that they were ever so close and please could you turn the toys on again.

You repeated the cycle twice more before you saw something out of the corner of your eye; Lucius moving to wrap his fist around his cock. Clearing your throat, you murmured an incantation, vanishing lucius’s toy back to the box and binding his wrists behind his back with dark green silk. You tuttered, slowly approaching. “Lucius,” you murmured, “you really are behaving like a little brat today, aren’t you?” It took him a moment to nod, and you knew he was weighing up the pros and cons of winding you up just a little bit more. “Look at severus, sitting there and taking his punishment like a good little boy,” you came up behind severus, smiling softly as his head lolled back against your shoulder. “Look how red and hard his little cock is,” you cooed (although ‘little’ certainly wasn’t the word for either of them). “Do you want to come, Severus?” You murmured, kissing the side of his head.

“Y-yes!” He moaned, face and chest flushed, arms quivering with the effort of not touching himself. “Please, Miss, please, I’ll do anything, please, please, I just wanna come!” He begged and you ‘aww’ed softly.

“Good boy, asking Miss so nicely,” you murmured. You vanished Severus’s toy too, shushing his dejected whine as you wrapped your hand around his pulsing shaft. “I want you to fuck my hand, okay, my little Prince? Show me and Lucius what a good boy you are,” you looked at the blonde man briefly. “Come on, baby, stand up, I’ve got you. Stand up so you’re facing Lucius, okay? Here’s what we’re gonna do. If you’re a good boy and come for me when I tell you too, we’re gonna let Lucius show us he can be good too. And Lucius is gonna do that by swallowing up all of your come, okay?”

“Okay,” both men said at once, Severus leaning back on you slightly as Lucius lowered his head a little, his tongue lolling out.

“Good boy, Lucius,” you praised. “See, you can follow instructions,” Lucius nodded briefly, before refocusing his attention on Severus’ straining cock. You smiled gently, spitting in your hand before wrapping your hand around it and beginning to jerk him rapidly, smirking at his desperate cries that he was close, to please keep going, that he was coming.

And sure enough, the spurts of Severus’s much needed orgasm landed on lucius’s tongue and lips- some even hit the back of his throat, making him gag, but still, he kept his mouth dutifully wide open. With his eyes fixed on yours, he licked his lips and swallowed, and you suppressed a moan at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Good boys,” you praised, helping Severus sit down. “I think Lucius deserves to come,”

“I think so too!” Lucius piped up. “I’m sorry for being bad, miss,” he added quickly and you smiled softly.

“Wanna help,” Severus mumbled and you grinned.

“Good idea, sweetheart. You gonna come help me?” Severus nodded eagerly, coming to kneel on the other side of Lucius. “Good boy,” you guided his hand down to lucius’s engorged shaft, using his pre-cum as lubricant.

As the blonde moaned and writhed, you untied his wrists, and as soon as he was free he was clutching onto your waist with one hand, Severus’s arm with the other. “Shit!” He groaned. “Oh, fuck! Gonna come, can’t- can’t hold it, please!” He begged.

“Good boy, asking so nicely. Come in Severus’s hand sweetheart,” you cooed, and with a guttural moan, Lucius was twitching as he spurted into Severus’s fist.

As Lucius shuddered, leaning against severus as he recovered, you made to get up, but stopped when you heard grumbles of complaint. “Stay here,” Severus mumbled. “Use the spell,”

Smiling gently, you flicked your wand to clean your boys up. “Come here,” you cooed, laying in the middle of the bed, smiling softly as your boys came up either side of you, legs tangling with yours. As Severus used your breasts as a pillow, Lucius nuzzled into your neck. “Such good, clever boys,” you praised, turning your head tk kiss them both, one after the other. “Go to sleep, you need to rest. Did so, so well for me,” you whispered, smiling as you heard their breathing evening out. “I love you both so very much,”

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[bluenet13]

TK and the Chipmunks

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star

Characters: TK Strand, Carlos Reyes, Nancy Gillian.

Prompt: Hiding an Illness

Summary: A mysterious illness has T.K. up and down for weeks, but it's nothing he can't handle by himself; until it isn't. When things go rapidly downhill it's up to Carlos to help him back up.

Links: ff.net - AO3

Week 1

"TK, hey, TK?" TK was awakened by Carlos' whispered words close to his ear, a warm hand tugging on his sleeve soon after his call went unanswered.

"Carlos? What's going on?" TK said, words slurred, and voice laced with sleep. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" Carlos questioned back, "you have been restless all night." Intent on providing some nonverbal comfort for whatever was bothering him, Carlos hugged his middle, pulling him closer. "And you feel a little warm," he added, knowing it was an understatement. TK's shirt was damp and sticking to his skin all over his chest and arms.

"Yeah, go back to sleep," TK mumbled, breath hitching at the end.

"Come on, Ty. Talk to me, what's going on?" Carlos unwrapped his arms from around TK's body and blindly reached to the nightstand so he could turn on the lights. Then he moved back into the middle of the bed and began softly stroking TK's arm and back. "Babe, can you look at me, please?"

It took a bit more coercion, but TK eventually untangled himself from the sheets and blankets and turned around to look at Carlos, eyes blinking sluggishly, cheeks reddened, and sweat-soaked hair completely plastered to his forehead.

Not wanting to waste time asking and trying to get TK to tell him the truth, Carlos just reached forward, first cupping TK's cheek before moving his hand slowly upward and setting it on his forehead. "I think you have a fever. I'll go get the thermometer."

TK opened his mouth to protest but Carlos was quicker and before he had a chance to say a single word he was already out of bed and walking into the adjacent bathroom. TK again tried to object when Carlos came back, but one look from his boyfriend had him obediently parting his lips and raising his tongue. "Stay here, and don't fidget with the thermometer," Carlos directed, before getting out of bed and this time walking out of the room.

TK felt Carlos' absence as soon as he left, as if the lights had dimmed and all warm had been soaked out of the room, but he fought the need to sigh and burrow deeper under the covers. He hadn't wanted to tell Carlos so he wouldn't worry, but honestly, he felt terrible. Had for the last couple of days but he had made it through his shift the day before so that had to count for something, and this was probably just a simple cold.

"Ty?" The bed dipped beside him and, even with the annoying thermometer sticking out of his mouth, TK's lips curved upward into a smile, like they always did when Carlos came back in his orbit. "Let me see."

TK lifted his head and opened his mouth, letting Carlos take full charge of the situation, before dropping his head back into his pillow, too exhausted to move another inch. "How bad?" He whispered, eyes locked on the wall across the room and too scared to look at Carlos and see the worry that he put there, again.

"101," Carlos said simply. "Here, I brought you some Tylenol and water."

TK nodded but said nothing. Just turned around and grabbed the pills and bottle, his other hand fidgeting with the sheets, and his eyes looking anywhere but at Carlos.

"TK, hey, look at me," Carlos whispered, one finger under TK's chin, tipping it up to look into his eyes. "What's going on inside that head of yours?"

"Are you mad?" TK questioned, as sad, green eyes met worried, brown ones. His breath hitching as he was hit by the depth of emotions flickering on Carlos' gaze. While TK expected the concern, and maybe some frustration to go with it, all he got was so much love and devotion and it was enough to steal his breath away.

"No, why would I be? Where is this coming from?"

"You haven't said much since we woke up, other than telling me what to do," TK said softly, "and you look upset."

"I'm just worried," Carlos answered honestly. He then began to run his fingers through TK's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, at least it was for him every time his mama did it when he was sick as a child.

"I'm sorry," TK said, sounding dejected and small.

"You don't have to be sorry for worrying me, or for getting sick," Carlos began, "you can't help that. But you can be a little sorry for not telling me." He finished close to TK's ear as he pressed a kiss to the tender skin there.

"I wasn't feeling this bad before," TK tried to explain, but Carlos' narrowed eyes had him reconsidering, "okay I was, but it was just a couple of days and I got through my shift alright, so I figured I just needed a good night's sleep. No need to get you worried about a simple cold."

"Baby, I will always worry about you, it comes with the territory and being a couple. But we're a team, you said so yourself, so you gotta trust me with these things and let me help. Okay? I want to take care of you, always." All through his speech, Carlos continued to run his fingers through TK's hair, down to his neck, and finally his back. Every once in a while, also massaging the muscles on his back and around his shoulder blades, trying to alleviate the tension cursing through his body.

"Okay." TK groaned as he lifted himself from the bed, expecting like usual for Carlos to meet him in the middle, but this time his boyfriend only shook his head and pushed him back onto the bed.

"No kissing while you're not feeling well. If you get me sick, then who will take care of you?" Carlos chastised, instead leaning forward to press a kiss on TK's forehead when he pouted.

"But-"

"No buts, you're a paramedic, you should know better," Carlos murmured against his forehead, his breath tickling his skin, and just as teasing as his words. "Stay here, I'll be right back." He took a moment to cover TK fully with the blanket before he rolled out of bed.

"Where are you going now?" TK practically whined, wanting nothing more than to have Carlos' strong arms wrapped around his body again.

"I'm going to make you some tea. It should help you feel better and make sleep easier," Carlos explained matter-of-factly, as if his intentions were obvious and TK should have just known.

"Carlos, come here. It's -" TK turned around to look at the clock sitting on his nightstand before reaching forward to grab Carlos' hand, tugging a few times, "four in the morning, and you just came off shift not three hours ago, so too soon for you to be awake, and way too early to be making stuff in the kitchen anyways. Besides, all I need to feel better is you."

"Alright," Carlos agreed easily, forgetting about the tea and climbing into bed next to TK. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around him and pulled his body closer, TK's head instantly coming to rest under his chin, their bodies as usual fitting together like a perfect puzzle. "But tomorrow I'm making you mami's soup."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, thank you." TK's voice was again slurred with his sleep, as his eyes began fluttering close.

"Anytime. Now go to sleep, you will feel better tomorrow."

And he had, some more Tylenol and the Reyes' family soup being enough for TK's fever to go away in just a few hours; his body well rested and already back to normal by the start of his next shift.

-x-x-x-

Week 2

"TK!" His name being called finally filtered through the haze clouding his mind and TK blinked sluggishly a few times before his eyes settled on his partner. "Dude, where did you go? I've been asking for a roll of gauze for the last five minutes." Nancy. Right. They were at a call, their patient, the one with a bloody head wound after falling from a ladder, still sitting on the ground looking expectantly at the paramedic trio.

"Sorry," TK mumbled, reaching behind his body and into their med bag.

"TK, gauze!" Nancy practically shouted, tone toying a fine line between concerned and exasperated.

Looking down at his hand, TK felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he stared at a package of Band-Aids, ones that wouldn't do much good to stop the stream of blood coming from the gash on their patient's forehead. "Sorry." Turning around to reach into the bag again, TK did his best to stifle a groan as every muscle and joint in his back and arm seemed to protest the movement, but his efforts weren't good enough if Nancy's frown was any indication. Still TK gave her his best apologetic look and charming smile and went right back to work, passing her the requested gauze then applying an antibiotic ointment on the now clean wound before Nancy properly bandaged it.

Seeing that Nancy and Tommy had it under control, TK stood up and began cleaning out their surroundings and packing their things. His whole body ached from his efforts, but the general discomfort was better than staying in place and having to deal with Nancy's frustrated sighs and inquisitive gaze. Besides he had worked through worse, just last week having dealt with what felt like a low fever. This was probably nothing more than a stubborn virus, and he could still do his job.

Setting the last of the med bags back inside their rig, TK took a moment to rest his head on the cold surface of the ambulance as he slowly rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen his tense muscles. He knew he should probably return to the house's yard and help walk the patient to the rig so he could be driven to the hospital for scans and tests, but TK just needed a minute, his team would surely understand.

"What's going on with you, Strand?" Nancy's voice next to his ear made TK jump, and he belatedly realized he had taken longer than a minute. He had to get his shit together before his partner noticed something was very wrong. Well, apparently it was too late for that too, because next thing he knew Nancy's hand was on his shoulder and even with his back to her TK could still see her sharp intake of air and wide eyes as she made contact with his too warm skin.

"I'm okay, just tired. Carlos was off too, so just a late and busy night, if you catch my drift," TK quipped, turning around to face Nancy and hoping she couldn't see the misery hidden behind his grin. TK and Carlos were usually against PDAs and discussing their private times at their workplaces, a quick kiss or occasional intertwined hands were fair game, but they rarely talked about what went on behind closed doors. This one time though, breaking that rule and any ribbing that might ensue as consequence, was better than the alternative.

"Are you sure? Are you feeling alright? You feel a little hot." Nancy's hand reached forward in the direction of his forehead and TK quickly swatted it away, jumping out of the way with a groan that he tried to pass as an annoyed huff.

"I'm fine, Gillian." He wasn't fine. He was hot and cold all over. His body felt like a furnace, but a bitter chill spread through his skin every time a breeze blew nearby. But he couldn't tell any of that to his partner, so TK just did what he always did best, pushing his discomfort deep down where no one could see it and plastered an easy smile on his face. "And I'm always hot," he added with a wink, knowing he had made the right choice as soon as Nancy predictably rolled her eyes and accused him of being ridiculous.

"Anyway, Cap is waiting. Patient was a little wobbly on his feet when we tried to walk him here so she wanted to be extra careful and send me to get the stretcher, which you could have done if you had bothered to return."

Nancy's tone was teasing but TK could feel the concern behind her words, and he debated telling her the truth, but between the shooting, kidnapping, and fire he had spent enough time on sick leave, and he wasn't about to add more days to his ever-growing list. "Let's go then," he said instead, walking away before she had time to reply or question him further.

Nancy kept sending worried glances his way, obviously making an effort to give him space and let him reach out on his own, but not being able to hide her worry. TK felt equally grateful and guilty, knowing that after their initial friction they were now real partners and Nancy just wanted to help. But he was tired of proving that he really was the danger magnet of the crew, so he settled for what he hoped was a reassuring smile and quick nod.

The rest of the call went on without a hitch, with the three paramedics making quick work of setting their patient on the stretcher, loading him into the rig, dropping him at the hospital and restocking their supplies. Through it all TK continued to feel stuck on a cycle that went from frigid cold to scorching heat, and by the time the ambulance entered the apparatus bay he also had a headache adding to his discomfort.

Once they were parked, TK quickly jumped out of the rig and went up the stairs, doing his best to avoid Nancy's worried glances. Reaching his locker room, TK downed two extra strength Tylenol and hoped they would alleviate his symptoms enough so he could finish the day.

The meds apparently did the trick because TK started to feel better soon after, his body and head not hurting so much even if he still felt hot and flushed all over. The relief was enough for him to finish his shift without raising any more red flags, but it was short lived and by the time he made it back home all his aches and pains had returned with a vengeance.

Stepping into a dark and empty living room, TK sighed as he remembered that Carlos was on shift, his schedules not overlapping today. Usually, he would hate it but this time he was actually grateful. He felt like shit, but not bad enough to worry his boyfriend, so he would just sleep it off while Carlos was none the wiser. Just like he had done the previous week before Carlos caught up to it in the middle of the night, having to spend his day off fussing over him and making him soup.

If his mind had been more in it TK would have recognized the dangerous pattern, but his fever was making his thoughts foggy, so he just dropped his duffel bag beside the door, staggered up the stairs and practically collapsed on the bed. He ended up sleeping all through the evening and night, by morning his fever had broken, and by the time Carlos returned home he was already back to normal, and no damage had been done.

-x-x-x-

Week 3

For the third day in a row TK came home to an empty house. Carlos was away at a Law Enforcement training in Dallas and wouldn't be home until the following day. The first day had been solitary but okay, the second a little worse as TK began to come down with another cold. But today was a new kind of low as TK stumbled inside, covered in sweat that had nothing to do with the Texas heat, a headache that seemed to want to split his skull in two and an ache in every muscle and joint in his body that made him feel like he had been run over by a truck.

Having used up all of his energy just to finish his shift, TK bypassed the kitchen, stopping only briefly to grab a bottle of water and an apple, and headed straight to their bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the bed and sleep for the next 24 hours but having enough presence of mind to realize that feeling like shit for the third week in a row was no longer a coincidence but a trend, he took a moment to walk into the bathroom and grabbed a thermometer.

TK almost fell asleep on his feet as he waited for his phone timer but every time his body began to slide towards the wall, he was woken up by shooting pain up his arms and legs. When his phone beeped, TK grabbed the thermometer and instantly groaned. 101. Again. Not ideal but still not high enough to enter panic mode.

After downing three Ibuprofen and a half bottle of water TK gingerly walked back to the bedroom, wincing as he lowered himself onto the bed. Not feeling particularly hungry but knowing he should eat something he began taking small bites off his apple, but he didn't make it past a quarter of his fruit before he got up and ran to the bathroom again, this time doubling over the toilet as his body rejected the water and food.

When he was done TK stayed leaning over the toilet for the next five minutes but having only eaten a piece of toast at breakfast then having skipped lunch altogether, nothing more came out. Instead, he just continued to dry heave while his stomach cramped and stabbed his insides. When he was confident nothing else was making a reappearance TK flushed the toilet and stumbled to the sink, washing his mouth and splashing cold water over his face.

Tired, sore, and weaker than he had felt since his last bouts with addiction and withdrawal, TK staggered back towards the bed. Too nauseous to try eating again and too disoriented to realize that he should probably call someone, he just sat on the mattress and let his body fall backwards. Within seconds his eyes had closed, and they didn't open again until the jangling of keys and footsteps in the living room woke him up with a start.

"Baby, I'm home!" Carlos called, "do you feel like going out for lunch or do you want me to cook something?"

Just the mention of food had TK almost running to the bathroom again but with no food or liquids in his system he knew he wouldn't be able to do more than retch, so he put a hand over his mouth and willed his stomach to calm down. He knew he should give Carlos an answer because his wallet and keys on the kitchen counter were a giveaway that he was home, but he barely had enough energy to open his eyes, let alone force words out of his mouth. He just needed a minute to get his bearings and he would be able to respond.

But he had taken longer than a minute and before he knew Carlos was poking his head inside the room and calling to him again. "Ty, are you here?"

TK nodded before he realized that Carlos probably couldn't see as he was buried under at least two blankets and a comforter, so he tried to answer verbally but only a groan and whimper came out.

"TK, what's wrong?" Carlos asked, his voice sounding closer and the empty side of the bed dipping telling TK that his boyfriend was home, as if his previous calls had only been the makings and wishes of an out of sorts of mind. "Are you sick again?"

TK's first instinct was to say that he wasn't sick, but his face would probably say otherwise. Same as the extra messy and damp sheets, the apple that now laid discarded on the ground after it rolled out of bed and the state in which he vaguely remembered leaving their bathroom. So instead, he settled for a half truth. "It's just a cold. I'll be better in a few hours."

"This is the second time you supposedly have a cold in the last few weeks. That doesn't seem normal to me. I'll get the thermometer." Closing his eyes, TK tried to prepare for Carlos' uproar, but it wasn't enough and sooner than he wanted his boyfriend was back, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. "What happened in the bathroom?"

"I ate something that didn't sit well with me," TK whispered as the increase in noise in the room was making his headache worse.

"I stopped in the kitchen before coming upstairs," Carlos said matter-of-factly, only abandoning his stance to lean over TK and set the thermometer under his tongue, "the meals I left for you are still there, same as the eggs, bread and milk I bought before leaving, so please stop lying to me." The words made TK wince, but he couldn't blame him. They were harsh, but he deserved it.

Not being able to respond just yet, TK just shrugged. His need for his boyfriend was greater than his desire to make things right just yet, so TK grabbed Carlos' hand and pulled him towards the bed, his arms instantly closing around his middle as he buried his face on his side.

It took less than thirty seconds for Carlos' fingers to find their way to TK's disheveled hair, his other hand starting to massage TK's temple, trying to alleviate the headache he knew was there. The small gesture was enough for TK to stop squinting as his features relaxed slightly.

"Let me see," Carlos asked when the timer on his phone signaled that enough time had passed, "103, babe. Time to tell me what's going on?"

"I don't know," TK whispered, his voice breaking partly at Carlos' incredulous look but also because every moment he was awake he felt worse, and he really had no idea what was happening. "I really don't know. I keep getting a cold then feeling better until I get another cold."

"Why didn't you call when you started feeling bad again?" Carlos wondered, trying to keep his voice low, even if a part of him wanted to shout and scream to TK to please stop being an idiot. But he was his idiot, so he still kept his voice down and continued running his fingers over his hair.

"You were at a work conference, Carlos. I can't just call and expect you to drop everything to come and help me," TK countered.

"You know I'd do it in a heartbeat," Carlos said quickly, making TK smile even in his discomfort, because Carlos was really the sweetest human being and every day TK wondered how he ever got so lucky. "But I'll give you that, still you could have called your dad, or Tommy or Nancy, even my parents. You had like ten people who would have come in an instant. And more than half of them are first responders of some kind."

"I'm sorry," TK conceded, now feeling a wound in his heart to go with the physical pain. He hated worrying Carlos and his team, but even worse was the knowledge that he had disappointed him again. "I just didn't want you to worry, especially when you were at a work thing."

"I thought we were clear about this, TK. I will always worry about you. It comes with the territory. And not only of working as first responders, but you know, just having someone in your life that you care about," Carlos explained, beginning to untangle himself from TK and reaching for his phone. "But we can talk about that later, time to call for help now."

Feeling the loss of heat instantly, TK reached for Carlos to keep him at his side, looking up at him from under his lashes and giving him his best puppy dog eyes. "Come on, babe. We don't have to go that far; I just need meds and some of that soup you gave me last time and I'll be good as new."

"As proud as I am that you're finally asking for help and understanding the powers of mami's soup, I think we're past that point," Carlos said, stroking TK's back as if to soften the blow of his words. "I'll even let you choose, do you want me to drive you to the hospital, dial 9-1-1, or call Nancy and Tommy?"

Each choice was worse than the other so TK only groaned and buried his face under his pillow, hoping Carlos would take pity on him. When nothing happened and Carlos just patiently waited by his side, he decided to try one last time. "I can take care of myself. I'm a paramedic, remember? No need to waste anyone's time. Besides, you weren't even supposed to be here until tomorrow. Speaking of, why are you here?"

"Conference finished early and I decided to come straight home and surprise you, but I guess I was the surprised one." Even worried as he was Carlos chuckled, because TK Strand always kept him on his toes. But he wouldn't have it any other way. "And thank God I came, see the state you're already in, I wonder what I would have found tomorrow." The words made him shudder, so Carlos decided to take that as a sign to take matters into his own hands. TK couldn't be trusted with his health in the best of days, much less when he was already ill and had decided to hide it. "I'll drive you, come on." He got up in one swift motion so his boyfriend wouldn't be able to pull him back to the bed and offered TK his hand.

Knowing he was beat, TK slowly sat up and set a foot on the ground, but promptly collapsed as soon as he tried to raise fully, his legs giving out and his arms too weak to fully support his own weight. It was only thanks to Carlos' quick reflexes and strong arms that he didn't fall face first on the floor, as his boyfriend caught him easily and lowered him back onto the mattress. "Okay, I'm calling 9-1-1. I will even ask them to call the 126, maybe they can give us a discount for driving in your own ambulance."

"Ha-ha," TK mumbled, but even he knew there was nothing funny about the situation. In just the half hour Carlos had been home he could feel himself deteriorating, his fever already higher, and the headache getting to the point that it felt more like a concussion, the pounding in his head increasing at any small movement or raised voice.

"Ambulance is on its way, should be here in six minutes," Carlos said, while TK just blinked sluggishly back at him, wondering when he even made the call. "Just hang in there for a little longer, help will be here soon, I promise." Even in his confused state, Carlos' tone was enough to confirm TK's suspicions and increase his own worry, they both knew he was getting worse, and fast.

The only upside to calling 9-1-1 was that Tommy and Nancy were also off shift, so TK only had to deal with the other paramedic team. Even then he was only just in it as they poked, prodded and asked questions, mostly just nodding his assent or shaking his head when necessary. It hardly even registered when he was loaded onto the stretcher and wheeled out of his home and into the ambulance, his feverish and confused mind failing to hold onto the present as his consciousness toyed between barely there and not there at all.

Somewhere in the 15 minutes that it took to get from their house to the hospital, TK lost consciousness all together, the last thing that registered on his mind a steady beep cutting in between the white noise and Carlos' desperate screams and pleads as his eyes finally closed.

The specifics of what followed next were unknown to TK, never being back for long enough to understand what was happening. Sometimes he found himself burrowing under the covers, trying to get warm and feeling like he was back in the chilling NY winter. Other moments, sweating like he was in the middle of Texas working call after call under the relentless summer heat. The only constant in his life during those confusing days was Carlos; his boyfriend's fingers intertwined in his, his lips on his forehead every morning, night and every time during the day he had a nightmare, and all his reassurances and promises every time he briefly woke up.

Next time TK returned to consciousness fully, he was sure at least some days had passed. Carlos was still sitting in the chair next to his hospital bed, but his hair was more out of control than usual, no longer glued in perfect order but curling every which way, and there were dark circles around his eyes. Another indication of the passage of time was that TK actually felt better. His muscles still ache some, but he was sure the fever had finally broken, and his head no longer beat with a drum solo.

His mind was still foggy and his memory of Carlos' return from his conference ended abruptly, so at the moment he was full of questions with no answer. But there was no one in the room to ask, only Carlos. With that thought his eyes again landed and settled on his boyfriend. He looked so tired even in his sleep and TK couldn't help the guilt at being the reason for such exhaustion. He really needed to start taking better care of himself, if not for his own wellbeing, at least for Carlos.

Not wanting to wake Carlos up but needing to feel him, TK gingerly lifted himself from the bed and reached a shaking hand forward, carefully moving a stray curl off Carlos' forehead before placing a soft kiss there. It was a testament to how tired he really was that Carlos didn't even stir, so TK just settled back down and continued to stare at him until his eyes began fluttering close and he eventually fell back asleep.

When he next woke up his room was full of voices and movement, so he kept his eyes closed for an extra moment. But he had unknowingly already given himself away.

"TK? Babe, are you awake?" Came Carlos' hopeful voice, just before a tentative hand landed on his cheek.

"How did you know I was awake?" TK asked, eyes still closed, a shy smile on his lips.

"I have spent many nights waking up next to you every day, I know how your nose twitches, your eyelids stop fluttering and your breath evens out just before you wake up," Carlos said simply, as if his words hadn't just stolen his breath away.

"Gross. Every time you almost die you guys turn even more nauseating." A new voice said, making TK's eyes fly open as he now realized the other voice in the room was Nancy's. "But glad to see you awake, Strand. You gave us quite the scare."

"Sorry," TK said sheepishly, turning his hand over in the bed, chuckling softly as Carlos' automatically understood and grabbed it, intertwining their fingers together.

"You don't have to be sorry, I'm just glad you're okay," Carlos said sweetly, squeezing TK's hand and feeling reassured that he was truly okay as he instantly squeezed back.

"No, you definitely should feel sorry. I was freaking out, dude. Not cool lying to your partner," Nancy scolded.

"What do you mean?" Carlos wondered, sending a questioning look to Nancy and the beginnings of a murderous one to TK. "What are you guys not telling me?"

Nancy shot Carlos an apologetic look, then turned to TK with a grin on her face, he just winced and tried to make himself smaller on the bed.

"Maybe try not to look like you're actually enjoying this," TK grumbled.

Nancy again said nothing, just shrugged as if to say, 'your fault'. Which TK knew it was, but that didn't mean he wanted to be reminded.

"I was sick again last week. Only Nancy noticed, as the worst of it was during shift, but I played it off. And you were gone when I got home, so… I didn't say anything. Then I felt fine again. I'm really sorry, Carlos. I just didn't want to worry you," TK finally admitted.

"I see we still have ways to go before you believe me when I say it's my job to worry, just like I know you do too," Carlos acknowledged, "or that taking care of you is never an inconvenience. I just feel lucky that you're mine to fuss over and share this life with. I just hope you start taking better care of it, cause we only got one and I have so many more plans for us."

"I do, too. I promise I didn't know it would get so bad," TK apologized, before he realized he still didn't know what had caused him to get so ill. "Which reminds me, what happened? I don't remember much after we left the house."

"TBRF, Tick-Borne Relapsing Fever," Nancy began, as Carlos turned to her, differing to her expertise, "symptoms can masquerade as other things so it took the doctors some time to figure out what it was and to give you the right antibiotics. But you should be alright now. Need to stay here for a few more days then you can probably continue treatment at home."

"How?" Isn't that transmitted through rodents?" TK asked, as his expression went from one of sullen, to shock, then horror, "Carlos, are there rats in our new loft?"

"No, bab-"

"Carlos, if there are rats, we have to clean. When I was in NY, I had a friend in NJ that had rats in his apartment, and he had to clean everything. The kitchen, closets. They get in and take over!"

"Dude, calm down. Your love nest is fine. Remember that call with the kid trapped in the cave?" At TK's nod, Nancy continued, "I assume you also remember your annoying self blabbering about the lack of nature in NYC and trying to feed a chipmunk, even when Judd told you not to mess with it cause they could carry bubonic plague. Well, turns out Judd was right, it just wasn't the plague but TBRF."

"I'm never going into the Texans woods again," TK whispered, eyes wide in a perpetual expression of horror. "Back in NY we had squirrels that you could feed and play with, not plague infested chipmunks!"

"I told you, it's not the plague. But yeah, maybe next time just listen to our resident cowboy. If you had, all this could have been avoided," Nancy chided. "And speaking of avoiding life threatening situations, maybe also don't hide it next time you're ill. You have a cop, two paramedics, five firefighters, a 9-1-1 dispatcher, a Texas Ranger, and one kick-ass mother at your service, two if we count NY too, so no excuse to be dying on us now."

"I'm really sorry, Nance. I will try not to worry you again," TK said honestly, knowing that as much as Nancy teased, she also cared a lot and genuinely liked him. And she didn't deserve to lose another partner.

"Let's hope it sinks in this time, been saying variations of those words ever since we met," Carlos added, joining the conversation again. "I love you, babe. And I'm so happy the murderous chipmunk didn't take you away from me."

"I love you, too," TK said, ignoring the twinkle in Carlos' eye at his last words and pulling their still intertwined hands to his lips and placing a kiss there. "Now get your cute, little ass over here and give me a hug, I missed you."

"And that's my cue to leave, don't want to witness any wake up-I'm so glad you're still alive-make out session," Nancy said, reaching to squeeze TK's shoulder once before she walked towards the door, turning back around one last time. "But do make sure to keep your clothes on. I'm calling the crew to let them know you're finally awake, and they will surely stop by for a visit. Your doctor should also be here soon to check up on you."

"Thanks, partner," TK mumbled, as Carlos' lips joined his, cutting any more apologies or promises short. But there would be time for that later. TK was alive and well, and he would make it up to Nancy, Carlos and the rest of his family soon enough.

What started as a little kiss of mutual reassurance, soon turned heated and hungry as TK had his way and pulled Carlos onto the bed next to him, their hands beginning to roam over exposed skin as they let their bodies speak for the relief and love they both felt for the other.

It was eventually the single out of rhythm beep of the heart monitor attached to TK what put a stop to their ministrations, as Carlos jumped back, looking mortified. "Okay, time to stop. We don't want to raise your heart rate and have every doctor on this floor rushing into the room thinking you're dying."

"But, babe, what better way to pass on than in your arms," TK said adoringly, trying again to pull Carlos to him.

"Too soon," Carlos mumbled, but he gave in easily, encircling his arms around his boyfriend's middle and happily giving him a chaste kiss. Another, single out of rhythm beep on the heart monitor showing that every contact of their lips always made his heart skip a beat.

[welcometololaland]

I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion or not but my favorite one this week turned out to be Match in a Tinderbox. I really like the different first meeting, the hook up in the bathroom, TK (spoilers for those who haven't read it) saving Carlos from Alex. I want to live inside that AU a little longer and see what develops and what happens. It was a really interesting story and left me wanting more. The way you wrote it was just so so so good.

I really enjoyed this part:

Something lights up in Carlos’ chest as the man draws him with his arms around Carlos’ neck, and Carlos isn’t sure why he expected the kiss to be rough and hurried but it’s anything but. It’s sweet, and soft and tastes a little like lemonade, and Carlos finds himself relaxing into the stranger’s touch as he brushes the back of his hand over the stranger’s cheek and cups his jaw.

When the stranger draws back, there’s a confused expression etched on his features that Carlos agonises about for some reason. It looks worried and a little hurt, and he’s about to ask what the problem is when the other man opens his mouth. Carlos obediently snaps his own shut.

“Why did you kiss me like that?” he asks, uncurling one of his arms from Carlos’ neck to bring a finger to his lips, as if Carlos has bruised them.

“Like what?” Carlos asks, genuinely perplexed. He drops his hand to his side.

The stranger pauses, eyes darting to the hand Carlos has just removed from his skin. “Like I mean something.”

Carlos stills. “Everyone means something,” he replies, bluntly. 

The way Carlos kisses TK like he means something even though he doesn't even know TK... it's just beautiful. Like no matter what AU, where they are, who they are, they always matter to each other as if it's a law of the universe.

I do hope that you'll consider expanding the AU and maybe writing a little more for it, if you don't I totally understand! But if you do I'll definitely read it.

Thank you for pushing out of your comfort zone and giving us 7 fics that were just absolutely a delight to read. Each morning I woke up, the first thing I did was look to see if you had posted a new fic or not. They really made my week.

Also, sorry for the long ask. I hope it can make up for the fact my comments were nowhere near as grand or long as your fics deserved this week.

oh my god do not apologise for one second! this ask is amazing and I love it with my whole heart ❤️

I kind of love this AU in a weird way despite the fact that it is very underdeveloped at this point in time! I want to see their first date, I want to see TK's multiple crises about being with someone who really cares about him and loves as hard as he does. I want to see TK have a meltdown about what he deserves and struggling to accept how much Carlos is willing to give him. Someone asked for their wedding speech? trying to explain away this first meeting? I want to see that! I wish I could download all these thoughts into a doc and just roll them out 😂

I wrote this fic originally as a crack idea just to get me through day 5, and then it got legs (which is so odd because before I found lone star, i wrote exclusively AU fics!) Also, I can totally see Alex being unbothered by all of this - I think he's well aware that he and Carlos are not on the same wavelength (Carlos definitely missed some cues there).

Tarlos is the law of the universe and you are right to say it! Thank you again so much for this ask and I'm so happy you enjoyed my rogue AU!

[batsgetscensored]

This Is Me… I’m Going

Pairing: Leon x Tom

Rating: R for really smutty this time

Part: 2 out of ??

Word Count: Idk it’s longer than the last one though-- I think? IDFK

Tagging: @scariusaquarius who continues to inspire and fuel me to write this au

Description: A continuation of the last part where Leon made a decision as to what Tom would get for his birthday, and boy does he give it to him. Pretty much this part is just a bunch of smut but with some plot.

A/N: If you notice spelling errors, I apologize. My editing software isn't currently working properly so I just kinda said fuck it and am not bothering to edit at this point in time cuz without my usual software (Grammarly. It's Grammarly. Not really an actual Software. Don't act like it's something fancy, me.) I'm far too lazy to edit normally.

Leon adjusted in his seat while undoing his belt and tossing it to the side before unbuttoning his slacks. His eyes were locked on Tom who stood before him eagerly watching and waiting. The man carefully pulled his already hardened dick out, giving it a careful stroke or two.

Tom swallowed thickly at the sight of Leon's stiff member, whining softly and removing his own pants. He was more than a little bit eager, so the moment Leon beckoned him over with a simple gesture of his fingers, Tom was immediately situating himself onto the brunettes lap.

The man took hold of his hips, chuckling a bit at how obedient Tom was being. Somehow he hadn't pegged him to be that way, but he wasn't complaining. It meant they could get tk the good part faster. "You ever done this before sweetcheeks, or do you want me to get you nice and ready first?"

"Just take me-"

Leon had half a mind to be a bastard and ask where Tom wanted to be taken, but he simply ignored the urge and gave a nod before swiftly guiding his submissive down onto his cock, drawing a long, low whine from said man and a grunt from himself. He hadn't entirely realized just how damn tight Tom would be, but it felt fucking amazing.

Tom shut his eyes and breathed in a sharp breath, though thinking he had a moment to just enjoy the feeling of being so full was clearly wrong, he gasped out a moan at feeling Leon buck into him roughly.

"Ride me, doll." Leon mused in that taunting tone of his, fingers sliding up and down Tom's hips. He wasnt what you would call a patient man-- least wise when it came to finally getting something he had been aching for.

Whimpering a little, Tom nodded and adjusted his positioning to carefully rock himself onto Leon's cock, small sounds leaving him as he took his pleasure from the other man. "You feel so good-" Tom gasped out, voice breathy.

The brunette grunted under his breath, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could watch Tom fuck onto him, squeezing his hips firmly before giving one good and teasing thrust upwards. Leon leaned forward, pressing kisses over the man's neck and sucking hickeys into his collarbone so they could at least try to hide them, but one good tug to his hair from Tom and he was leaving a deep bruise on the other man's neck, directly over his jugular vein.

That certainly had Tom moaning like the good little whore he was, desperately trying to thrust down to get more pleasure. It would have been enough to make the P.I laugh if he didn't feel so good.

Leon noted every single change in reaction Tom had, thrusting up again and smirking when the other man gasped in surprise and threw his head back trying to meet his now continuous hard thrusts.

Tom was practically a whimpering mess above Leon, jaw clenched and brows tightly knitted as he just took what Leon was giving him, little moans spilling from his kiss bruised lips

It was clear they were both definitely enjoying themselves, but soon Leon stopped moving, earning a broken whine from the other man. "Against the desk, now." Leon demanded, watching Tom stare back at him with desperation. He just stared right back until the man got the point amd climbed off of him carefully.

Tom couldn't hide how huffy he was about being forced to stop, leaning himself back against Leon's desk with an eyebrow cocked. "Is this what you want?" He huffed, trying to breathe and keep himself calm.

Leon shook his head and stood slowly, stalking towards Tom with intent before quickly Turning the man and slamming him down to press his chest and stomach against the mahogany surface.

"Hey hey- wha-"

Delivering a harsh slap to Tom's ass cheek, Leon stared evenly at the man now beneath him who let out a sharp gasp and tried to look back at him. The brunette grasped the other by his silky black locks and used that leverage to pess his head down onto the table. "When I tell you to do something, dont act snarky about it." He growled lowly, giving another slap to the same spot. "You hear me?"

"A-aye sir-" Tom stuttered slightly, whispering as he received another slap, the bit of pain only causing another jolt of pleasure to run through him.

"That's a good boy." Leon mused, releasing Tom's hair to instead grip onto his hip before slamming harshly back in to hit thst spot within the man, the one that had him throwing his head back in pleasure and screaming for more.

Thomas shifted slightly to make himself a little more comfortable, head now resting on his crossed arms, gasps and screams of sheer pleasure leaving him. "Fuck- Leon-" he whimpered, feeling another good slap land on him. Before tonight, Tom certainly hadn't been aware he enjoyed such things, but god did he ever.

Leon could tell Tom was enjoying himself, and as harsh as he was being now, he was glad to see the other lose himself in the pleasure. So he thrusted faster and harder, setting up a new and steady pace for the man to enjoy, a quiet moan leaving him as he did so. He himself wasn't normally one to make a lot of noise during sex, but every time he did, he could see Tom shiver.

The dark haired man moaned at the feeling, trying his best to thrust back and meet Leon's thrusts, blushing when he heard said man give a soft chuckle.

"What, not enough for you?" Leon asked breathlessly with a wide smirk, pulling out to the tip before ramming himself back in to the hilt, snaking a hand around Tom's waist and reaching down to softly caress the man's quivering member.

A broken moan escaped Tom and he bit his lip hard, burying his face into his arms to hide his blush, the added stimulation of the hand on his cock had him closer to the edge in almost seconds. God he really had been desperate for some attention like this, hadn't he?

Shaking his head, Leon gave another full thrust in, smoothing his free hand up along Tom's spine and then yanking the man's head up out of his arms by his thick locks. "I asked you a question." He hissed, giving a light squeeze to the member in his hand before removing it to spank him again, watching from the corner of his eye as the skin turned red from his actions.

Tom whimpered and swallowed thickly. All he wanted was for Leon to stroke his length again while fucking him, was that too hard to ask? Rolling his eyes, he huffed and tried to lean more into Leon's thrusts to take what he wanted, but his movements were quickly stopped and the thrusts slowed. "God- I- fuck Leon, please-" he immediately begged.

Letting out a thoughtful hum, and softly rolling his hips at the now teasingly slow pace, Leon watched the man beneath him, eyes narrowed. "Please what, slut? Hmm? What do you want me to do?" He inquired, watching Tom writhe beneath him desperately before chuckling roughly. "I don't even know if I should let you cum with how you're acting. Hell I could just use my tie to bind your hands behind you while I get myself off and make you watch..." he gave one hard thrust in. "Couldn't I sweetheart? So unless you want that... I'd clean up that act of yours and be a good boy and tell me what you want me to fucking do."

Almost immediately Tom's burgeoning attitude was shut up and he turned a bright red, gasping out a moan when he felt Leon hit his prostate, body trembling slightly. Releasing a shaky breath, he bowed his head. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I cant walk after- I want you to make me cum-" he whimpered desperately.

That drew a pleasant tone from Leon who instantly released Tom's hair and eased up on the grasp he had on the other. "That's my good boy." He purred, softly rubbing the shorter man's hip. The P.I brought himself back to a good hard and fast pace, just like Tom wanted him to do and the man below almost wept in relief.

Mewling in pleasure, Tom accepted everything Leon had to give him, and honestly, he had to admit, it was a major turn on. Perhaps he would see more of that in the future. "So good for you-" he moaned softly, voice breathy and soft.

Almost as praise for the comment, Leon made sure to hit that bundle of nerves in Tom with every thrust, feeling himself draw closer to his release, Leon made sure that his partner was in the same state, once more striking at him member, rubbing his thumb across the tip.

Tom already knew he couldnt last too much longer and admittedly he could tell the same thing about Leon from the soft moans and grunts he was letting out.

Pressing fervent kisses all along Tom's shoulders and back, Leon kept going, both of them working together to get to that place they both wanted. And then they both broke, a desperate moan of Leon's name escaping Tom while the man in control huffed in pleasure, making sure he was deep inside of Tom when he came.

Chuckling softly, Leon carefully used Tom's cum to slicken the movements of his hand on his cock, trying to pump whatever was left out of the man before pulling away and slowly pulling out. "Seems we've made a bit if a mess of my office, hm?" He hummed and looked over Tom's backside, watching as his seed spilled out and down his leg.

Tom let out a weak laugh, just staying put because he didn't at all know how stable he would be if he stood up properly. "Y-you're telling me." He offered, pushing himself up slowly despite his better judgement, arms shaking horribly as he did so, nearly giving out beneath him.

Leon tilted his head, eyebrow raised a bit as he watched Tom struggle. "Perhaps I was a bit too rough?" He offered, already tucking himself back into his trousers before doing them up.

Shaking his head, Tom hummed. "No, it was great, puddin'." He murmured, finally getting ahold of himself enough to stand properly, or at least-- lean himself against the desk without worrying about falling. "Amazing even-" he offered a lopsided grin. "I'm just a little messy now."

"Glad to have appeased you, kitten." He mused, tone a lot more gentle now. Tutting quietly, Leon wandered off for a second and then came back with a rag from the bathroom that he had dampened with warm water. The man crouched and gently cleaned the cum off of Tom's body, not missing any of it. "Poor thing." He mused playfully, gently giving his arse a squeeze before standing back up and discarding the cum soaked cloth in the bathroom to worry about it later.

Tom blushed, feeling his heartbeat flutter at how gentle his boss was being with him now. It was like a switch had flipped. One moment he was being called a slut (a total turn on of course) and the next he was being called "kitten" (a word that caused his heart to absolutely melt.)

He softly wrapped his arms around Leon's neck, running his fingers through the man's hair, feeling the remains of whatever gel the man used to hold his hair in place. "I dont think I've ever been this satisfied before." He admitted with a light chuckle.

"A crime with the most serious consequences." Leon retorted with a smug smile. "Though, I am pleased to hear I'm the best you've ever had." He teased, pressing a firm kiss to Tom's forehead only to have the other take his face in his hands and give him a right proper kiss.

Tom couldn't help but chuckled softly, breaking the kiss and nuzzling into the other man's chest for a moment, groaning in frustration when the office phone went off.

Before Tom could pick the device up, Leon did so-- and then immediately hung up. "They can call back another time." He replied bluntly, having seen the incredulous expression his partner gave him.

Shaking his head in amusement, Tom settled back down. "Someone wants all my attention to himself, hm?" He inquired, hearing the scoff from the detective.

"Believe it or not, sweetcheeks, I take cuddling after sex rather seriously." Leon responded, playing around, but he was serious for the most part.

Tom smiled and kissed him gently again before pulling away to put at least some clothing on, just in case someone were to barge in with a case. So he tugged his boxers and slacks back on, followed by his belt and then paused, noting the intense look Leon was giving him. "What? I dont wanna be caught with my junk out if someone were to come in- 's uncivilized, ya know?"

Leon rolled his eyes and tugged his belt and shirt back on while he waited... then of course, he heard the window open and sighed immediately, looking over to see Tom, who had clearly gotten distracted, leaning on the sill with his head out the damn thing, smoking a cigarette that he had most likely swiped from the lack he kept "hidden" in his pocket. "You know how I feel about that."

Tom looked back at him, speaking around his cigarette which- Leon knew for a fact was why the man always spoke sideways from his mouth- while a cute habit, it was formed in a way the man wasnt fond of. "It's just a cigarette." Tom offered, playfully puffing out a breath of smoke as he shifted the object to his hand.

"I reiterate... you know how I feel about that... Thomas." Leon warned lowly, stepping closer, watching the stance of the man change simply lean back against the wall in an almost carefree manner.

Blinking innocently back at Leon, Tom smirked and made a point of taking another puff. "And I reiterate, Mistah K... It's just a cigarette." The man was being bold now, but he did make sure to blow the smoke out the window. If he was going to disobey Leon, he was at least going to be somewhat nice about it.

Closing the gap between them, Leon took the cigarette and simply stubbed it on the windowsill before chucking it outside, jaw clenched. "Watch that tone or I'll have to teach you another lesson. And this time I wont be as lenient."

"Aye sir." Tom murmured, pouting a bit.

Leon reached up and gripped Tom's jaw. "Now now, don't look at me like that..." he mused, kissing the side of Tom's lips to avoid that cigarette taste.

Tom couldn't help but smile now, the expression soft and affectionate. "Fine... but you owe me another cig. That was the last one I had." He attempted

"I owe you no such thing." Leon murmured, caving and capturing Tom's lips in a sweet kiss.

[atiny-exol]

Yandere! Ateez! Reaction to their s/o yells/curse at them after a punishment

Warnings: this contains yandere behavior, tocix relationships, blood, torture, abuse and strong language

~If you don't like that. Don't read it~

Hongjoong

Usually Hongjoong won't punish you with something more hurtful than spanking but today you really pissed him off

You tried to use his kindness against him and to sneak out, and after that you lied to him

There is nothing that would make him more angry

You tried to argue with him but he doesn't care as you struggle against him

After your spanking session, you are a crying mess but you still had the urge to fight against him

So you yelled at him that he is a sick bastard

He would look at you with an emotionless look and this moment you knew you fucked up

Slaps you across the face

Takes your privileges away

All of them

No walking, just crawling

No talking just barking/meowing

No eating from a plate just a bowl

You do nothing without his permission

If you want to behave like an disrespecting pet you are treated like one

Hongjoong always tried to be nice, but if you can't appreciate this he won't be that nice again

,,What did you just say?" Hongjoong asks you with an dangerously calm voice. You gulped hardly as you saw his dark and unreadable look, you knew that you overstepped a line right now, a line you shouldn't have ignored. ,,I.. I.. I'm-" Without letting you end your sentence he slapped you across the face and pushed you down his lap on the ground, causing you to hiss and whine in pain. As you wanted to look up to him he pushed you down with his foot. ,,Don't even think about trying to get out of this mutt. I will teach some real manners now."

Seonghwa

He took you outside to a very fancy restaurant

Because oyu behaved so well the last months

But then you you made one clear mistake and this was talking with he waiter, even if Seonghwa told you not to talk to anyone

As soon as you entered your shared house and the door closed behind you two

Seonghwa unleashed the beast and punished you

Unlike Hongjoong he is very physical and would make you bleed and cry

You broke his number one rule

After the whole torture, you layed on the floor crying and begging him to stop and he would make fun of you

You couldn't doo it anymore and yelled at him that you hate him, that you didn't do something wrong after all

And Seonghwa snarky, sarcastic site would disappear and he would get more angry than he is already

This punishment doesn't last just for this day, he will repeat that till you won't say something like that again

You hurted him and now he hurts you just like you deserve

Slowly the door of the basement opened and you knew excatly who it was, you didn't have to look up anymore and you wouldn't dare to look up, he didn't allowed you to do that yet. You learned some things the last days, never yell at him and when he is angry don't do anything without his permission,it would end more horrible than the punishments before. ,,Look at me." Obediently you looked up to him, facing a smiling Seonghwa, but just as you thought he might be nicer now and your punishment is over, a harsh slap hits your face,befire he speaks coldy to you. ,,Why don't we try something new today."

Yunho

Always tries to be nice to you

He would never hurt you physically

But he would hurt you mentally

He tortures your loved ones infront of you if you misbehave

And one time, it was clearly at the beginning of your relationship excatly this happened

After he was done you looked at him horrified and you shake in fear

The only thing you thought about was that he is a monster

And this is what you yelled at him

Immediately his gaze darks after the word left your mouth and he would lean down to you

Whispering darkly into you ear that he can show you what a monster is capable of

If you say he is a monster because he killed your best friend what will you say when he kills one of your closest family members

You will never make this mistake twice, I mean if you don't want your family to be dead very soon

,,Look at me doll!" he yelled at you as he holds the knife against the neck on your best friend. Terrified and shaking in fear you looked at him and the teary and empty eyes of your friend. ,,You know why I do this right? You know that it's your fault right?" He giggled before he cuts the skin of his victim multiple times. Tears after tears streamed down your face and you begged him to stop, but he didn't listen to you. It is a punishment after all.

San

You argued with San because he was constantly flirting with someone else

He was so cold towards you, not giving attention

And it bothered you, because you are used to be his little princess/prince to be the the only one for him and now the jealousy is eating you alive

San yelled at you for your complaining and locked you inside your room specifically for punishments

It's an isolation room

Everything is dark, no light not even a single tone is heard

Once San stepped in the room you yelled at him, cursed and told him how much you hate him, that you think he is a cheater and doesn't love you anymore and San would snap

He would leave you alone again, just feed you the necessary amount of food and water

He is angry and if you think he is a cheater he will be a cheater

One night he enters the room and looks at your broken figure, telling you that his date was so good and the sex was the best he ever had

He would repeat that action till you beg him to stop, you bed him to have mercy and take you beg

You have to apologize for your bratty behavior

Because that that's excatly what is was

You just wanted his attention and now you have nothing

Of course he would take you back and tell you how much he loves you

Bur he would also tell you that if you say soemthing like that again, he would replace you

It's a lie but you dont have to know this right

,, I.. Hate you!! You are such an asshole Choi San! You are probably cheating on me too!"you yelled at him out of frustration of not getting the attention you are used too, he was cold and ignorant the last days and that bothered you more than you would say out loud. ,,I'm a cheater? Just because you didn't get attention the last days? You are such a brat y/N!"he yelled back with a dark gaze laying on his face, causing you to back off and hide behind your arms, already getting used to being slapped for this, but to your confusion nothing happened. ,,If you think I'm that cruel. I can be that cruel for you brat. Just watch."

Mingi

He would never lay a single finger on you if it isn't necessary

His punishments are not abusive or bloody just very manipulating

The friends of yours dissappear one by one and you don't know why

Some of them stop talking to you and you don't know why

Everyone is ignoring you and you don't know why

The answer is easy it's mingis fault

He is the reason behind all of that and once you find that out you would yell at him of course

Because why would a person with a normal mind do that

What you don't know is that this makes everything worse

Not only everyone would ignore you everyone will hate you from now on

He manipulates everyone and everything

You can't live without him. And this will just stop if you take your hurtful words back

Because Mingi doesn't like to do that either, but he know that this is necessary so you begin to love him

If you don't have anyone besind him there is no other way then loving him

,,M.. Mingi.. Please w.. Whatever you do stop it.. I.. I'm sorry I'm really sorry.."you sobbed out infront of the tall guy, feeling embarrassed because you had to run after him for his forgiveness. ,,You look pathetic while you cry little one you know that?" Gently he forces your head up and looks at you with a soft look. ,,I may forgive you, but if you say soemthing like that again I will make your life a living hell."

Yeosang

His punishments are always cruel and he would easily break you

But at the beginning you would yell at him after punishments

Cursing and yelling how much you hate him and how sick he is

At first he think it's funny and amusing but after some time passed it really annoys him

I mean you love him and you aren't in a sick kdrama where he has to fight for you

You aren't enemies who hate each over so you should fastly stop with that shit

He doesn't want it anymore and if you won't stop by yourself he willpunish you for every time you yell and curse

It doesn't even have tk be against him

He won't hesitate to break bones and to beat you up, to let you alone and to let you starve

He doesn't play games never

He is always serious so don't let him tell you one thing twice

A strong punsh landed at your stomach and you cry out in pain at his rough treatment. With a loud crash you land on the ground and tears formed in your eyes. ,,I told you to shut the fuck up didn't I? I told you to stop cursing and now? I thought you learned your lesson already." With an annoyed expression he rolled his eyes and unbuckled his belt. ,,but it seems like I have to remind you where your place is."

Wooyoung

He is such a tease

He spoils you with affection, you get everything you want

But you have to behave well

And if you don't behave well he punish you

For small things there a sexual punishments and for bigger mistakes he would spank and humiliate you

If you curse at him after a punishment he will use that against you

If you yell something like I hate you! He acts like it hurts him so much that you can't do soemthing else than apologize

But if you yell at him that he is a sick bastard, a crazy stalker or a monster

Believe me you don't want that

He would humiliate you in every possible way

At the end of his training you won't ask why you have to lick his shoes or why he holds you in chastity

You just accept it

Wooyoung is manipulative, he is a sexual teaser, he would punish you sexual for that

No clothes for you anymore and no touches from him for you

He let you watch how he fuck someone else if it's necessary but it isn't his favorite thing

He often just threats you with that

But he would do it if you won't stop the cursing at him

With an unbothered look, Wooyoung watched the movie of his choice while you layed down infront of him, not wearing anything else than the collar he closed around your neck a while ago. From time to time he would look down to, just checking if you moved an inch or looked at soemthing else then the ground. Before the movie ends he looked at you one last time, smiling satisfied at the view infront of him, petting your head gently. ,,See it isn't that hard to be a good pet right?"

Jongho

There was one time he snapped at you for talking with someone else

It was the first and only time he got physically abusive and after he slapped you, you yelled at him

How much you hate him for that and that you would never forgive him that

This was the moment Jongho regrets his action

He hates himself for hurting you, because thats the only thing he never wanted

He wants to protect you, that you trust him and that you just need him

But he failed

Starts to cry and to beg you to forgive him but if you say no

He wouldn't let you go

You can hate him like you want

You can kick him, slap him and call him a monster

You can say that you hate him

But he will never let you go

Because he tries to make everything right again

He tries to be a better boyfriend and to protect you

The first slap on your cheek hits you surprisingly, and both you and Jongho looked at each over with pure shook. You because your soft boyfriend slapped you and him because he couldn't believe that he hurted you. Immediately he backed off and teared formed in his eyes as he stuttered an apology, but you just looked away. ,,.. That.. Was too much Jongho." you whispered under your quiet sobbing before you turned around, warning to leave, but Jonghos firm grip on your wrist stopped you. ,,.. I can't let you go.."

[lonestarbabe]

Another wild card- if you could write up a backstory for the characters of lone star, what would they be? I’m talking for Grace, Carlos, Judd, Mateo, Marjan, Paul because we know bits and pieces of their lives but really not much at all. Judd’s has kind of been teased from the crossover episode so that I guess is kind of canon. I feel like Carlos was a quiet kid and teen who got okay grades and was nice to everyone. Wasn’t an outcast but wasn’t the popular guy. Then he came out he felt more confident but also acted in a way to protect himself from getting hurt- hooked up and focused on his job as a cop- (remember the line ‘it doesn’t always get weird, Michelle’- and Michelle gave him a look like she didn’t believe him. I feel like that needs to be explored. Is his relationship with TK his first real relationship? I would say yes but I just wanna know more about him) - anyway Marjan would be interesting too because she seems so confident and said she hates bad leadership and stuff like that from the moment we saw her- aside from wanting to help people, I would love to see a backstory that explores the real reason why she loves to be so daring- is it like Buck’s case where she just wants to get her parents attention and acts like that to act on a tragic backstory she never knew about from childhood? Or is she just naturally daring and loves to help people? She doesn’t give off the vibe of having a sad backstory like Buck and Maddie do, but I could be wrong. I’m curious either way

Ohhhh your thoughts are quite interesting. I definitely can see a lot of what you’re saying because it would show an interesting evolution to who the characters are today. There are some headcanons I have but they’re not necessarily right lol just based on the impressions I get.

Carlos: I think Carlos was always the kid who wanted to be perfect for his parents. He kept things to himself to spare his parents, and he always got good grades and stayed out of trouble. He was probably close to his parents, very loyal and obedient, but as he started to realize his sexuality, he started to pull away. I don’t think he acted out, but I do think that he had a lot of internal tumult. He probably tends to want to avoid conflict when he can and puts pressure on himself to everything right.

Grace: From what we’ve seen, I think Grace probably idealized her father and was a daddy’s girl. I think her dad doted on her, and her mom was probably always someone that Grace could confide in. I think there were underlying issues but for the most part, she had a happy and secure childhood. I think her parents raised her to be responsible for her actions, and they also were there to guide her but they gave her space to work through her mistakes herself.

Marjan: I feel like Marjan maybe had some kind of limitations and people (not her family) told her that she couldn’t do certain things because of various reasons based on who she was at her core. So, she learned to prove them wrong and to listen to her gut rather than letting other people try to tell her what she should think or how she should act. I think she doesn’t mind authority when that authority does what is right, but she isn’t going to blindly listen to authority. She learned that her moral compass is her best authority, and she uses her religion to help focus herself and understand her greater purpose. I can see that people in her past made her doubt herself, but she learned to challenge those doubts, which made her more confident in herself.

Mateo: I think Mateo always felt stupid as a child and back then he didn’t know about his dyslexia, so he just thought he was too dumb at school. I think people probably mocked him a lot behind his back and he was probably the butt of a lot of jokes. Despite his dyslexia, Mateo always went above and beyond to do good work. He had to work harder to show people how good he was. I think he found solace in comic book characters. A lot of them started off with hardships, but then, they were able to overcome those hardships and save the world, and I think Mateo found that comforting. He also liked the idea of a world where there was a clear distinction between good and evil and in the end, good always won. I also think he had some religious conflict thrown in there somewhere. He believes in God, but there may also be fear and apprehension and doubt in the mix.

Judd: I have this theory that Judd had a third brother who something happened to, and at some point, Judd started acting out, which led to him going to the wilderness camp for troubled kids. His parents had a lot of issues too, which contributed to the angst that Judd felt, so he understands a complex family dynamic all too well, which is part of the reason that it was so hard for him to tell Grace about her dad.

Paul: We shall find more about this one tonight, but his mom seems lovely and supportive, while I very much may need to have some words with his sister. I also have a headcanon that Paul’s observation skilled are influenced by both his high intelligence and his need to be observant. To keep himself safe, he had to learn how to notice things and stay vigilant, so I think he is always good at noticing things, but I also think he can relax his skills a bit when he is in safe places.