#this can be such a lonely way to live is all

[myonexox]

THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTER

pairing : childhood best friend!sunghoon x female!reader

genre : romance, fluff, slow burn, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, childhood friends au, idiots in love

synopsis : two childhood best friends, you and sunghoon, who secretly like each other but are too afraid to confess. as you spend time together, you start to notice the little things, the small gestures that show how much you truly care for each other. in the end, you both realize that love isn’t just about big moments but the little things that matter most

word count : 4.7k

now playing : xo (only if you say yes) by enhypen (i was listening to this song the whole time while writing. it has that whole falling in love vibe, you know? and the lyrics kinda remind me of sunghoon. the way the song tells a story about a boy who’s willing to do anything for the person he loves, it’s literally him. so yeah, i highly recommend listening to it as you read)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

you had been in love with your childhood best friend, sunghoon, for years. you didn’t know when exactly the feeling had settled into your heart. maybe it had always been there, waiting for you to acknowledge it. but you remembered everything about how your story with him began.

it started when you were five years old. the neighborhood park was your favorite place and it was where you met him for the first time. you were trying to reach for a butterfly, standing on your tiptoes on the playground slide when you lost your balance and nearly tumbled down. just before you could fall, a small hand caught yours. it was him. a boy with curious eyes looking at you with concern.

“are you okay?” he had asked, tilting his head.

you nodded, embarrassed. “i was trying to catch the butterfly”

he looked up at the sky where the butterfly had already flown away then back at you. “i can help next time”

that was the beginning.

from that day on, you and sunghoon were inseparable. your mothers were friends which meant playdates, matching outfits and meals together. he became the boy who always waited for you outside your house and who walked beside you every time you went to the park.

every day was an adventure. you would race each other down the street, only for him to slow down at the last second and let you win. you built sandcastles at the park even though they always collapsed because neither of you knew how to make them strong. you picked dandelions together and made wishes.

and he was always there for you. when you scraped your knee, he was the one who rushed to find a bandaid. when the neighborhood kids refused to let you play in their pretend castle, he declared that he would build a bigger one just for you. and he did, using pillows and blankets in your living room. when you got sick, he would draw silly doodles on get-well cards, slipping them under your door so you wouldn’t feel lonely.

as you both grew older, your adventures changed but your bond didn’t. elementary school was all about trading lunch, sitting next to each other in class and sharing little secrets. you helped him with his homework when he got stuck and he shielded you from the teacher’s scolding when you forgot yours. during school field trips, he always saved you a seat next to him and whenever you had to partner up for assignments, you didn’t even need to ask, it was just a given that you and sunghoon were a team. even during recess, while other kids formed new friendships, you and sunghoon remained a pair, always finding your way back to each other.

middle school came and with it, the awkward years. he hit his growth spurt earlier than you, towering over you one day when just the week before, you had been the same height. his voice started to change, deepening slightly and you couldn’t ignore how other girls started to notice him. you told yourself it didn’t matter. you were his best friend and that was all there was to it.

but then came the small moments that made your heart stutter. like when he slung his arm around your shoulder so casually. like when he leaned down just to meet your eyes. like when he always seemed to notice the tiniest details about you. when you were sad, when you were tired, when you needed someone to cheer you up. he always knew. he always listened.

you should have known then. but you didn’t, not yet.

it wasn’t until high school that realization truly hit you. the first time you saw him in his uniform, looking taller and more mature, your heart did something weird in your chest. you tried to ignore it. you told yourself it was just because you weren’t used to seeing him like that.

but then there was the way he treated you, different but not in a bad way. he had always been protective of you but in high school, it became more obvious. if someone made you uncomfortable, he was there in an instant, his presence alone enough to make them back off. if you were carrying something heavy, he took it from you without a word. and when you got sick, he showed up at your house with medicine and your favorite snacks.

then there were the times when he looked at you, like really looked at you. like the time you got dressed up for a school event and when you stepped out, his breath hitched just slightly before he smiled at you. like the time you fell asleep on the bus during a school trip and he let you rest your head on his shoulder, not moving an inch the entire ride. like the time he whispered your name, just your name but it made your heart feel so full you thought it might burst.

it was a million little things.

you realized it when he defended you from a senior who spoke to you rudely. you realized it when he remembered things about you that even you had forgotten. and you realized it when he ran to your house in the rain because he knew you were upset and needed someone and that someone was always him.

and one day, you couldn’t deny it anymore. you were in love with sunghoon. you were in love with your childhood best friend.

but you never told him. because what if he didn’t feel the same? what if you ruined everything? he was your best friend, the person who had been with you through every moment of your life. if you confessed and he didn’t like you back, would things change? would he start avoiding you? would you lose him completely?

so you decided to stay quiet. you told yourself it was better this way. you would rather love him in silence than risk losing him forever.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

saturday arrived and as planned, you made your way to sunghoon’s house for your study session. it was something you both had promised to do earlier in the week, knowing that your math test was coming up on wednesday. sunghoon had never been the biggest fan of studying but with enough convincing, you managed to get him to agree. you rang the doorbell and waited for a few moments before the door swung open, revealing him in a casual hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy as if he had just woken up from a nap.

“you’re here” he said with a grin, stepping aside to let you in.

“of course i am. you think i’d let you slack off before our test?” you teased, slipping off your shoes at the entrance.

he let out a dramatic sigh. “i was hoping you’d forget”

you chuckled. “you wish”

his parents weren’t home. they had gone out for the day to visit some relatives in another city. it wasn’t the first time you had been over when they weren’t around and you were comfortable enough in their home that it didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. you followed him upstairs to his room. his desk was already set up with textbooks, notebooks and a couple of pens.

for the next few hours, the two of you went over equations, formulas and problem-solving techniques. sunghoon, true to his nature, grumbled every now and then but he still managed to focus for the most part. you explained concepts to him whenever he got stuck, watching as his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. every so often, he would lean back in his chair, stretching his arms with an exaggerated groan before throwing you a look that practically screamed ‘i’m suffering.’

eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he slumped forward onto his desk, groaning loudly. “ugh, i can’t take it anymore. my brain is officially fried”

you looked up from your notes, smiling slightly. “come on, we’ve only been studying for—” you glanced at the clock. “okay, maybe we have been at it for a while. i didn't notice it”

“exactly” he muttered, lifting his head slightly to look at you. “we need a break. if we keep going, my brain is going to melt and i’m going to blame you for it”

you laughed. “alright, fine. you have a point. we can’t afford to burn out before the actual test, right?”

he immediately perked up. “great! let’s go downstairs and watch a movie or something”

you didn’t object. honestly, you could use the break too. packing away your books, you followed him out of his room and down the stairs. as you stepped into the living room, he gestured toward the couch. “you pick the movie first. i’ll go grab some snacks for us”

that was another thing about him. he never picked the movie. not even once. you had asked him before why he always made you choose and he said, “i like everything you like.” at the time, you hadn’t thought much of it but now, it made your heart flutter whenever you remembered it.

settling onto the couch, you scrolled through the movie options, your choice already obvious. horror was your favorite genre and sunghoon, despite his complaints that you always picked scary movies, never objected. he always watched them with you even when he claimed he didn’t like them. smiling to yourself, you selected a horror film and waited for him to return.

a few minutes later, he came back with his arms full of chips, popcorn, candy and a couple of soda cans. he dumped them onto the coffee table before flopping onto the couch beside you. “you picked horror, didn’t you?”

you smiled, raising an eyebrow. “how do you know?”

he let out an exaggerated sigh but grabbed a handful of popcorn anyway. “of course i know. but if i get nightmares, you’re responsible”

“you never get nightmares”

“you don’t know that”

laughing, you pressed play and the movie began. the two of you settled in, munching on snacks as eerie music filled the room. as the movie progressed, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him every now and then.

by the time the credits rolled, the sky outside had started to darken. you sighed, stretching your arms as you realized how much time had passed. “i should probably head home before it gets too late”

he nodded, still watching the screen as the last of the credits played. you reached into your pocket for your phone, intending to check the time but your hand came up empty. frowning, you patted your other pocket. still nothing.

“hey, did you see my phone?” you asked, glancing at sunghoon.

he turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. “hm?”

“my phone. did you see it?” you repeated.

“wasn’t it with you?”

you shook your head. “i thought so but it’s not in my pocket”

the two of you began searching around the couch, pushing aside pillows and shifting through the pile of snacks but your phone was nowhere to be found.

“maybe you left it upstairs when we were studying?” he suggested, already moving to stand up. “wait here, let me get it for you”

you waved him off. “it’s okay i’ll get it myself”

“okay” he said.

you made your way back upstairs to his room. sure enough, your phone was sitting right on his bed, exactly where you must have left it earlier. picking it up, you checked the time. 6 pm. definitely time to head home.

but when you were about to walk out, your eyes caught something unusual. a unique notebook lay next to sunghoon’s pillow, one you had never seen before. it was different from his school notebooks, the ones he used for studying. this one had a leather cover, slightly worn at the edges as if it had been used frequently. your curiosity spiked instantly.

you hesitated, looking toward the door to make sure sunghoon wasn’t there. taking a deep breath, you slowly climbed onto his bed and reached for the notebook, settling on the edge of the bed as you held the book in your hands.

you knew this was wrong. you knew you shouldn’t take it or open it. even though he was your best friend, you still had no right to read his diary. it was his personal stuff and you should have respected his privacy. but you were curious. it killed you and you just knew that you would never stop thinking about it once you got home if you didn’t at least take a peek.

you sighed, running your fingers over the cover before hesitantly opening the book.

“i’m sorry sunghoon” you whispered to yourself.

your mind told you to be sane, to close it and walk out but your heart screamed at you to open it and read. and since you were an F in your mbti, you tended to follow your feelings more. so you decided to choose your heart.

it would be fine. right? you were only going to read one or two pages and then stop. you promised yourself. then you opened it.

the first page was written with a title “things i love about her”

you frowned. who was ‘her’? did he like someone? at school? how come he never told you anything? your mind raced with a million thoughts. but you pushed them aside and turned to the next page.

the second page was titled “my best friend”

you froze. your eyes widened. about... you? wait. why would he even write anything about you? and you were his only best friend. or… did he has another best friend?

you flipped to the next page, eyes scanning the date written at the top. it was from your first year of high school. you and sunghoon were seniors now.

page after page, you kept flipping even though you told yourself to stop. but the more you read, the more impossible it became to stop.

1 : her kind heart

i remember the day we found that stray cat on the way home. it was raining and she didn’t even hesitate to run under the pouring sky to rescue it. we were completely drenched, our uniform sticking to our skin, our shoes soaked with mud but she didn’t care at all. she held that tiny kitten against her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

i told her she was crazy but she just laughed, hugging the kitten even closer.

“sunghoon, it was cold and scared. what was i supposed to do, leave it there?” she had said.

then she kept it for a week before finding a proper home for it. but every single day, she fed it, cared for it, loved it. that’s the kind of person she is. selfless. kind. beautiful.

she doesn't realize it but she makes the world softer and better just by being in it.

i remember the way she cried when she had to give the kitten away. she tried to hide it but i saw, y/n. i saw how much you cared. how much you love even the smallest things.

i wonder if she knows how much i love her for it.

2 : her sense of humor

she laughs at the dumbest jokes. and i mean 'the dumbest'.

one time, i dropped my pen in class and groaned because it rolled under someone’s chair. then she whispered “that pen just wanted to be free”

i gave her a look but she was already laughing. her hands covering her face as she tried (and failed) to muffle the sound. and just like that, i laughed too. because her laughter is infectious. it spreads like wildfire, igniting everyone around her.

she has a way of making things feel lighter even when everything feels heavy.

i could listen to her laugh forever.

3 : her intelligence and determination

i hate studying. she loves it.

she’s always been so determined to do well, always pushing herself to be better. when i get lazy, she drags me back in. when i say i can’t do it, she proves that i can.

“you’re not dumb, sunghoon. you just don’t try”

maybe she’s right. maybe i don’t try enough. but she does. and i admire that more than she knows.

i’ve never told her but i love watching her study. the way her brows furrow in concentration, the way she bites her lip when she’s deep in thought. it’s fascinating.

4 : her smile and laugh

i wish i could record it. just once.

her laughter. her smile. the way her eyes crinkle at the corners, the way her lips curl just before she bursts into giggles.

if i had that recording, i’d listen to it every night before i sleep. because nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful as she does.

5 : the way she talks

she talks a lot.

but i never mind. not even once.

her voice is... so calming. she makes talking easy even when i don’t know what to say. she makes silence feel comfortable. i think that’s rare.

i could listen to her talk everyday, endlessly. she never runs out of things to say and somehow, i never get tired of hearing them. she makes even the simplest stories sound like something worth listening to. i could sit next to her forever, just listening.

6 : her hair

she always complains about her hair.

“my bangs aren’t cooperating today”

“i should’ve tied it up”

but i don’t see what she sees. i see sunlight catching in her strands, the way they sway when she moves, the way she tucks them behind her ear.

i like it. i like her...

7 : her beautiful eyes

i could stare at them forever. not in a creepy way (okay, maybe a little creepy). but they hold so much. i don't know how to explain it. but whenever she looks at me, i can never look away no matter how hard i try.

her eyes... they're just so beautiful.

i don’t think words could ever describe how much i love them. i could get lost in them for hours.

no, her eyes aren’t just beautiful. they’re everything.

8 : her adventurous soul

since we were kids, she’s always been the one to drag me into trouble. climbing trees. exploring abandoned buildings. running through the rain without an umbrella just for the thrill of it.

she hasn’t changed til now. and i like that she hasn’t.

she still pushes me out of my comfort zone, still drags me along to do things i’d probably never consider on my own.

i used to complain about it. about how reckless she was, about how she never thought things through. but i think, deep down, i’ve always liked that about her. i like the way she throws herself into life so fearlessly. i like the way she makes the ordinary feel exciting.

and... i like that she’s never stopped pulling me along with her.

the next pages were filled with even more things. you swallowed hard. this wasn’t just a diary. this was a collection of every little thing he loved about you.

your heart pounded. what was this? why would he write something like this?

you shouldn’t have read it in the first place. but you did. and now, you could never unsee it. you were... confused.

you held onto the notebook, your mind reeling from what you had just read. every small detail about you, things you never even thought he noticed... he had written it all down. the way you laughed, the way you talked, even the way you tucked your hair behind your ear. he noticed everything.

but why?

before you could gather your thoughts, a voice snapped you out of your trance.

“hey, what’s taking you so long?”

you jumped, your eyes widening as you turned around to see sunghoon standing by the door. but then his gaze dropped to the notebook in your hands and his entire body stiffened. his eyes widened in panic before he strode forward in urgency.

“wait, no—”

before you could react, he reached for the book and snatched it away from your hands, gripping it tightly as if his life depended on it.

“why… why do you read this?” his voice came out weak, almost vulnerable, something you had never heard before from him.

but instead of answering, you asked the question that was burning inside you. “why did you write it?”

he sucked in a sharp breath. he was at a loss for words. he wanted to lie, to make up some excuse, to tell you that it was nothing but he knew there was no way he could do it. you had already read part of it. there was no turning back now.

so in a desperate attempt to shift the subject, he repeated “why do you read this? this is my book. you can’t just take and open something that belongs to me. it’s my privacy”

but you ignored his protests, your eyes locking onto his. “tell me! why would you write something like that about me?”

silence.

a deep sigh escaped his lips before he finally muttered “are you stupid or what?”

your brows knitted together in confusion. “what?”

internally, sunghoon was screaming. his heart was hammering inside his chest and his mind was a chaotic mess. how was he supposed to explain this? how was he supposed to tell you everything he had kept hidden for so long?

he never meant for you to find out this way. in fact, he never meant for you to find out at all. but now that you had, he had no choice but to be honest.

he felt like everything had turned upside down, like all the secrets he had tried to hide were suddenly being revealed. the way you looked at him now, confused, searching, waiting for answers made his chest tighten. he had spent so long keeping his feelings under lock and key, convincing himself that it was better this way, that it was safer if you never knew.

because the truth? he had been liking you for a long time. longer than he could even remember.

it started with the little things, the subtle glances he stole when you weren’t looking. you never noticed but his eyes always found you in a crowded room. he watched you. he had always watched you. not in a way that was meant to be creepy or anything but in the way someone admired a piece of art from afar, afraid that getting too close might ruin its beauty.

he noticed every little thing about you and god, he adored it all. most of all, he... loved you. so much.

you never realized how often he went out of his way just to be close to you. how he would adjust his pace to match yours when you walked together. how he always seemed to have your favorite snack on hand, pretending like it was just a coincidence and offered you some or gave them all to you.

how he memorized your coffee order, how he always stayed up late just to help you study and how he would make up excuses just to see you, pretending like he needed help with something when in reality, he just wanted to spend more time with you.

but you never noticed. and maybe that was for the best. because no matter how much he wanted to tell you, he was afraid. just like you, he was afraid that if he told you the truth, it would ruin everything. afraid that if you didn’t feel the same, your friendship would crumble and he would lose you completely. and losing you? that was the one thing he could never bear.

so he kept quiet. he buried his feelings deep, convincing himself that as long as he could stay by your side, that was more than enough. that he could live with the ache in his chest as long as he got to see you smile, as long as he got to hear your voice, as long as he could keep talking to you.

but now, standing here with you looking at him like that, he knew there was no more running away from the truth. it was out in the open now. and there was nothing he could do but finally, finally let his heart speak.

taking a deep breath, he finally spoke. “i’ve been liking you— no, loving you since... i don’t even know when”

your heart stopped.

he looked down at the notebook in his hands, his fingers tightening around it. “at first, i wrote this diary out of boredom. when i didn’t know what to do, i wrote it because you were my best friend. the closest person to me. who else would i write about? i was with you all the time and you were the one i always admired, the one i always looked at so i couldn’t help but write about you”

he let out a bitter chuckle. “but i didn’t realize that all i had been doing wasn’t because you were just my best friend. it was because you were more than that. it took me long enough to understand it too”

he finally looked at you. “but if you don’t like me back, i understand. really, i do. i won’t force you to feel the same way. i just... i just needed to say it because i couldn’t keep it in anymore” he paused then continued “if you don’t feel the same way, we can just forget this ever happened. i don’t want to lose you so we can just pretend i never said anything and—”

“sunghoon” you cut him off. you took a deep breath, your own emotions bubbling to the surface. “i like you too”

his eyes widened in shock. “what?”

“i like you too sunghoon. no, scratch that. i love you... too”

he stared at you, utterly speechless.

“i don’t even know when it started...” you continued “maybe it was when you walked me home every day and you didn't even complain about it. maybe it was when you always saved the last piece of my favorite snack for me even when you wanted it too. maybe it was when you stayed up all night helping me study even though you hated studying yourself. or maybe it was... when i realized that no matter what happened, you were always there for me. no matter how much i pushed you away, no matter how much i annoyed you, you never left. you were always there, sunghoon. and i think... i think that’s when i knew i loved you”

silence stretched between you. then he let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “we’re both idiots, aren’t we? how come we never noticed it before?”

you nodded with a smile on your lips. “yeah, the biggest ones”

a soft chuckle escaped him before he finally sat down next to you. “so... does this mean you’re mine now?” he asked teasingly.

you rolled your eyes playfully. “i’ve always been yours, idiot”

his lips curled into a soft smile. and in that moment, you knew, this was it. this was where you belonged. with him.

then he suddenly pulled you closer. “if you’ve always been mine” he whispered “then that means i get to do this”

before you could respond, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips making your breath hitch. you stared at him as he pulled away, stunned while he simply grinned.

“you’re ridiculous” you muttered though you couldn’t hide your smile.

“and you love me for it”

you sighed dramatically. “unfortunately”

he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “we really are idiots”

you nuzzled into his warmth, feeling your heart swell with joy. “yeah but at least we’re idiots together”

you couldn’t believe it. park sunghoon, your childhood best friend, the boy who had been by your side since you were little, the person you had been silently in love with for years felt the same way.

he had loved you too, all this time in the quiet ways you never noticed. he had spent years convincing himself that what he felt was one-sided, that confessing would ruin everything. but now, knowing that you loved him back, it felt like the weight he had been carrying for so long had finally lifted.

how many moments had he spent looking at you, memorizing every little detail, cherishing the time he had with you even if you never saw him the same way? and how many times had you caught yourself staring at him, wondering if he could ever look at you as more than just his best friend? it was funny, really. you both spent so much time worrying, overthinking, assuming the worst when in reality, you had always belonged to each other.

and you knew, in the end, it wasn’t the grand gestures or dramatic confessions that mattered most. it was these little things. the moments that seemed insignificant at the time but built something stronger than either of you had realized. the way love wasn’t just in the words spoken but in the actions that had been there all along.

the little things that matter...

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Instead of Dazai and Kunikida, Yosano and Ranpo are Atsushi’s mentors.

Atsushi trailing behind Ranpo as he heads to a case. He nervously directs him through the streets to where the police are waiting impatiently.

To his surprise, Ranpo conducts his investigation in a way to teach Atsushi. He explains things in simpler terms but not in a way that feels condensending.

Not the way the Headmaster would scold him for his mistakes. How he’d make Atsushi feel so small and afraid.

No Ranpo stands next to Atsushi like a guiding light.

He’s already figured it all out but he encourages Atsushi to try and put things together. Every incorrect answer is just another lesson. A gentle but firm nudge, letting him fail and be wrong.

All to guide him to the correct solution.

Atsushi’s confidence grows as Ranpo grins approvingly when he gets it right. Handing him a lollipop as a reward before dealing with the police.

No need to make him deal with these idiots just yet.

Ranpo sees in Atsushi all he could become and will make sure he reaches it. Does he see another lonely boy in a world full of monsters? Absolutely.

And he’ll never let him live that life alone. He also conducts his own separate investigation into Atsushi’s past. It’s one of the very few times in his life that Ranpo hates being right.

Yosano smiles to herself as Atsushi helps carry her bags. He’s so eager to please it’s as adorable as it is worrisome.

She grabs him some clothes of his own, gently but firmly convincing him he needs more than just his agency uniform.

Atsushi holds bandages in unsure hands as Yosano explains what needs to be done. In her hands is the cleaver that Atsushi refused.

One day maybe.

The screaming of the patient makes him shrink back. To his surprise, Yosano never scolds him for his hesitance. She smiles, warm and encouraging and lets him know he can leave whenever he wishes.

There’s no shame in that.

Somehow it’s that, that gives Atsushi the courage to continue. He wraps wounds as Yosano guides him through it. Her jokes here and there may have sounded cruel but Atsushi recognises their care.

It’s nothing like how he was raised.

Yosano sees in Atsushi a broken mirror. Shards of the child she had been, scared and alone. She offers him a hand and hopes that she can do right by him.

Just like her new family have for her.

It is that knowledge and the way Atsushi acts that unfortunately reminds her she was not the only one to suffer for her gift.

She would make them pay for it dearly.

[klonoadreams]

Now that everyone is awake and Malleus is jumpscaring Idia at the door, I just wanna yap about the fact that a lot of this really fucking adds up to why having severe abandonment issues spanning from WHILE IN THE EGG and then hatching is a serious issue and Lilia is not exempt from it either because he's been doing his god damn best, but there's still this distance he puts between him and Malleus WHEN YOU'RE HIS DAD TOO DAMMIT

Like the fucking dead dudes need to be exorcised, but Lilia, please, when you're teaching Malleus to cherish the transient lives of those around him with GaoGao, YOU HAVE TO ALSO EXPLAIN IT TO HIM.

Like it's a massive miscommunication that led to this situation because Malleus HATES being lonely. But also don't mind my AuDHD ass bringing up RSD cuz him reacting the way he did was that fucking feeling like someone was clawing your heart out at the idea that those closest to him were leaving him like that (abandoning him) WITHOUT HIM is peak rejection sensitive dysphoria doing its thing.

Legit, it's honestly sad, but this is very much the fucking Senate's fault overall, and I hope the consequences go entirely to them because Malleus is legit the equivalent of someone who just turned 18 and expected to be 100 percent mature, WHEN HE LITERALLY JUST TURNED 18 AND WILL BE LIKE THAT FOR A DAMN WHILE. It's like turning 18 in the states, but you're only legally an adult and can vote, but fuck if you can't drink nor do anything most other adults are capable of, like taxes, paying bills, and all that shit.

Throw in that elitist senate ripping a baby Malleus out of Lilia's arms, and then keeping the two away from each other, and you have the most horrifically stunted, traumatized person around who has yet to realize that there are better ways to cope.

Consequences be damned, I want Ace to talk some sense into Malleus and Lilia again like in endless halloween. GET THEIR ASS.

[alderhag]

For any people who are also parents, I am simply begging to not fold on this issue. That being said, we really absolutely need to crack down on the source of such fatigue for parents. As a mom myself, I’ve experienced this fatigue first hand. The nuclear family is unspeakably lonely and stressful, and this is only compounded by modern stressors affecting sahms and working mothers alike(the same for fathers). This is NOT NORMAL. THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS MEANT TO BE. We as a species are not meant to raise families like this and while there are particularly privileged people who can afford this arrangement(by outsourcing additional work to Nannie’s and daycares mind you…) it is a fundamental catastrophe in every regard to where many parents betray their own judgment and outsource the labor to the sinister convenience of technology. It simply cannot sustain itself and we are already facing dramatic consequences

Children need a lot of socialization. A LOT of different living beings and objects to interact with. Other children, other family members, other people in the community. Their development hinges on learning the ways of life hands on in the real world and experiencing real life as they will grow into active members of a community within their environment. The tablet provides none of this knowledge. It also affects their physical health in robbing them of physical exercise and straining their developing eyesight. It is completely abusive for the child as well as this isolation is for the parent. Families and communities need to come together to raise the children. Not YouTubers who are only interested in farming views for money. They do not care about your children and will exploit at all cost to retain viewership for profit

no offense but there is almost nothing in the world more shameful to me than letting your child be an ipad baby. I'm not saying parents don't have it hard, but I personally could not live with myself if I purposefully let my child get addicted to the technological equivalent of black tar heroin just because I'm too fucking tired to parent. literacy rates are at a record low right now -- partially because schools removed phonics from their curricula, yes, but also because fewer and fewer parents read to their children or encourage them to pick up a fucking book. you are allowing your child to emotionally and intellectually stunt themselves, and for what? I'm not saying kids shouldn't have any access to television or computers (they should, although particularly for computers I'd encourage one stationary PC in a computer room like we had in the 90's and 2000's), but no, your child should not have unsupervised, unlimited, unadulterated access to everything the web has to offer at the tender age of 6. or give them some age appropriate video games for god's sake. mario or spyro or SOMETHING. something other than tiktok and youtube. call me crazy for thinking that that's shit parenting. not to mention that by only giving them access to ipads and iphones that they don't know how to work actual computers anymore (go on, ask your 12 year old to open and save a file folder on your desktop, I dare you). a generation of shitty parents who have raised emotionally stunted low-attention-span illiterate incurious apathetic children who will very soon become an entire generation of illiterate incurious apathetic voters and consumers. that's another thing, too -- your children are constantly being advertised to and are being groomed to be relentless and uncritical consumers. your children are being preyed upon on multiple levels and you don't fucking care!! easier to call people giving you warnings "prudes" and "boomers" than actually think critically about your child and their future.

look I know parenting is hard. Unfortunately for you, your child didn't ask to be born, and it is nonetheless YOUR responsibility to raise them well and give them every fucking opportunity you can. and I am watching millions and millions of parents who could not give less of a fuck that they are actually materially disadvantaging their own children. im sick to my stomach for real.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 6!

and what a week it's been... idk about you all, but i'm very much looking forward to all the 8b spec fic after seeing That One Leak...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a graveyard in blue | moonlightmornings/@moonlight-mornings | 12.9k | GA

After a call goes south because of limited resources and an equipment malfunction, Eddie's brave move to rescue a young girl takes a nasty turn. i love how this captures the energy and vibe of a rescue!! genuinely feels straight out of an episode <3

and i'd do it over and over again | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.4k | E

Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions". oh when i tell you i savoured this one... such a wonderful fic that captures buddie's first time so so perfectly!! i love how their dynamic is written here <3

everything in between | simplyylupin | 2.1k | T

They’re quiet for a moment, mulling over the unsaid, and then Buck’s bringing his phone closer to his face, eyes squinting. “Are you naked?” the absolute codependency of these two <3 so good!!

hot ghost problems | ebjameston/@ebjameston | 40.9k | T

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. this was a reread! i was reminded of the magic system here and revisited it - can confirm that magic and ghosts and all that are so very good here, and i love the diaz siblings!!

i'll tell them put me back in it (and i would do it again) | paleredheadinascifi | 4.8k| T

Eddie doesn't know how to make his listening history private. Buck doesn't know what to do with the words in front of his eyes. Chris cannot believe he has to deal with either of them. the sheer brilliance of this concept... such a lovely look at the buckley-diaz dynamics! i was smiling the whole way through <3

it's golden, like daylight | rarakiplin/@hoediaz | 8.7k | T

“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?” such wonderful firefam dynamics!! i read this last week, i think, and already reread it this past week as well. a new favourite for sure <3

lonely little love dog | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 24k | M

When the 118 is closed for reconstruction after an earthquake, Buck is a floater for different stations around the city. He tries not to let it get to him. Much. this is such a fascinating look at buck's character!! and i LOVED the mara scene <3

parabola | semperama/@semperama | 4.6k | T

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” truly no fic captures the angst with a happy ending tag like this. also this fic is how i learned that there's a special ao3 tag for eddie's will, which sounds about right. anyway, point is, this is wonderful!!

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love | lemonzestywrites/@lemonzestywrites | 25.7k | E

After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise. a reread of one of my favourite fics <3 there's something about the intersection of smut and feelings realisation and introspection in this fic that just hits so very hard, it's lovely <3

the whale fall principle | fastcardotmp3/@fastcardotmp3 | 95.5k | M

Daniel Buckley lives, but he’s still deciding what that means. Maddie is having a baby, but it isn’t her husband’s. And Evan knows his purpose. Until he doesn’t anymore. okay so definitely heed the creator chose not to use archive warnings tag here (there are specific warnings in the chapter notes) but holy shit, this fic. genuinely the best buckley sibling dynamics i have read, like, maybe ever. such a wonderful eddie and chimney and everyone, and such gorgeous writing!! if this one sounds up your alley, you're in for a treat <3

to ebb and flow | akapeterman/@akapeterman | 5.1k | GA

buck is sick, eddie is worried, and christopher is an angel. they'll be okay. i've really been vibing with sickfics lately, can you tell? this is another lovely lovely fic, such great hurt/comfort/domestic fluff!!

wait for me to come home | written_promises | 1.9k | GA

Eddie comes back home to LA from Texas to find Buck waiting for him… in his bed. Because he’s been living in Eddie’s home. and eddie's bed is exactly where buck should be<3 so soft and sweet and beautiful!!

we return to each other in waves | cozycatwriter/@leon-trans-kennedy | 3.1k | GA

“Yes I do. Of course I do. You saved Chris and looked after him the best you could during a tsunami-and you’re still recovering from an embolism from having your leg crushed on the job. The least I could do is look after you and let you stay the night. Besides, Chris would want you to stay.” post-tsunami fics my beloveds <3 it genuinely makes me so happy to see new ones pop up, and this is truly an excellent one!! i love the bed-sharing especially!

you need a friendly hand (and i need action) | AmZamReads | 13.1k | E

Eddie picks up pottery as a hobby and accidentally blows up on Instagram for "accidentally" posting thirst traps of him throwing on the wheel. Buck stumbles across the account and immediately becomes obsessed with Eddie's hands, and horny shenanigans ensues. this fic makes me wish i could make pottery. i love eddie's pottery friends!! and a lovely buddie dynamic too <3

[bohemianblasphemy]

Can I help?

Castiel x fem! Reader

Sam and Dean have left for a case, leaving you to have a few quiet nights in the bunker by yourself- but your sleep schedule is out of wack, that is until Castiel checks in on you.

Contains: fluffy smut, oral (f! Receiving), doggy style, unprotected PinV sex, just kinda cute

A/N: damn this took me too long, I hope you enjoy! ✨

Sam and Dean had left for a hunt, leaving you to your own devices at the bunker. They were hesitant on bringing you with them -

Their claim of it being too dangerous for you- despite your stubborn protests as you had been on more than enough hunts with them before, the brothers weren’t having it.

As the old doors echoed, announcing the brother’s departure, The Men of Letters bunker turned into an eerie, quiet space. Looming walls that held so much history and mystery, an infinite amount of books to last a mortals lifetime.

Despite having the place to yourself, the first few nights made it difficult for you to sleep, the silence and loneliness making you toss and turn. Anything and everything you had tried to have a somewhat restful nights sleep didn’t make a lick of difference.

Another solitary night rolled around, the sun setting on the sequestered shelter. Dean had called to say they’d be back in a day or so, which brought on a sense of relief over your weary self- but it still meant that you had to endure a few more restless nights.

The shiny surface of the kitchen island had ingredients of your dinner scattered along it, slowing cleaning up as you waited for it to be ready to eat. You hummed softly and swayed along to the soft rock music playing from your speaker, acting as a distraction from the sound of silence that still echoed through the lonely halls.

Your tired, distracted mind didn’t comprehend the sound of fluttering wings- Castiel had manifested within the bunker, smoothing out his tan coat that he always wore- following the sound of music down the cold corridor.

As he turned the corner, his eyes fell on you- his icy blues watched as you danced around, cleaning the last spot of spilled food on the counter, the sound of your humming bringing a quirk of a smile to appear.

Cas always admired you; he’d encountered all kinds of beings in the many millennia he had been living, no one too different to catch his eye until he met you- someone that made him question all he’d ever known about humanity, an indent of his loyalty to the higher power.

“Hello.” Castiel’s distinct, unwavering tone standing in the door way, his hands smoothing out his coat.

The sudden interruption of your little dance party made you yelp in surprise, turning around to face where the disembodied voice was coming from.

When your eyes landed on cas, a shaking sigh of relief fell from your lungs- your heart still rapidly pounding.

“Dammit- cas, please knock next time…” you chuckled nervously as you put your hand on your chest, trying to ease your racing heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how else to announce my presence.” He stepped into the kitchen, watching as you served yourself a bowl of pasta.

“It’s okay, a knock will do for next time.” You were still turned away from him, trying to calm your nerves- not just from the adrenaline rush of being spooked, but cas’s presence made you on edge- he was an celestial being, a soldier of God, the object of your attraction... it felt wrong to have these certain feelings toward him but it was impossible to hold it back, like trying hold a door closed with your bare hands as a wild animal tried to force its way inside.

“What do I owe the pleasure of your company?” you turned and waltzed to the small dining table, sitting yourself down on one of the stools to dig into your dinner, your eyes followed as cas sat opposite you.

“Dean asked me to check on you, said something about you possibly ‘flying off the handle’, but I don’t remember ever you having a bicycle accident.” You chuckled at Castiel saying something like that, the idiom flying over his head.

“Figure of speech cas, I don’t own a bicycle. It means going a bit out of my mind, since I’ve been alone for a while without them.” Cas nodded at your explanation, seeming to understand deans words a little more.

It was silent between you two, except for the music continuing in the background and the clinking of your spoon on the ceramic bowl.

He stared you once more, the way you chewed and swallowed your food- the way you blew air on the steaming morsels upon your spoon before every bite.

“You right there angel?” You muttered, eyeing his gaze on your movements. He nodded. “I am fine, thank you for asking.” He didn’t pick up that you knew he was staring, not that you minded…

Another thing he noticed as you finished your meal was the multitude of yawning you did, sensing your sleep deprivation and exhaustion.

“You’re tired.” He noted, clasping his hands on the table in front of him. “You haven’t slept properly for the last few days.” It was like he was a behavioural analyst, and you were being profiled to filth.

“That obvious huh?” You took your bowl to the sink, him following close behind you as you washed your dishes. His eyes gazed at your hands and then back to your face, seeing every twitch and scrunch your facial muscles contorting into your expressions.

“You’re yawning a lot and your eye bags are slightly purple from the deprivation.”

Gee. Thanks Cas.

“You can be a little too honest at times, you know that?” You looked at him, your tone without malice.

“Honesty is good isn’t it?” He replied, tipping his head to the side. “Yes it is, it’s just-“ your body expelled another yawn, further proving his point.

“Why haven’t you slept?” He asked, watching as you dried your hands with a hand towel. You sighed softly, your tired pupils turned to his.

“It’s too… quiet. I thought I’d be okay but it’s just lonely.” You admitted. “I tried tea, meditation, magnesium - hell, I tried some army technique to fall asleep in one minute but I got bored.” You paused for a moment, looking at him again. “I don’t like being alone here…”

Castiel hummed in understanding, putting his hands in his coat pockets. He wanted to help, not liking that you were struggling to sleep, and on top of that being isolated from others.

“I can stay with you tonight.” His offer made the tips of your ears flush pink.

“I understand that you feel more comfortable with someone being here with you so, I’ll stay… if that’s what you wish of me.” He offered, his expression wasn’t as neutral as it had usually been, a small curl of his smile appearing.

“O-oh uh-“ you stuttered, your brain fizzled and the words failed you- the pink tinge on your ears moving down your face and neck as you continued to fumbled your words.

Castiel cleared his throat, about to turn on his heel as he wanted to conceal his own cheeks flushing. “Sorry that may not have been appropriate of me to offer, I can go if you’d rather-“

“No no- I want you to stay… please.” Your voice was soft, almost vulnerable as you reached for his wrist to keep him in place.

He turned back around to face you once again, seeing the need for a good nights sleep and something deeper than that- the soft twinkle in your eye had him detecting something more affectionate, which made his stomach fill with those hypothetical butteries.

All he did was nod in confirmation and give you a small smile. He watched as you yawned again, checking the time and seeing that it was starting to get late.

“I’m going to start to get ready for bed, um- did you wanna… go to my room? Settle in?”

Cas didn’t respond right away, his face going a little wide eyed. “If you’ll have me.” His stubbled cheeks were pink, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallowed his nerves.

“Of course I’ll have you…” you replied, letting go of his wrist to turn off the lights in the kitchen. “Cmon…” you stood in the doorway, watching as cas shuffled his feet along the hard floor after you. “You do know angels don’t sleep?” He walked along side you. “Yeah cas I know, it’ll still help knowing that you’re there..”

Castiel’s heart fluttered with those butterflies at your words, the thought of him helping you like this- being in such proximity to you in a very intimate way… heaven help him.

The pair of you reached your room in silence, the door closing behind you both with a loud bang that echoed the lonely corridors. “I’ll just get changed really quickly… do you mind turning around?”

“Of course.” He turns on the spot, facing the wall- standing as still as possible. The action made you giggle, thinking he looked like he go sent to stand in a corner for breaking a rule.

As you stripped yourself off and started to change into your oversized t shirt and pyjama shorts, Castiel’s mind raced of what you would look like, the sight of your bare skin and the curves of your body, how good you would feel under his fingers-

“You can turn around now…” as if he were under a spell he turned around, the heat pooling in his stomach as his eyes glazed over you…

“You look… comfortable.” He was trying so hard not to stare, but it was hard not to- the effortlessly beautiful human standing before him.

Smiling you nodded in agreement, moving over to the large bed in the corner- pulling the corner of your duvet to get under the sheets.

As you sat on the edge of the bed, you observed Castiel slip off his shoes, his tan coat and suit jacket laid flat on the desk chair to the side of him as he pulled his navy tie from his neck.

You peeled your eyes away, giving him the privacy to get himself changed. “Wait- cas do you even have clothes to change into?”

You looked up at him, your mouth parted in awe as Castiel stood before you in his white boxer shorts.

Seeing him like this, his torso on display- his near flawless skin, tufts of hairs along his chest and down past his navel… he was ethereal. “Is this okay? I can put my shirt back on if you’re not comfortable-“

“No no, that’s more than fine.” Your voice was soft, keeping watch as he came and sat by your side.

You both sat in silence for a moment, the faint sound of your breathing with his filling out the void of silence, the unresolved tension hanging over you two- practically begging for one of you to say something - anything to break it.

“Have you heard of um… pressure therapy?” You asked softly, your gaze falling to the small gap between you both. “What’s that?” He asked, his head falling to the side in curiosity. “I guess it’s like using your weight to relieve stress to the body and relax… like cuddling.”

“Are you wanting to cuddle with me?” Cas was straight to the point, no judgement or any undertone of malice. The blush of pink returned to your skin with a nod. “Lay down for me then.” He asked, seeing your body move to the furthest side of the bed where you normally slept, him following suit and lying down beside you.

There was still a small gap between you, it being extinguished as Castiel pulled you toward him. His arm wrapped around your waist, the grip just a tad too tight for you.

“Um Cas- a little too firm there…��� you chuckle, smiling softly at him. “O-oh, sorry...” He softened his grip and smiled amusingly, his arm loosening but still wrapped around your back.

You positioned yourself comfortably against Castiel’s chest- one hand curled into your chest whilst the other rested on his bicep- the warm skin radiating through your palm.

The pair of blue eyes before you gazed down at yours, the hand on your back slowly making patterns against the material of you- the sensation making you scoot closer to him, your own hand softly moving along his bicep.

“This is nice…” you whispered, your breath fanning across cas’s collar which caused a shiver to flow through his spine. He hummed in agreement, bringing his hand up now to your face- pushing a few loose strands behind your ear. “Really nice…” his voice became low, his fingers running through your strands of hair before massaging your scalp.

An involuntary breathy sigh fell from your lips, the sound making cas’s chest pound - wanting to hear it again as he continued to rub your sensitive scalp. Those sighs continued to leave your mouth, cas’s thoughts becoming more than sacrilegious.

Your mind wasn’t exactly creating innocent scenarios either. The fingers on his bicep tightened slightly as you moved even closer, your chest pressed up against his…

“You look beautiful…” he spoke lowly- leering down at your relaxed expression as the hand on your hair moved down your back, landing on your hip. “Y-you look beautiful too.” You chuckled at your attempt at a flirty compliment, only for it to fall not so gracefully. “Dammit…”

Castiel chuckled, finding it admirable, His thumb traced slow circles around your hipbone. He watched as your breath hitched- the line between keeping this moment soft and sweet, and downright sinful blurring as the growing desire built upon you two.

A small mumble of your name and a curled index finger under your chin brought your attention up to him, the once light blue now navy pupils boring into yours. His intense stare spoke so many words, the way they flicked between yours and your lips.

“Can I?” He whispered, that longing look in his eyes drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Your quick nod was all that was needed as he wet his lips and leaned forward- capturing your lips in a needy, warm kiss.

It was as if the world had ceased to exist around you, the way your lips moved along each other perfectly made time stand still. He rolled you onto your back, moving himself to settle between your legs and wrapping them around his hips.

Castiel pulled away from your lips, watching as you chased them for more. “You feel so good.” he grumbled, pressing his kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

You rejoiced in his kisses, accompanied by his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to feel the warmth of your stomach. “Wanna take it off?” You breathed as you gazed up at him. Castiel was enamoured with your flushed cheeks, plush lips and your hair sprawled out among the pillows- nodding as he pulled off your shirt, staring at your bare chest.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, starting to kiss down your chest- moving his mouth to mark your skin as he reached your breasts.

His mouth captured one of your hardened nipples, a hand raising up to pinch and grope at the other. You groaned his name, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth- feeling his teeth gently bite down on the peak of your breast. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you for so long.” You confessed. “You have no idea how much restraint I’ve had to endure to not put my hands on you…

“Can I keep going?” His voice had become husky, placing a wet kiss between your tits. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You demanded, earning a smirk from cas as he made his way further down your torso. His tongue ran down your stomach, leaving more wet kisses on your burning skin when he reached the top of your shorts.

Cas’s eyes flicked up, asking for your permission to take them off. When he witnessed your eager nod, his long fingers hooked under the elastic, pulling them down along your soft thighs.

“No underwear…” he groaned, seeing your bare pussy being revealed as he peeled off the pyjama shorts- the sheen of wetness on your core making his mouth water.

“All this for me?” The question quietly leaving his lips as he leaned his head forwards, nearing your glistening cunt. “All for you cas, only for you…”

“Only for me…” he repeated, no longer wanting to hold back as he connected his lips to your wetness, a hum of satisfaction as he tasted you for the first time.

The grip he had on your hips made it almost impossible to writhe amongst the sheets. His tongue weaving its way along your silken folds, flicking the tip of it against your sensitive clit to send shock waves up your spine- your back jolting off the mattress ever so slightly.

“Cas…” your mouth fell open as the call of his name like it was a prayer - making cas moan against your wetness. “That’s it… call out my name.” His words came out confidently, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking on it gently- hearing your whines echo through the air.

The quiver and twitching of your thighs around Castiel’s head indicated your release was near- your hips jolting as his tongue twirled that sensitive nub. “Fuck! Cas I’m gonna- gonna cum…” “Cum for me sweet girl… c’mon.” He listened as your breath hitched and your hands held his head in place, grinding yourself on his face as your orgasm washed over your body.

“C-cas…” you could only muster up his name, your chest rising and falling as stars filled your vision. Castiel’s grip on your hips loosened as he crawled up to come face to face with you. “Was that… good?” He asked almost too casually, as if he didn’t just gift you an absolutely mind blowing orgasm.

“You- you are incredible…” you muttered, sitting up slightly to capture his lips with yours. A hand snaked down his chest toward his achingly hard cock; squeezing his length softly. “Fuck…” he brooded, his hips involuntarily bucking up into the palm of your hand. “Your turn…” you whispered as you dipped your hand down his briefs.

“N-no…” he stopped you. “I can’t- I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck you.” He was almost begging for it, needing to bury his cock in you. You bit your lip again, pulling his cock out of his briefs.

“Please, fuck me… I need it, need you.” You were aching for him, slowly moving your hand along him. Cas closed his eyes in pleasure, before he flipped you over suddenly. “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve… and you deserve only the best.” He praised you, kissing the side of your neck before he kneeled behind you, pulling you hips up into the air as he prepared to take you.

With your face buried amongst the pillows, your ass arched up in the air you felt Cas traced himself along your slit before sinking himself into you- the air exhaling from his lungs as the walls of your cunt squeezed around his cock. “You feel- amazing…” he praised, slowly rocking into you.

A long, pleasured cry left your mouth once more as cas moved, his hips snapping into yours at a faster pace.

“Fuck me cas- please, go faster…” you trembled, arching your back further. Castiel groaned your name as his grip on your hips grew tighter as his thrusts became stronger, hitting that spot inside you; Your moans of his name and pleads of more filled his ear drums.

He was on absolute cloud nine; the sweetest side of heaven couldn’t compare to this moment with you, bringing you utmost pleasure.

The thrusts became more ragged and sloppy, the heat within his stomach reaching its boiling point- his deep groans turning into whines. “S-shit, im so close…” he uttered, your velvet walls constricting around him as you neared your second orgasm. “Fuck cas, cum inside me…” you pleaded, the pads of your fingers reaching for your clit to quicken your release.

Castiel heard your cries as your second climax fell through you, which helped him finally fall over the edge. “s-so good, so good for me…” his cum filling up your tight cunt deliciously with a whiney, lusty groan of your name and a shiver running through his body.

Your body shook as he filled you with hot cum, exhaustion and satisfaction being the only things you felt in that moment. Cas let out a soft moan as he pulled out of you, pulling your torso up to be pressed flush against his chest.

“You are… exquisite.” He praised you once more, turning your chin to the side so he could kiss your lips again, moving his lips to your neck as he wrapped his arms around your torso. “I could get addicted to you, Castiel.” You giggled, eyes fluttering closed as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m already there.” He whispered hoarsely, chuckling softly as he pressed a tender kiss to your temple.

“Let’s get you cleaned up hm?” He suggested as he observed you nodding. “Then I can finally get that good nights sleep.” You chuckled, seeing Castiel’s sweet smile form on his face.

“Yes, you’ll sleep well tonight…”

Tags: @bluemerakis

[railwolf91]

“So that leaves only one suspect. Isn't that right, Officer Reyes?” Paul accused Carlos in front of everyone in the staff lounge of the 126 firehouse.

The group snickered at Paul’s incredulous accusation while TK defended his man: “Come on, Paul. Take off the tinfoil hat. It wasn't Carlos.”

Everyone knew there was no way it could be Carlos, not sweet, innocent Carlos.

“He's right. It was me.” Carlos announced with a smirk and not a hint of guilt.

The group gasped in shock as TK struggled to process the betrayal by the saint of the group “ Babe .” TK gasped.

“I could say I thought it was community, but that would be a lie.” Carlos stated as he stared down Paul in the stare down of the century, “The truth is, I was peckish and I wanted pudding. And I didn't care whose pudding I had to take in order to get it.”  chuckling as he continued to walk towards Paul

“And you know what? It was delicious .”

“Monster!” Paul shouted, “You are a monster!”

This was how Carlos ended up tied up and blindfolded once again in the 126 firehouse staff room. Stripped of his uniform, his gorgeous tan skin shimmered under the warm glow of the overhead lights, the oil on his body accentuating every sculpted curve and angle. His broad chest, perfectly defined with tight, chiseled muscles, rose and fell with shallow breaths. Each ridge of his abs looked like it had been carved by a master sculptor, leading the eye down to his narrow waist.

His thighs were thick and powerful, every muscle taut and defined, hinting at the strength that lay beneath. His firm, round ass was an undeniable centerpiece, almost glowing under the light, framed exquisitely by the red ropes that hugged his body with sinful precision. The crimson silk blindfold wrapped delicately around his eyes and the vivid red rope encasing his wrists contrasted beautifully against his golden skin, making him look like a living masterpiece—vulnerable yet commanding all at once.

“Uh, guys,” Nancy said, her voice hesitant but cutting through the heated atmosphere. Her gaze lingered for a moment too long, drinking in the breathtaking sight before she forced herself back to reality. This was... a lot. First off, Carlos was their friend. Second, he was TK’s fiancé.

“Isn’t this kinda... you know... unfair to Carlos?” she asked, though the words came out weaker than she intended.

Not that she could really complain. If she was honest, Carlos and TK’s relationship had been the centerpiece of more than one private daydream ever since she’d worked to get the two of them back together after Carlos’s house burned down. There was something magnetic about the two of them together—not just because they were both impossibly good looking, but because of the way they moved around each other, as if pulled together by fate, it was kinda romantic if she was honest.

The way TK’s hands would linger on Carlos, the way Carlos’s eyes light up every time he looked at TK.

Still, this? This was... unconventional, even for them.

TK grinned at her, one of his big stupid grins that lit up the room as he placed his hand on the small of Carlos’s bare back. “Babe, can you tell Nancy what color you’re at?”

Carlos groaned, looking up at the ceiling, or at least he would be if not for the blindfold.

“Babe, Nancy is going to worry that we’re assaulting you if you don’t speak up.”

Carlos bit his lip again, his cheeks going a dark red as Paul crossed his arms. “Alright then team, untie him…”

“Wait...wait”, Carlos said, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Fine, Green, I’m at Green.”

“Good boy,” TK murmured, his tone warm and soothing as he rubbed circles on Carlos’s back, grounding him.

Okay, so Carlos was okay with this, which was reassuring. Except…

“Wait, I’m sorry, but this opens up a whole new can of worms,” Nancy said, breaking the moment as her gaze flickered around the room, landing on a mix of confused and expectant faces. “It’s just—Carlos is TK’s fiancé, and he’s, well, naked, tied up, and oiled in front of everyone?”

Carlos’s head dipped, his voice barely audible. “She thinks I’m a slut.”

The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them freezing the room in an awkward silence. Nancy’s face crumpled, regret washing over her. She hadn’t intended to imply anything, but hearing it spoken aloud—especially from Carlos himself—hit differently.

“Hey, hey, not at all, babe.” TK’s voice was immediate, gentle yet firm as he cupped Carlos’s face in his hands, forcing those dark, beautiful eyes to meet his own. “You’re not a slut. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” His tone softened, full of love, before his gaze turned sharp and protective as he addressed Nancy. “What we do here doesn’t change who Carlos is. He’s still the most incredible, thoughtful man—and the best damn cop in Austin, period.”

Paul, seated nearby, nodded solemnly, adding weight to TK’s words. “Carlos just needs a space to let go completely—to be ruined—but only with people who understand and respect that. No one here is crossing any lines, Nancy. You know that.”

Nancy exhaled, her tension easing as she nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...um, well..."

Marjan placed a reassuring hand on Nancy’s arm. “Come with me,” she said, guiding her toward the ambulance bay. “We’re out of lube anyway, and I can explain some important things while we grab more.”

While Marjan lead Nancy away to explain the situation, Paul and TK knelt down beside Mateo, who had both hands shamelessly groping Carlos’s firm ass

“Any dessert here?” Paul asked, his tone casual but laced with mischief.

TK chuckled, his grin wide. “You know there is, Paul.”

Mateo’s eyes sparkled as his grin turned wicked. “All I know is there’s a whole lot of cake right here,” he said, giving Carlos ass a playful squeeze. “And I’m dying for a taste.”

As Mateo said that, he leaned in, burying his face between Carlos's asscheeks. His tongue swiped across the tight, puckered hole, drawing a sharp gasp from Carlos' lips.

"Fuck, yes," Carlos hissed, arching back into the sensation. “Fuck, god, please….”

“I think he likes it,” TK said, his tone smug as he watched Mateo eat his partner's tight pink hole, as Carlos whimpered and moaned under the impact of Mateo’s tongue, twisting and pulling against his restraints as TK's hand slowly made it way up Carlos's chest to just gently wrap around Carlos's neck, applying just enough pressure for Carlos to be aware it was there, but not enough to hurt him.

“Yeah, I wonder if he likes it as much as he enjoyed my last pudding cup,” Paul grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Carlos, the sight of Carlos enjoying himself was almost unbearable given Officer Reyes' heinous crime - Paul had been looking forward to that pudding cup. “This is supposed to be a punishment , TK.” Paul reminded, with a sharp smack to Carlos’s asscheek. 

Squeezing Carlos's neck gently, TK leaned forward to whisper in his ear "Did you hear that babe, you've been a bad bad boy."

Meanwhile Marjan was enjoying explaining the situation to Nancy.

Nancy leaned against the side of the ambulance, her arms crossed as she watched Marjan with a thoughtful frown. She tapped a finger against her chin, her expression sceptical. “I don’t know, I always thought Carlos was, you know… confident . He seems so sure of himself most of the time, if anything I would of thought it would of been, you know, uh TK that um…”

“Oh I know,” Marjan giggled, “Right, like Carlos definitely puts TK in place, probably with cuffs, he might even use the baton.”

Nancy blushed at the thought, although honestly, she had pictured it before. If she was brutally honest, in the middle of their stupid breakup over the loft she had, maybe, thought to herself that all Carlos needed to do was rail the bitch out of TK.

In fact, if she was a little too honest, she may have pictured a scenario where Officer Reyes would storm into the firehouse, demanding to see TK. Bratty TK would sulk up to him, and Carlos would rip the shirt off TK in a heartbeat before turning him around, bending him over the firetruck and claiming him right there.

Her mind wandered as she remembered her favourite scenario:

Carlos strode into the firehouse with purpose, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on his target. "TK!" he called out, his deep voice echoing through the building.

TK looked up from where he had been talking to some of the other firefighters, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Carlos? What are you doing here? We are broken up and I don't want to see you"

The 126 firehouse would gasp, like it was a soap opera.

Carlos wouldn't respond, simply striding over to where TK stood. The other firefighters would watch in stunned silence as Carlos grabbed TK by the front of his shirt and yanked him closer. "I'm here to claim what's mine," Carlos growled like he was in a 1950's movie.

Before TK could even react, Carlos would rip his shirt open, sending buttons flying over the fire station floor. The scent of TK's cologne and sweat hit Carlos's nose and he inhaled deeply, a hunger stirring in his gut. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned, pushing TK towards the firetruck.

TK stumbled but quickly regained his footing, his eyes wide. "Carlos, we can't-"

His words were cut off as Carlos spun him around and shoved him face first against the side of the truck. "Shut up and hold on tight," Carlos commanded, his voice rough and manly. He grabbed both of TK's wrists and pinned them above his head with one large hand, using his other to yank down TK's pants and briefs in one rough motion.

TK gasped as the cool air hit his bare ass but it quickly turned into a moan as Carlos kneaded the firm globes of his cheeks. "Fuck, you've got the best ass," Carlos praised, giving one cheek a hard smack. He followed it with another on the other cheek, grinning as he watched them jiggle.

"Please Carlos, not here," TK whimpered weakly even as his hips pushed back.

"Too bad," Carlos said, spreading TK open with his thumbs to expose his tight pink hole. He spat on it before pressing a finger in, working TK open with ruthless efficiency.

TK's cock was fully hard now, drooling precum on the floor as Carlos finger fucked him open. "Gonna fuck you so good," Carlos promised, pulling his fingers away and replacing them with the thick head of his cock. With one hard thrust he sank balls deep into TK's perfect ass.

"Oh god!" TK cried out, not caring about the audience anymore, lost to the sensations of being so suddenly and thoroughly claimed by Carlos.

Carlos set a brutal pace, pounding into TK's ass like a man possessed. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "Take it, take my cock," Carlos grunted, his hips slamming against TK's ass. "Gonna fill this ass up, make you mine."

TK could only moan and take it, his cock leaking steadily as Carlos used his body. 

"That's it, fuckin' take it," Carlos snarled. His fingers dug into TK's hips hard enough to bruise as he chased his pleasure, determined to mark every inch of TK.

After a few more deep thrusts, Carlos came with a loud groan, painting TK's insides with his release. He collapsed over TK's back, hips twitching as he rode out his high.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. Finally, Carlos pulled out and tucked himself away. "We're not done," he said, giving TK's ass a pat before throwing the naked paramedic over his shoulder and carrying him out to his patrol car.

The whole 126 fire station would clap as they left.

The next day, TK would walk into work, and Nancy would ask him how things were, and he would admit that he and Carlos were back together...

It would have been better for both of them than TK almost dying (again) in a lake and less stressful on everyone; poor Tommy had blamed herself for weeks and months afterwards. 

Okay, TK probably would have still fallen in the lake and almost died. He was a magnet for near-death experiences. 

Marjan, perched on the edge of the ambulance step, chuckled—though the sound came out more like a snort, which brought Nancy back to reality.

"Do I want to know what you were just thinking of?" Marjan asked with a knowing smile as Nancy played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about, Marjan."

"Ah ha, sure", Marjan replied with a smirk, “Anway, Don’t get me wrong. As TK said, he’s still Carlos. But there are definitely… layers.” She gestured vaguely with her hand as if those layers were floating in the air. “It’s just that when it comes to certain types of people—people in positions of authority—he gets a little… different.”

Nancy raised a sceptical eyebrow again, this time tilting her head. “Different, how?”

Marjan gave her an incredulous look, as if she couldn’t believe Nancy hadn’t noticed. “Seriously, Nance? You’ve never picked up on how submissive he can be around powerful people? Like, come on.”

Nancy blinked, clearly taken aback. “Submissive? Carlos? Are we talking about the same Carlos Reyes?”

Marjan rolled her eyes dramatically, leaning forward. “Yes, that Carlos Reyes. Look, he’s not falling over himself but think about it. Put him in a room with a commanding officer or even Captain Strand, and suddenly he’s all ‘yes, sir,’ ‘no, ma’am,’ head lowered like he’s waiting to get it bitten off.”

Nancy paused, replaying interactions in her mind. “I mean… maybe? But that’s just professionalism. He’s a cop. That’s how they’re trained.”

“Sure,” Marjan said, drawing the word out with a knowing smile. “But it’s not just professionalism. It’s like he has this instinct to defer to people who radiate authority. It’s subtle, but once you see it, you can’t unsee it .”

Nancy squinted as if trying to make sense of what Marjan was saying. “You think it’s… a personality thing? Or is this, like, a deeper… I don’t know, psychological thing?”

Marjan shrugged, leaning back against the ambulance. “Could be both. TK mentioned something once about Carlos and his dad, right? Maybe growing up with a guy like Gabriel Reyes set some precedent in his mind. Who knows? All I’m saying is, he’s got some stuff to work through in that department.”

Nancy considered this for a moment, then smirked. “So what you’re saying is, Mr Perfect, might have a few cracks in the old armour.”

“Exactly.” Marjan grinned. “But hey, don’t we all? Besides, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. TK clearly doesn’t mind, and Carlos is still Carlos.”

As Marjan selected a bottle from the stash, Nancy broke the silence. “So… if this is about ‘ruining’ Carlos,” she said hesitantly, “am I supposed to, like, call him a dirty little…?”

Marjan laughed, the sound loud and rich in the quiet of the ambulance bay. “Oh, no, no, no. TK would kick you out faster than you could dial 9-1-1 if you tried that.” She shook her head, a playful grin softening her words. “Listen, when Carlos is in that headspace, sure, he might let you say that stuff, but that’s not the vibe here. TK’s all about positivity—affirming, rewarding. It’s good boy, great job, well done. Nothing degrading or cruel. Ever. From what I understand, Carlos has never had a chance to let his guard down, and TK doesn't want to take advantage of it.”

Nancy nodded slowly, digesting the information. “Got it. Positive vibes only.”

Marjan’s expression turned more serious as she placed the lube in Nancy’s hand. “Exactly. And while we’re clearing things up, let’s talk about my role here. I watch, Nancy. That’s it. No touching. That’s a personal boundary for me because of my faith. I’m here for support and to keep things safe, but I don’t physically participate.”

Nancy’s brows furrowed slightly. “Because of your faith?”

Marjan nodded. “Yeah, it’s about honoring what I believe while still being here for my friends. It’s a balance, but one I take seriously.”

She glanced at Nancy, her tone softening again. “Look, everyone has their own boundaries and reasons for being here. The important thing is that we all respect each other, understand the rules, and keep this a safe space for Carlos, and everyone. That’s what matters most.”

Nancy took a deep breath, feeling a bit steadier. “Okay. Thanks, Marjan. I think I get it now.”

Marjan smiled, giving her a light nudge toward the door. “Good. Now, let’s get back before they think we’re using the lube.” Marjan gave her a cheeky wink, causing Nancy to blush. She knew the firefighter side of the 126 was a bit more risque, but this was full-on, even by their standards.

Making their way back to the staff room, where Carlos remained on full display in the middle of the room, hands bound above him to the roof, legs spread, cock hard.

“We should call him ‘community property’,” Paul said proudly, repeating Carlos’s words from earlier as his hand teased and tugged on the cop's hard cock, tugging just hard enough to keep him on edge but not hard enough for Carlos to get off as Carlos panted and begged for more.

Nancy looked at Mateo, who looked a tad guilty. “I haven’t been involved in any of these sessions since we hooked up, I promise” At Nancy’s further look, Mateo gave her a small, guilty smile. “But I have missed it; I mean, look at him.”

Nancy did look at him; Carlos looked like a goddamn model, shining under the fluorescent light,. Unfortunately, the blinds had to be closed, preventing natural light from coming in.

His chest was gorgeous, like it had been hand sculpted by the angels, his nipples perky and begging to be pinched while his cock, was beautiful, hard and purple. 

“Okay,” Nancy said, “So Carlos ate Paul's pudding so he could get punished?”

“Yes,” the group answered in unison, their voices drowning out Carlos’s faint but adamant “No.”

Nancy’s hands glided over Carlos’s chest, her fingers skillfully twisting and tugging at his sensitive nipples, drawing helpless moans from his lips. Behind him, Mateo knelt, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around Carlos’s entrance, his touch maddeningly gentle and teasing - just enough to keep Carlos’s cock rock hard and leaking precum as TK knelt down next to his naked finance. 

It didn’t take a rocket genius to work out TK’s plan, and to be fair, Nancy thought if her partner’s cock looked as tasty and neglect as Carlos did, she would do the same thing - and clearly Paul could see where this was going.

“TK,” Paul warned, his tone stern but now tinged with amusement rather than anger, “this is supposed to be a punishment , remember?”

In response, TK let out an actual whine, his pout almost childlike in contrast to the heat of the moment. Paul rolled his eyes and shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Fine, go ahead,” he relented.

Without a moment's hesitation, TK took his fiancé’s rock-hard cock into his mouth, his lips wrapping around him with practiced ease despite Carlos's impressive size. Carlos gasped sharply, his body arching as TK’s skilled mouth worked him over. In seconds, the moans spilling from Carlos’s lips turned into needy whimpers, his resolve melting under the onslaught.

TK bobbed up and down on Carlos's cock before teasing Carlos's cock head, purple and engorged as TK's hands gently massaged his partners full balls.

If she thought Carlos looked broken before, it had nothing on him now, whimpering and begging under TK’s deep-throating skills, she could probably ask anything right now and Carlos would agree without a second thought, all his brain power being drained by the assault on his senses. 

Behind him, Mateo had finished his rimjob, looking at Carlos's slick hole with a pride she normally only saw when he had cleaned the firetrucks before he slid a finger deep into Carlos’s tight hole, his movements deliberate and teasing, coaxing soft cries with every motion as his fingers teased Carlos’s prostate.

If someone had told Nancy that she’d be getting turned on while watching her boyfriend finger-fuck their colleague’s undeniably hot fiancé in the lunchroom, she would’ve slapped them. Yet, there she was, unable to tear her eyes away.

Paul’s return broke the moment, drawing all eyes to him. In his hand, he held a bright pink dildo coated in something brown.

“What the hell is that?” Marjan asked, her head tilting in disbelief.

TK momentarily released Carlos’s cock with a loud pop, glancing up with curiosity.

“It’s chocolate pudding,” Paul said matter-of-factly. “Since he ate my last one, I figured he could share.”

Marjan raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “It looks like something else, though…” She turned her head to defer to TK.

“Yeah, Paul, I’m sorry, I’m not going to let you make Carlos suck clean a dildo covered in brown stuff, even if it is chocolate.” TK intervened. 

Paul’s shoulders sagged slightly, a look of disappointment crossing his face. Marjan’s expression softened, and she smiled gently. “Come on, Paul, there’s some whipped cream in the fridge. That would look way more appropriate—and a lot less questionable.”

“To be fair,” Nancy chimed in, her voice playful as her nails traced light patterns down Carlos’s chest, making him shiver, “it would. And let’s be honest, it’d be a hell of a lot hotter.”

Paul grunted in annoyance but grabbed the dildo from the kitchen counter and headed to the sink to wash it thoroughly with warm water, complaining about the loss of a second pudding cup. Once clean, he reached for the can of whipped cream, spraying a heavy coat of the sweet, fluffy topping all over the toy's surface until it was fully covered.

Turning back to face Carlos, Paul held up the now dessert-drenched dildo. "You want pudding, Officer Reyes?" he asked sternly as Carlos merely moaned in response, the 126 team watching closely. "I hear you enjoy eating other people's puddings."

Moaning wasn’t enough for Paul; he and TK always demanded full, proper answers from their good boy.

“I said, do you want pudding, Officer Reyes?” Paul repeated, firmer as Carlos nodded.

"I..." Carlos swallowed hard, his voice strained. "Yes, please, Firefighter Strickland," he managed to get out.

Paul stepped closer, the dildo now a lurid, sinful treat. "Then open up and clean this dildo off then," he commanded firmly.

Carlos parted his lips, taking the pink cream-covered dildo into his mouth. He began to suck and lap at it eagerly, his tongue swirling around to lick up every last trace of whipped cream. It was borderline pornographic, Nancy thought to herself - Carlos tied up, blindfolded, servicing a sex toy like the good boy he was.

Fuck, if that was how he blew TK then he could see why TK put a ring on it at 03:18 in the morning - fuck, Nancy wasn't sure how they got out of bed every morning.

Paul pulled the now clean dildo out of Carlos's mouth, letting the pink plastic head sit on his bottom lip, “how did that taste, Officer?”

“It was delicious”, Carlos replied, but gone was his cocky, slightly arrogant tone replaced by a more polite tone.

Mateo, still kneeling by Carlos's ass, winked at Nancy before he pressed his two fingers hard on Carlos's prostrate, causing the cop to twitch uncontrollably as he moaned before Paul started to mouth fuck him with a dildo.

Nancy looked over at a smirking TK who was leaning against a sofa watching the show, their eyes locked and TK grinned widely. “It’s fucking hot, huh?”

Sometimes, Nancy forgot TK was a New York gay, the stories she had heard of Manhattan Gay Clubs....

There was a noise, and Nancy was impressed at how quickly the team moved, Marjan and Mateo holding up a firefighter jacket - it wasn’t enough to hide Carlos, but it at least covered him as Captain Strand and his girlfriend Kendra stood there.

Kendra looked shocked for a moment before looking to Captain Strand, who took it in his stride. “Paul, we need you.”

Paul sighed, putting down the toy before patting Carlos’s face gently. “Till next time.” 

Paul, Owen and Kendra disappear until Owen reappears, “You’re all meant to be cleaning, not milking my future son-in-law, damn it, something you need to take care of yourself.”

Nancy gaped in disbelief as Owen roughly grabbed hold of Carlos's stiff cock. He began pumping it vigorously, his hand a blur as he worked the shaft. "Come on, Carlos. I don't have all day. Cum for me, boy."

Carlos flushed a deep crimson as Owen jerked his head towards Mateo. "Get the badge ready."

Mateo scrambled to obey, positioning the badge just in time. Carlos let out a strangled groan as his cock twitched and pulsed in Owen's grip. Thick ropes of pearly cum splattered across the metal, with a few errant drops landing on the floor.

"Clean your badge, don't miss a spot," Mateo ordered as he raised the cum covered badge to Carlos's mouth, which Carlos licked it clean, his tongue working over the ridges and along the leather.

“How clean is the floor?” Owen asked looking down at the few drops of cum that missed the badge as TK stepped forward to put his hand on the small of Carlos's back. 

“Dad,” TK warned as Marjan shook her head to kill any suggestion that Carlos could clean it up with his tongue. “Nowhere near clean enough; I’ll mop it up later, Cap.”

“Good,” Owen replied, nodding in approval. “I don’t want my son-in-law getting sick. What do you say, Carlos?”

“Thank you, Captain Strand,” Carlos said softly, his voice steady but faintly strained.

Owen gave a satisfied nod, his grin both warm and slightly teasing. “Good boy,” he said with a chuckle before his tone shifted back to an authoritative cadence. “Now, remember, just because I’m away doesn’t mean you all get to slack off. You’ve got jobs to do, and I expect them to be done to my standards. No excuses.”

He swept a pointed look around the room, his gaze landing on TK, who was standing beside Carlos, his hands busy undoing the bindings that had held his fiancé in place. TK didn’t bother hiding the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced up at his father.

“Sorry, Dad,” TK quipped, his tone light and full of mischief. “You’re not my Captain; besides, I’m a little preoccupied at the moment.” He turned his attention back to Carlos, his expression softening as he focused on the task at hand.

Owen rolled his eyes but didn’t press the point, choosing instead to leave the room to catch up with Paul and Kendra on their mission to prove her innocence. 

As the door clicked shut, TK shifted closer to Carlos, his hands gentle as he worked on untying the binds that held Carlos’s hands above his head. “Such a good boy,” TK murmured, his voice low and soothing, a stark contrast to earlier. 

Carlos sagged, his body giving in as TK caught him, steadying his weight effortlessly. Marjan gave Nancy a nudge and whispered, “This is their time now. TK always takes care of Carlos after... you know. Usually, I grab them a bottle of water, maybe blue Gatorade, and a cookie before giving them space.”

Nancy followed Marjan’s lead, stepping back as TK gently carried Carlos to the couch. Settling into the cushions, TK cradled his fiancé close, his arms wrapping around him protectively. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles over Carlos’s back, and Carlos instinctively curled into the embrace, drawing comfort and warmth from TK’s steady presence.

Nancy watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips before her own desires took over. Turning, she grabbed Mateo by the wrist, her grip firm and insistent.

“I need you. Now,” she said, her voice low and urgent, her body already aching with need. Without waiting for a response, she led him toward the bathrooms, the wetness in her groin needing urgent attention. 

"Great" Marjan said to herself, looking around the now abandoned room, "I guess it's just me left to tidy this place up before Cap gets back, go 126 huh."

Who ate Paul’s last pudding?

This is forever one of the funniest scene of Tarlos and 126! 😆

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ཐི TABLE OF CONTENTS ཋྀ

✰ BELIEVING IN THE LAW ✰

✰ “AND WHO AM I? BETTER THAN YOU” ✰

✰SELF CONCEPT; BE NARCISSISTIC, THE GOSSIP GIRL WAY✰

✰ YOUR WAY IS THE RIGHT WAY & THE ONLY WAY ✰

✰ SPIRALS ARE ONLY FOR STAIRCASES ✰

p.s. psssst!! hey “void” worshippers, this is also for you. so read it. To everyone, take a day off to let all this information settle, it’s quite a lot!!

Welcome back Upper East Siders.

It’s often said that, no matter the truth, people see what they want to see. Some people might take a step back and find out that they’ve been looking at the same big picture all along. Some people see that their lies have almost caught up to them. Some people may see what was there all along.

But because you’ve fallen to submission, chances are that you’re blinded from the things that are right in-front of you. I’d call you legally blind but it’s a different type of law that you’re breaking.

Talk about secrets of the universe, but you’re living proof that knowledge doesn’t always mean wisdom, and that money can’t buy style, or class.

And if there’s one thing we all know about fashion, it’s that before putting an article of clothing on, you have to take one off, usually with the intention of putting another one back on. Or you’ll end up looking like a complete mess! or under your best friend’s BF! I hope S is taking notes…but even the biggest superstars need a stylist. And luckily for you, I have a friend who’s into fashion, and not just any fashion, high fashion, Little J, come out, come out wherever you are…

Oh wait! Almost lost track of my endless talents but i’m also great at fashion, and i’m simply just better. You can go back to crashing runways little J, and also just…running away.

✰ BELIEVING IN THE LAW ✰

First of all, I want you to know that all your dreams are possible and very easy. So this is for those doubtful upper east siders who forgot that the law of assumption is actually real, and not some joke made up by teenagers online.

Spend some time going through my law of assumption proof gallery to help clear your doubts in the law -> CLICK ME!

Now that you’ve boosted your faith in the law of assumption, of course you can believe 99%, but you’re going to have to fill that 1% on your own, through your own success.

✰ “AND WHO AM I? BETTER THAN YOU” ✰

Do you understand the law of assumption? -> CLICK ME

And do you understand who you actually are? Cause when someone asks, your only response should be “god”. -> CLICK ME

So how does “the void state” & “reality” work? In your favour, as usual -> CLICK ME

✰SELF CONCEPT; BE NARCISSISTIC, THE GOSSIP GIRL WAY✰

Spotted: Lonely boy’s rude awakening. Upper East Side Queens arent born at the top. They climb their way up in heels, no matter who they have to tread on to do it. Now what to wear with those heels…

Well, we hear narcissism’s in fashion, and rumour has it, she’s here to stay. But as I said before, putting a new outfit on requires taking the other off, and I ask disrespectfully, WHAT is that outfit!? You need a serious makeover! -> CLICK ME

A wise woman once said, the most dangerous enemies are the ones we never knew we had. And then there are those assumptions you never knew you held.

Now that you know why you kept failing previously, it’s time for your new self concept! And your permanent self concept. I promise, you’ll never fail again. You can’t do something impossible like failure. And since you understand the law and who you are (I AM) you know that failure simply isn’t possible.

What to wear? Failure? No. Narcissism. She looks much better on you anyway. Choose to wear the ugly outfit? Well I’ve got a friend on cyberspace who knows exactly what to do. And those flashes of clicked pics definitely aren’t coming from the paparazzi.

But I know, I know. “Narcissism” Isn’t that a bad thing? Not when it comes to being who you want. And all I mean is putting yourself on the highest pedestal. You’re going to completely fall in love with yourself, by becoming your desired self. That includes you void worshippers! Stop being submissive to the outer self. You dictate her, not the other way around. You’re going to be your desired self who has their dream life, no matter what. You’re above everyone and everything! Narcissistic, I like it.

First of all, remind yourself of what your dream life is and who you’re going to dedicate yourself to being. All good? Perfect! So here’s your new self concept & reminders to self -> CLICK ME

With this, what you’re going to do, is make your own personalised self concept guide. The one i’ve given you is only generalised to everyone’s use. I’ve given “directions” on where to add your own ideas, but don’t remove my ones because they’re extremely important and shouldn’t be ignored!! To make your own personalised self concept guide, just copy & paste the text on the template, and add your own ideas to your heart’s content, and decorate it to your liking & aesthetic. No harm in making it look pretty. Use pretty colours, pretty pics of your dream life etc. I recommend making yours on either notion, or tumblr. If you do end up making yours on tumblr, make it a private & pinned post so that you’ll see it on your front page and remember to come back to it. The only time you should ever open tumblr is to view your self concept guide or this post or the other ones i’ve made!!

Get into the state of being your desired self. Because that IS you. Embody your new self concept. Relish in it. Love it. You are going to fully immerse yourself into your new self concept. Finally, once and for all, be the real you. She’s been waiting for you.

✰ YOUR WAY IS THE RIGHT WAY & THE ONLY WAY ✰

A lot of upper east siders have been wondering. “What’s the right way to manifest?” Your way. Your way and only your way. Whatever you want is the right thing to do. You should already understand that from “enter the god state” post. That’s why it’s important that you personalise your own self concept guide!! YOU make the rules!

I hope you like the self concept template i’ve given you, and now you’re going to embody your dream self.

✰ SPIRALS ARE ONLY FOR STAIRCASES ✰

Need a wake up call? CLICK ME! They don’t call New York “the city that never sleeps” for nothing.

The purpose of the self concept guide and why it’s so important is to stop you from spiralling. Need guidance? Go back to the self concept guide and remind yourself of who you are.

Also, I have a post that really helps with spiralling. Come back to this every time you feel like spiralling -> CLICK ME

And don’t forget upper east siders, if you won’t do it out of love, do it out of spite. And you’re going to be bitch, at-least do it the right way. You’re the boss. The devil doesn’t wear submission, she wears prada, oh!- and narcissism. XOXO

- gossip girl

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[erinwantstowrite]

I want your opinion, so I have a tiktok account where I frequently make videos about LoF and other marvel/dc related content (@tonystarkstwin) and I recently made a video saying jaytim was weird, basically it was a parody of the sound from frozen “i mean it’s crazy, what! we finish each others… sandwiches! …the fuck” and i made it like “i mean it’s crazy we both ship tim with a noncannon ship, yeah! jason, the fuck?” watch the video idk if that makes sense 😭

anyway i have gotten a few comments saying that i “need to respect fandom spaces” and if don’t like something, i shouldn’t make post about it

which i would agree with if i was hating on an individual creator, or a specific fic, or a ship that ya know, wasn’t insect?? but i wasn’t doing that

but also i wanted your opinion because you have talked about batcest and fandom spaces before and i want to know if i was in the wrong for just making a silly video…

i saw that post!! i completely agree with you. and those comments can go to hell <3

in all seriousness, you did nothing wrong. you have every right to talk about your opinion on something. you didn't call out anyone specific, you just said your opinion. you weren't calling for censorship, you were calling out how insane that is. you can go and say over and over again how disgusting, vile, disturbing, nasty, and downright horrific shipping an incest ship is, and how people who do ship it are unwelcome on your page because they are illiterate fucks with no prospects in life that will never know the love of another human being without perverting that relationship, and who will die lonely deaths, rotting in their casket and stinking that up as much as they stink up their everyday lives.

they have the right to block you and continue being delusional shit stains (and i'm talking the kind of people who, if they were rats, would carry the plague). and YOU have every right to make them uncomfortable with being in YOUR space. they obviously have no concept of boundaries or human interaction, so don't worry if they miss the message as much as they miss the meaning of a platonic or familial bond, they'll probably be so incensed that you dared to have a brain in your skull that wasn't made of styrofoam that they'll comment on your page. they'll show you who they are and you can block them.

remember folks: you have every right to speak your opinion as long as you are not harassing anyone individually or asking for censorship of a platform (because censorship will eventually lead to harming us, too). and if they're so mad about that, they can block you, just like they seem to block out the little voice in their heads that tells them they know what they're doing is weird, which causes them to lash out at other people instead of taking accountability and going to therapy.

no, you do not have to make space for pedophiles or incestuous, nauseating freaks.

we are representing ourselves and our fandom spaces every time we make a post, comment, etc. which is why it's important that we make it known that THIS is not their space, and they do not represent us.

if we made way every time people like this told us to, so that WE didn't make THEM uncomfortable, then we wouldn't be here at all. personally, i don't give a flying fuck if i make them uncomfortable or sad or angry. the argument "it's just fictional characters" doesn't work for me, because the media we consume reflects our reality

[namgyu-nurture]

request!!!

ok so i get if your not comfortable with writing about this but can you write a fic about where the female reader is at a bridge ready to fall and somebody sees and calls the police and jun ho is the officer to respond, that’s all i really thought of but you got to off make them fall in love because the reader is stunning 🤩

Last minute love - Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader

Warnings: a lot of suicidal thoughts!! Self harm, depression, mentions of bullying, fluff

A/N: im sorry if this is short or didnt get the exact thing you were looking for, but I was really happy to get a junho request actually hes so fine I love that guy 💪💪 tysm for this this was so fun to write

Life was hard. You were always bullied in school. Teased, harassed, humiliated, kids thought it was funny to make you cry. You were nothing but nice. Eating lunch alone in the school bathrooms, standing alone at break. You were pushed, shoved, kicked when going anywhere, you had tried to consult a councillor but they seemed to like your bullies more, ignoring your claims since you didn’t have proof.

You never understood why kids hated you so much. You weren’t exactly ugly, you had a glimmer of self confidence, looks wise at least. Maybe the way you acted? But you barely spoke. This is what riled you up. People despised you.. and for what reason?

Even as an adult, you were unlucky. No man ever looked your way, you always seemed to come second in hiring. Being broke and lonely you hated life, you always tried in school but your grades weren’t enough, you were a failure.

So here you are. Sat on the edge of the bridge, the busy highway flooded with cars moving by, the motion was a blur. You sat contemplating. ‘I should just jump. Get it over with’ you thought to yourself. You were so drained, afraid of dying but life wasn’t much better than dying anyway.

You sat for a while, just dangling your legs, hyping yourself up enough to jump. ‘Fucking wimp.’ You thought, looking at your hands that were cowering at the thought of jumping, your heart was pounding.

Unbeknownst to you, a man who had driven by noticed this situation, not fully sure if it was going to escalate but to be safe he rang the police. Alerting them.

You sat looking down. ‘Would the fall even kill you?’ You thought. It looked like it would, but the thought of it not killing you on impact made you hesitate, what if you didn’t die, but survived, the pain from the impact making your stomach churn.

Through the midsts of white/yellowy lights from headlights on the bridge and the musky orange light from the lampposts, you saw a flicker of red and blue lights approaching.

Panicking, when the car pulled over and a police officer came out, you gained composure and stood up. Shaking slightly as the heights of the situation increased.

“Excuse me miss.” A calm voice rang out, over the noise of the passing by cars. You turned to look at him, still stood on the edge of the bridge.

He was youngish, maybe in his 30s realistically but he looked younger. He was handsome, his dark hair parted neatly, his uniform was tidy and his eyes looked into yours from the distance he was stood.

“Can you step down from there?” He called out again, his tone was calm, well spoken and polite.

“..no.” You replied quietly. “No, I won’t.. leave..go away” your voice spiking in panic.

“Miss, please step down, you’re not in trouble. I just want to have a word with you.” He said kindly. Stepping forward and offering you a hand to step down.

He felt a twinge of anger that someone like you would be here, on the edge of the bridge, an urge of protection for you, he wasn’t sure why, he thought you were gorgeous. He didn’t know you, but he’d hate to see you go.

“W-why should I? Huh?” You responded angrily, “s’ not like life’s gonna be worth living anytime soon. I should just get it over with right? No one likes me anyway. I don’t know what the fuck I did but they all hate me.” Your voice cracked in upset as you ranted. You had a smile, a clearly forced one, as if amused by what you must’ve done to be here now.

Your eyes told a different story, the man noticed the hurt, the held back anguish. “You should step down because nothings going to resolve your problems if you die. Your mother would be heartbroken. If you want things to get better you need to resolve them.. be strong. Come on.” He spoke clearly, with a soft tone, he insisted his hand. And she looked at him. “Please.” He insisted once again.

She thought about his words and hesitantly took his hand. She stepped down, her sleeve riding up when she held his hand. Years of scars and burns littered her wrist, it shattered his heart to look at. Someone so beautiful being so.. hurt.

She noticed him looking and yanked her hand away, pulling her sleeve down. “Got a good look yeah?” She said spitefully.

“Im sorry.” He spoke, aware he was wrong for looking so long. “Would you like to talk? speak about whats on your mind?” He offered to which she shook her head.

A moment of silence passed.

“Could.. could I have a hug..?” She asked quietly, and he opened his arms. She wrapped her arms loosely around his midsection. One of his hands rested on her head, the other on her back.

“It’s going to be okay.” He said soothingly.

“Will it?” Your voice broke softly as you looked up at him.

“I’ll make sure of it.” He said softly to her making eye contact

“Promise?” She asked quietly.

“I promise.” He responded promisingly.

[unholywriters]

You Can't Escape From Me

╰┈➤ Summary: Johnny has twins who you used to babysat for a while when he needed help, but he didn't keep you then because he wanted you to branch out and chase after your dream job before coming back. Years past and he got an invited to a gala with a mystery bag from the one person he wanted to see

╰┈➤WC: 11.8k

╰┈➤ Parings: mafia Johnny x male reader

╰┈➤Genre: non-idol au, mafia au, 18+, smut

╰┈➤ Warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of blood

╰┈➤ Ratings: 18+

╰┈➤ Taglist: @xomakara

╰┈➤ Network: @ksmutsociety

╰┈➤ Credits: @aaagustd for the banner <3

Being in the mafia with kids is almost never fun, because you want them to have fun with their lives, living the best normal life you might give them before anything else, but sometimes things happen, there isn’t much anyone can do other than try. The father of twins, he always tried his best to make sure his twins felt loved and cared for. He didn’t dare think of hurting them or dropping them off at people when he was busy, he just had to figure out a way to make sure that they were loved, cared for and given the best he could do without making them scared of him, or if they got worried if they would ever be taken. The man was known as the Blood Spade, he always left a spade card after doing his job. Whether it would be a simple shot, or after terrifying people, he was born into this lifestyle and he was prepared for all of it. But he knew he had to ease his kids into when they got to the age, he made them a deal, when they become juniors in high school, he will explain his dangerous work and give them a choice, they can either stay with him and learn their own places in the mafia, or they could start their lives with different names so no one can trace them.

He loves his kids more than anything and wants them to know he will never drag them into this life if they truly don’t want to. Because there’s no sugar coating the life he was living, but that never stopped him from giving his kids the best he could when he could without spoiling them too much, jut he ken w they needed someone to stay home with them when he was gone, someone he could trust to talk to and someone who could watch his kids for the time he needed to leave for work, often staying late to handle business and make it look, more intresting for someone to find since he loved leaving messages, but with his kids being older now, it was harder to find someone he could trust enough to watch them when he was gone, sure he could trust them to stay alone, but he kids felt lonely when he was gone, knowing that calling him during work was dangerous but they needed someone to stay.

There was someone Johnny missed to trust to watch his kids, but knew they were living their best life, something he always hoped for when he first got to meet them again. His twins were younger, more hyper and trying their best to make their dad proud. He invited you to stay with him, paying you a hefty sum of 300 a week, letting you stay in the guest room while he used this to advance his empire. Making sure he secured more people and tied loose ends to make sure his kids were safe, making sure no one could see their face to tie them back to his empire. He would come back home after what felt like forever and see you bonding with them, his favorite two favorite moments, walking in to see the three of them all baking cupcakes together, it was for their kids class for someone’s birthday, and the kids wanted to be nice, making extra to keep at home as a snack. He walked in tired and the sounds of laughter got him curious, seeing the twins trying to put frosting while getting the frosting on their faces and noses, he walked in just as you got a picture. He smiled during it.

Getting pulled into the chaos by his son who was more excited to see him, leaving some cupcakes for him and you to decorate for later, he just went along with it, he got plenty of pictures. He saved them and had them framed in his office, he was one of all three of you just smiling, frosting on your cheeks and the brightest smile he ever saw. The second picture he had was on his phone, he came home worried because it was quiet and the house was dark; he was quiet when walking in since he thought it was a trap, walking through the rooms slowly only to find all three of you to sleep in his bed, you had a book in your hands, all three of you were in your pjs, and sleep in your own blankets. His heart melted at the sight, he quietly got himself dressed for bed and just laid in bed, holding the three of you as close as he could, he never wanted to let you go but he had to. You had your own dreams, but you kept the promise of staying in touch with his kids, something that makes them happy when they get a message from you.

But their responses have been slow since they’ve started school and have taken turns trying to study, which is why Johnny didn’t know if he should introduce them to this life, because he is rooted down into this life. But if he could get them a better life, he would get it.

“Appa, come on! We got an invitation to this place and we should go! It looks great.”

“Did you finish your homework and actual studies? If we went to it, we’d need to hurry and pick out some outfits. How do the two of you propose we get those in time, hm?”

Johnny had his kids move into a slightly bigger house, Each of them having their own rooms and bathrooms now to take care of, Johnny doesn’t hire too many workers, he only hires someone to garden the place and occasionally to clean some places of the house they can’t reach, if they use the pool they usually hire someone to clean the floors of it, often using it to practice swimming, since they don’t host parties at their main house, not like they ever planned on having parties here, since that would mean Johnny would have to be worried if an enemy child was here, not wanting his kids to get into this life too early. That and he didn’t want to watch other kids try to have some fun in some of his guest rooms or leave it to be a mess. He wasn’t about to be dealing with all of that.

“Well, about that!”

His son cheered, pulling up the three gift bags in hand, Johnny having a confused look on his face while slowly being handed a bag. It was silver, but it seemed to be heavy, whoever got him this, he was curious about it. DId his kids get to it? Were they planning this ahead of time just in case he was worried or would tell them no if they didn’t get to go, but he was curious, did they get this in advance? Did someone give it to them or was this a trap? If it was a trap, should he really risk going there? Letting down his twins who were well into their adulthood, not entirely but they were both 18, almost 19 soon and on the way to graduate early if they wanted to, it was their choice was he was ready to support whichever one.

“Where did you two get these from?”

“That’s a surprise we can’t open till 8! You’ll love it.”

“You better not peek either, we have to be surprised just like the rest of us!”

“Ah so you two know who sent it?”

“You’ll love it!”

Looking at his kids, his daughter, who was more excited about the outfits than his son, held his hands up and gave a soft sigh, but he still had a smile on his face as he did so. Agreeing to not look until it was time for them to get dressed and ready to go, it made him wonder how they were already prepared for it to happen. But he was happy to see them so excited to go, they had about 3 hours to get ready so it was unlikely they could not go; they seemed to have it all planned out from the start it seemed, but as promised he made sure to never peak while he listened on the place they were planning to go. Curious how they heard about this and not him but it makes sense that his kids were listening in on the fashion world. After all that’s where you were, attending places to achieve your dreams while the kids cheered for you from afar, Johnny just hoping the best for you and that your dream adventures go well and that someday he can meet you again. Not in any bad way but he wants to see you, maybe one day.

For now, he was just glad that his kids were safe and happy, plus he got to catch up with some of his old friends to make this work even more for him. Maybe he would see them at this event, but he knew he had to be careful, what if he saw someone he didn’t want to see, could he trust the security of the place to be sure? Would he be able to keep his kids safe and get out in a safe manner? Would he be able to stall for longer for them to get out before he needed to get out himself? Was he thinking too deep into this? Was he that paranoid about the kids' safety he didn’t want them going places where he didn’t have men there? OR where he knew the layout? He didn’t even get information about this place till just now, unless the place slipped his mind when he was being too busy about something and he needed to figure out what he was gonna do about it. Here he was, two teenagers who were growing up, getting ready to choose whatever dream they wanted to and still he was still worried about them.

He figured he should call someone, or his friends because he wanted to be sure. He wanted to call you, he truly did but figured you would be busy and didn’t want to distract you, so he ended up calling another fashion friend of his, Xiaojun. Someone who would often critize him for most of his outfit choices since sometimes he never looked like he could rip you apart with his own hands if he tried to, but he could and would if he ever had to. But that was a story for another day, and another time. Sitting in his office chair, softly tapping his black pen in his free hand, he scrolled to his friends' contacts, stopping just to look at the picture of you. Having a bright smile on your face since the picture was when he walked in on you having the time of your life baking like there was no tomorrow.

But he scrolled past it, calling his friend knowing they would answer it within a couple of rings and soon enough he was right. After two rings he heard his friend's voice on the other line, sounding like he just got done doing something but he was also trying not to laugh.

“Yes Johnny? Do I need to run another fit check on you and you’re calling me to give you tips, again?”

“Funny, but no. It’s about a gala that’s today, do you know anything about it? My kids seem to have this planned out since they gave me a bag with an outfit I can’t open for another two hours. What’s this about?”

“Oh my gods, Johnny I told you this a week ago so you could tell me what I Could make for you! There’s a new fashion icon, as they say, joining and I invited all three of you! It’s important since there will also be members who want to reach out to join you for alliance reasons. And since Junseo he might run into some business partners of yours and try to get other tips, you won’t tell him yet. DId they tell you who the bags were from?”

“No, there’s a note on it but Sojeung won’t let me even look at the note till it's time to get ready. So with that being said, can you tell me about the place itself? If we need to bring extra guards, is Yuta in charge of drinks and food this time? He always checks before serving food to guests.”

Turning in his chair, looking out his large office window as the sin began to set, he was looking for the building it was taking place in, since he can see it from his window. It was close to the heart of the town, maybe that’s why traffic was altered, there were setting this up and making sure no one uninvited could come in without permission. He knew he could trust his friends, but it everyone who seemed friendly was, he wanted to be sure. But since he had a while till then, he could plan this out if he knew the layout, and knowing Xiaojun, he would have pointers for each exit he could take and where to have his car move by a driver, since he planned on having one take him there anyway, even though his kids could very well drive on their own, he was having a driver take them and calling it a day.

“Do you know if…y/n would be there too?”

There was a silent pause on the other line, almost like he wanted to say no, but he heard a soft chuckle on the other side, coming from his friend which always meant something. He knew he was being teased about it, but he just wanted to see, because if that were the case he would try to change his plans some.

“Yes Johnny, that is all I will tell you, the rest is a surprise for you to learn and see for yourself.”

“Oh, come on man really? That means even if you have something planned!”

“I do. Of course I do but telling you would ruin the surprise, now figure out your escape plan though I highly doubt there will be any conflict. But anyway, have fun. Don’t get too lost in your memories now, unless you want me to tease you more in the future.”

“You are no fun, you know that?”

Johnny got ready an hour early, since this would be the best time so the traffic wasn’t too bad and he had a feeling most who were invited got to arrive early before crowds tried to make their way in when seeing all the cars before trying to take pictures of them and post them online for everyone to see. He made sure his kids were actually getting ready first before he walked to the silver bag, bringing it to his bathroom, slowly opening it and seeing the note first. He was nervous about it, when he used to get notes they would always tease him about trying to come for him or his family, which would never end well and he enjoyed it. But who would send him something? He was questioning this till he saw the handwriting, and couldn’t help but smile at it.

“Hey Johnny! It’s your favorite bookworm. If you got this, it means I finally became a fashion designer and wanted to make you something! I had to call xiaojun for measurements because I wanted to surprise you and the twins! I tried my best and if you don’t like it I understand since I didn’t just want to do the classic white and black suit for you and Junseo. I wanted to add flair, and since the kids will be there, yes, there’s a shirt, if you choose to come to the after party which I hear is always filled with gossip so I might not go, you can just wear the jacket, I hope to see you there!”

Looking at the note, Johnny smiled wide. Truly happy and smiling as he read the note slowly, making sure he skipped no words or lines, just hearing your voice as he read. You made him an outfit, of course he was wearing it regardless of how it looked. And then he would make sure he was taking great care of it properly. Like he would ever let any of your works get destroyed. He was nervous, what was he about to see? But he was also excited.

He walked over to the suit and slowly pulled out the hanger since it was carefully folded in with one. It came in this beautiful,midnight blue long coat that had a little trail behind him. A slightly loose vest with the matching satin slacks. He could pick teh shoes but the outfit was simple, but with how Johnny would style himself, it would make him pop even just a little. He was so glad he took a shower before looking at this, making sure he looked great. Having some of his hair tucked back to his scalp, with some of his hair sticking out on the right side of his face. He was careful when getting on the outfit, standing back to see himself in the mirror. Oh he loved it, slipping his hands in his pockets, he loved it. He knew just the earrings, necklace and bracelet to put on for the moment.

He was careful while he looked in the mirror, smiling to himself while he fixed the coat, he didn’t have all the buttons closed since that was just the way he was with them. He picked out his shoes and sprayed his favorite cologne, checking himself in the mirror one more time before leaving to check on his kids. He was beaming with a smile that never seemed to leave while he walked down the large circle stairway, seeing Junseo matching with him though his trail was barely there and he understood why. He didn’t want to trip or get it caught, but he was more formal with his, tucking in the vest and making sure no unwanted skin was showing with his dangling earrings.

“You saw the note too right!”

He beamed, so excited to see his dad’s reaction to getting something from you after all this time not being able to see and being too nervous to call you. Which made him a little sad because he always promised to call you whenever he couldn’t want you to think he had forgotten you, because he never truly could.

“Yes Junseo, I got it. Did you know it was coming from y/n this entire time?”

“I didn’t but Sojeung did, she made me promise not to tell you since she wanted all of us to be surprised with them.”

He heard heels clicking, turning to the staircase to see his daughter walking down in what he thought was a ball gown. It wasn’t too long to where her shoes would get caught, but it covered them to make it look like she was gliding on air. The sleeves were fluffy, ruffled even, but they covered her shoulders which was something johnny would still make sure wasn’t too bad, the center of the dress had a little heart in the middle of her chest, she paired it with a matching heart necklace, and since she always loved red dresses, this one made just for her. His smile grew more than he possibly thought that it could. He wanted a picture, but he wanted one with all of them in it and knew he needed to wait before he got the chance for that to happen.

“These are all amazing! I knew Y/n was gonna be great!”

“Look at Appa! He’s smiling and we haven’t left yet.”

“Let’s go pick a car, who texted the driver or did someone text Uncle Xiaojun for this part.”

Crossing his arms, he saw his daughter smile before walking over to the closet door. This meant Xiaojun had a driver come in a different car, something he knew he was gonna use by the end of the night. He playfully rolled his eyes while walking outside, opening the doors while making sure security knew not to let anyone in until he returned. Following behind his kids, he saw the xiaojun sitting in his car with the window down, his driver having a car behind him with no one else inside of it, but just in case. His main car was a white Mercedes Sedan, he loved this car.

The inside of the car had black leather seats. Some had extra cushions to make you feel more comfortable for longer rides, the consul in the middle of the back seats having a spot for chargers, glasses of any drinks really and a spot for phones and snacks. The floor mats feel soft but also easy to clean. The front had a different middle console connecting to the dashboard that had its own touch screen for the music and everything with seats with their own warmers and coolers in the chairs with plenty of room for their legs. The kids got in the second car; it was all planned out beforehand; it was planned from the start, leaving Johnny in the dark but it was for a good reason this time. The kids would take the extra car while xiaojun drove him. Then again, this would be for private talks and the kids didn’t need to hear them tonight.

“You’re glowing more than the kids were, I take it you got the note?”

“Jun I’m more excited to see them, Is that why you have a second car and whatnot?”

Xiaojun had a smirk on his face as he began the drive, softly humming and pushing the hair back from his face, chuckling softly as he drove down the dark street only being lit up by headlights and car lights. Johnny leaning far back in the chair with his seatbelt on, looking out the window trying to cover his smile.

“Exactly why, how could I not? You never attend those after parties, and the kids planned on staying over with me anyway since I promised them a deal, if you agreed they could stay at my place, if not I would set up a meeting with the two of you. Besides, y/n would’ve been mad at you.”

“Shut up, I can’t wait to see what y/n made for themselves, have they gotten into any trouble that you know of?”

“No, as far as I know no. But we know better, if anything y/n would tell you alone with no one being there. I can imagine you taking them back home, so I made sure you had a second car to take them. I already have clothes for the kids.”

“DId all of you truly just plan this from teh start minus me and y/n knowing?”

“Yes, Johnny we did.”

Rolling his eyes in a playful manner, everyone had arrived at the venue before the camera's barged in, security was already waiting and a checklist to make sure no one tried to ruin it by coming in, or making a scene. Johnny walked inside with his kids, looking at the large room, it had a photo station along with a walkway to show off your outfit and pose with people you enjoyed. The tables have spots reserved with names, each having their own little theme to them and a mixture of the colors each party would wear. The lights weren’t too bright, but not too dim where it was hard to see. The flowers hanging from the ceiling. It was like walking into a fancy garden with tables and places to show off.

He slowed down his walking, looking around to see you before getting to the table, looking around but trying to keep his hair out of his face. He looked to see his kids hugging you, and seeing you made him smile at the sight. You were wearing one of your own designs; it hugged every part of you just right, not too tight but not too loose. Even in the lighting you were glowing in his eyes, he didn’t move; he wanted to see his kids enjoy this moment while he pulled out his phone and took a picture. Looking down for a minute at the picture, he saw you looking at the camera when he took it, which made him look up to see you walking towards him. He watched you walk with power in each step, slipping the phone in his pocket before opening his arms to embrace you in the tightest hug, nearly picking you up even. He was always known to give tight hugs when he missed someone close to him.

“Goodness, you look absolutely stunning. You made these yourself?”

Softly setting you down with a questioning look, his arms resting on your shoulders, slowly going down while he stared down into your eyes, his smiling shining with yours. Your hands holding onto his arms with joy and excitement in your eyes, it made him want to just hold you even more because he wanted to know what else you had to say.

“I did! Do you love it? I remember you almost never button up your vest fully but loved the flare.”

“Are you kidding me I love this, I feel like superman with how I’m walking. You know unless it’s a formal event I’m keeping one of these unbuttoned. You even made the kids glow and they look so amazing. God, even you look amazing! I hope I didn’t mess up anything.”

“You didn’t, I wanted to do simple outfits this time, but I love making expensive gowns for evening get-togethers or even wedding gowns!”

“Ooo, will we see some of those tonight? I’d buy them right now, the gowns at least, Sojeung doesn’t need to see those and try to rush into marriage yet.”

“Yes, you will and no you can’t buy them all, Though knowing you, you’d pay me more than I was charging.”

“You’re so right, come and sit with us, I’m pretty sure I saw your name there anyway and you’re right next to me.”

Pulling out the chair for his daughter, then for you, he sat down next to you while the gala now started. Everyone got to choose their drinks, Johnny making sure no liquor was given to his kids or even you for that matter, while listening to you talk about your adventures with fashion, it was something everyone was curious about since you rarely posted anything on socials since you were so invested in your career. But even while everyone seemed to be attached in the story, Johnny was staring at you the entire time. A smile on his face while he made sure you had his entire attention unless someone tried to get his attention. But for now, everyone seemed to make their own plans before the main event where to start. Sojeung had more questions but he was just staring, his chin resting on one of his hands with a soft but bright smile on his face.

But soon you had to leave to make sure the gowns were ready for show, he didn’t want to leave you, but he knew people were going to use this time now. His kids wanted to ask questions but Xiaojun stayed near them just to be safe and no one was trying to take advantage of them, but he had more mafia talks in the works. Some even begged for help or to forgive debts, he didn’t know, but you were peeking to see him working, how his pure happy expression changed into a dark and serious one. He gave each of them the same attention span, some had more of an easier time, some were left to scramble. He got his name for a reason, he wouldn’t show it now, but if he saw someone he would show why people feared him. But when he saw you walk on stage, the darkness faded away and the light came back in his eyes.

He watched you make a quick speech, his legs staying crossed while blocking out people who weren’t his kids, seeing how each design was showing, he knew his daughter wanted to study under you when she graduated, and he could see why she would. He never talked till the end, waiting for you at the door just to congratulate you on everything, everything looked amazing, it wasn’t too bright but not too dim on the models. Some were taking notes on the choices that they were seeing, even while you stood to the side and watched the models walk, waiting for the last one before walking out, your smile was glowing in the light while waving to everyone, blowing a kiss to Junseo and Sojeung and a wink to Johnny, who slowly took a sip of his wine, his true first sip of the night while he listens to you giving the ending speech, more than happy to join the fashion world with those close to you and learning more tips, making new friends and collaborate.

But the night just started, Johnny has plans, but he also wants to see what you have planned, after all you two have many things to talk about but some might not be at the to talk about in a place as backed as this one is. But he also would not take you away this fast after all the kids missed you more than anything, he could just sit here and watch, and for a while he did that, till someone carefully walked up to him and kissed the golden ring on his finger, the mafia ring his father gave him to make sure his role stood out when people looked at him. If they wanted to ask a favor or talk to him, they would have to kiss it before talking. Johnny looked away and down at the kneeling man, he was in the darker spot of the venue. But for some, it just made his gaze look more terrifying to them most.

“Mr. Spade, it’s a pleasure to see you here, I’ve been trying to reach you for a while regarding the debts I’ve been trying to pay off.”

“Your name, there are several of you that have debts to pay off to me, and most of you are falling behind on those and not all of them are going to live to get it.”

His voice stayed calm, something some found more scary while he moved his hand away, grabbing the cup and fixing himself to face the person, the older man who looked to be in his 50s. His suit was as nearly fixed as he could get it, trying to look at ease while he sat next to Johnny in a different chair. His legs were crossed with his wine glass slightly twirling, he was curious what the approach was this time and why should he let this man walk away debt free. He was there for a reason; it was an easy lesson. Though some always say that he’s unfair or being too harsh, there are always two sides to a story, and a coin.

“I was thinking, most debts like this are often paid off in a marriage.”

“My children. Are off limits. Mr. Kang, and no, I am not marrying anyone you even try to offer. Now, do you have a different approach or are you going to ask for an extension?”

His voice went colder, his smirk showing a dark twist as he stared at the man in the eyes. He wanted to stab the man’s hand but his kids were here, you were here. Too many people were here and he would not overshadow your event with his business for the time being. He refused to, and that so many people were trying to use this spot to do so we're making him mad. If anything, he just wanted to sit here and watch your smile glow, thinking about the times he wished he could see it closer like he was just standing there in the distance just to watch you glow even more.

“You know y/n, yes? They only sent out personal invitations. I’m their uncle, I can give-.”

Johnny shot him one more glare, his smirk was gone, his face was cold and stern. With a threatening look that could kill anyone if possible. He set down the wineglass and leaned closer, his arms resting on his knees before tilting his head in a dangerous slow turn.

“If you ever use y/n against me like that again, I will make sure you feel every gun shot before I cut your head off and put it in front of your business for everyone to see. Y/n cut you out for a reason, and I can see why. Now go back to paying your debt till you die, when that happens, I’ll forgive your debt, if anyone still stands by you on your deathbed. Now leave my sights, or this place will be the last place anyone ever sees you again.”

Letting out a sigh, he watched Mr.Kang scramble to leave the area before he truly was about to die, but he was still angry. He knew you never liked your uncle, always asking people to pay off debts so much that he got himself into trouble, it got to where it was affecting you so you just left with the clothes on your back so you could start on your own. He was so mad he didn’t hear you walking over, he only turned his head when he heard the chair move closer to him, but then he saw you and he couldn’t help but smile, putting his hands down and relaxing while turning his whole body to you. His head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.

“You did amazing up there bookworm. I loved those gowns, the wedding dresses I know for a fact Sojeung is going to buy one from you regardless of the price.”

“She was telling me that before deciding they should go with Xiaojun back home, I almost didn’t see you till now. You looked annoyed talking to my uncle, let me guess, was he trying to ask you for money?”

“He…owes me money. I did him a favor a long time ago, before I even had the twins, he only now panicked. He took a lot from me.”

He had a soft chuckle, leaning back in the cozy chair while giving you his full attention. He could see the confusion on your face while the dots were connecting. It was something he wasn’t ready to fully talk about, but knew he needed to, though he wasn’t sure if he should do it here or somewhere else, where he can do it without worrying about others trying to ask him questions. Though he was used to it by now, he still found it to be annoying even after getting used to it by this point.

“He always said his biggest debt was to a mafia member, he always had some nasty things to say about this..Spade guy. I wanted to ask you about it but never could.”

Johnny gave you a soft look, but it wasn’t entirely just a soft look, it was something dark while he flicked his wrist and held up a spade card; It was the same one he always had when he was visiting people or having to deal with debts. He saw the look on your face, and he was happy at this point his kids were gone, he knew xiaojun gave him the spare key to the car he took earlier, so now he had a use for the kit.

“Follow me, we have things to talk about and being here would make it…hard to stay serious and on topic if people keep asking me questions, and clearly you have questions I need to answer in a more…quiet setting.”

His manners never once changed despite him seeing the questioning look written all over your face, this wasn’t how he imagined your first reunion back, but he knew at some point that he needed to get this out of the way and out in the open just so he can talk around you freely without having to worry. And besides, his kids know at least something about his work, just not the full story. He held his hand out to help you out of the seat. He didn’t move while he watched the look in your eyes, how they were slightly moving around, probably to see if he was joking but he sadly wasn’t. He was being the same serious Johnny who was also careful with how he acted; he didn’t want to scare you, but he also didn’t want to lie to you, not anymore about the darker side of his life.

Holding you hand in his hands, he walked to the spare car; he kept you close but not too close enough to where it felt like a threat. He even opened the passenger side door for you, knowing sitting in the back would be more difficult but this way it felt more personal. Since it would be just the two of you and he could easily give better answers, especially since he planned on taking you back to his place since that would have more proof and records of everything Mr.Kang owned him and why. He always wrote it down and had the person sign it, even with video proof in case someone thought it was against their will or even if it was fake. He always came prepared for situations like this for family members not wanting to believe what was happening, but he never enjoyed lying to people, especially those who were kept in the dark about everything.

“If you need proof, I have an entire notebook and video proof if you want to see why he has to pay me back, since I can imagine he’s tried to use you for his debts several times.”

Starting the car, Johnny stayed focused on your reaction, you were coming back from your thoughts, but he was still careful, he didn’t start driving but it was getting dark, and he knew the drive would’ve felt longer if you weren’t talking the way he knew you wanted to say and he needed to see and make sure that you could still talk, to react without hurting yourself or making him crash the car somehow. Slowly blinking, your seatbelt clicked before giving him a sharp turn, one leg crossing over the other and it made him think of the lunch times where you knew he had something interesting to say, and you wouldn’t ask for it out loud, but you’d give him a look and a pose, meaning you wanted to know everything top to bottom even if it wasn’t relevant to the story.

“Pick where you want me to start and where we’re going, I could start anywhere and still go right back to the start, bookworm.”

“Your new house since no one told me you moved and of course from the beginning. How in the world did you become the bloody spade when you hated getting a cut knee in the gym!”

Starting the car, he tried not to laugh when he knew you were, because it was true, he hated getting hurt in the gym and would act dramatic if he were to get hit with a ball or touched during any games of tag, basketball or anything in that nature. He would lay there and hope to be sent to the nurse's office just, so he never had to do it, but the teacher would just laugh and make him get back up and run laps alone so he couldn’t talk to anyone anymore instead of taking part in the lesson for the day, then again there were times he would get hurt and needed to be taken to the nurses office just to be safe, since some kids took gym way too seriously.

“Well, it was summer break of Junior year and I got told, not a choice, but told. I was taking over my father's spot, and he pushed me harder than any gym teacher ever could. He told me to pick a card and whichever one I got, I needed to make a name. He was Spiked king, My mom was the Ace, and I got Spades, but since he pushed me so hard I would… torture someone till they bleed, or if someone were to beg me for information, it would get to where they were bleeding. Hence why the name Bloody Spades.”

“How did my uncle get mixed up with you? He only needed help when I graduated.”

“Ah easy, he had a secret business he didn’t want any of you to know of because it was tied right into the mafia, helping create secret houses, managing the shipments, but he needed help. He wanted my Appa’s approval, but he needed mine so he asked for a favor, and I told him if he wanted my help he needed to prove it, and he was struggling for a long time. By the time you graduated, he wanted to marry you off to me to get out of the debt, but I always declined. And he’s been pushy about trying to get out of it, when you came over he tried one more time to marry you off, which was stupid because it would not work, now he just has a target on his back for even trying it.”

“I mean we did always warn him he was gonna mess with the wrong person and clearly, it was you. But do the kids know? Junseo always said he wanted to be like you, Do they know?”

“They do, not entirely, but they know I do some dangerous and deadly work, they have a choice, they can either stay with me and learn about it, or since I’ve made only their teachers know their faces, they can go out and do whatever they want and no one will ever be able to trace them to me. I won’t make one of them or the both of them stay, unless they want to because I also told them my help will be limited, since they would have to learn for themselves.”

The drive wasn’t too dark; it was just the same Johnny who was easy to read like a book but would never hurt a fly unless he truly needed to. But with you, he never could hurt you even if someone made him. Even now, driving you to his new house and parking the car in the much wider garage, there weren’t that many cards, but he had it split to where the kids had their own cards now and sections. But he's still stayed closer to the main door, it was just one of his rules and he knew which cars were his. Neither of you had gotten out of the car yet, he turned his attention back to you while he was explaining, seeing you get curious but you had a smile on your face. It made hom curious why you were smiling.

“Those kids really kept you sane didn’t they?”

“That and the two pictures I have of you three, seeing you smile when baking with them truly made me want to cry, it was just the cutest moment.”

“You always wanted a family, Johnny.”

“And the kids always saw you as their mom, y/n.”

His voice was softer, his eyes having a loving look while he just stared at you, even when sitting in the car he never wanted this moment between the two of you, but he knew the two of you needed to. The kids always saw you as their mom, he wanted to ask you to stay with him that day, to just move in and stay with them before slowly trying to marry you, he knew exactly what he wanted but he never wanted to push that into you, so he never made a move on it. Yet here he was, his kids were all grown up and could go anywhere they wanted, and there was truly nothing more stopping the two of you from staying near each other, unless you didn’t want to stay in the life he was in. Since it would mean if something happened to you, then blood would be shed regardless of how it happened.

“I know they did, when it was time for bed they never let me sleep in the guest room. They always made me sleep in your room, saying eomma should sleep in Appa’s bed.”

Johnny slowly got out, opening the passenger side door, holding your hand and walked inside of the different house. The living room was more larger, connected to the dining room and larger kitchen, that also had a bar display of his favorite drinks and cups to use when he wanted to, often being when the kids were fast asleep and he could sit on the couch or even in the larger backyard, sitting on one of the lounge chairs just near the pool. Watching you look around and feel around the new pieces of furniture in different ways. While he slowly walked into the kitchen, watching you through the openings and the dim lights.

“Can I interest you in a drink, hm? I’m sure you have more questions.”

“Hm.. Maybe, but does your room have a place we can…drink those?”

Johnny raised a brow slightly, looking at the bottles and cups before seeing you slowly walk over, examining each bottle to see which should be taken upstairs. The shoes were off, but he still looked amazing in his outfit. The way his hair was poking out, yet he still looked like a model who just got and was ready to come home and relax.

“How about we take this bottle? It’s my favorite wine.”

“You’ve become a wine taster too? This is sweet.”

“It’ll help me ask more…questions.”

Johnny gave a ‘right” look while grabbing the bottle and two small cups before walking up the spiral stairs, looking back at you, he just loved seeing you look curious now, the place felt the same but it was entirely different, the hallways were longer, the rooms were bigger with more views of the city, but it wasn’t loud anymore, it was the peaceful quiet. His room was larger than before, the black wooden floors with a large floating bed, it was closer to the door, but it also had the closet connected, but the large windows would slide open to the balcony, overlooking the large backyard and some of the other houses, though Johnny wouldn’t sit out there during the day unless someone wanted to see him in his robe and underwear. But that was for a different day, another story.

The lights were dim, and his tv was on with you having the remote to have some background noise if you wanted to, or even if you wanted to play some music just to play into the mood even more. Sitting on the bed, holding the cup, watching him pour some, but not enough to fill the entire cup. Laying on the other side of the bed, crossing one leg over the other and leaning on one arm, leaning slightly closer to you while taking small sips from his own cup. Whatever questions you had for him, he would answer honestly with no hesitation, unless he needed to find the words to make it make even just a little of sense for you.

“If you work just the mafia part, how do you cover it up? Surely people would’ve found out who you were by now.”

“Business men do anything to keep their stocks, some venture into the darker side and end up meeting me. Of course I never show my face, unless it’s during the day and they find me at my business, which needs a fashion designer in the works.”

“Did you seriously sneak that in just so I can stay near you during work?”

“I absolutely did. But those who find out my face don’t know about the twins since I don’t have them tied to me yet. But I have eyes everywhere, people everywhere who oversee a lot of things that some might not think I have.”

“Did you ever have men watching me?”

“No, if I did you would’ve figured it out sooner by now, I wanted you to enjoy your dream choice without worrying if I was being weird, I wanted to call you so many times, but knew if I did I would’ve lost it, that wasn’t gonna be fair to you.”

“So you waited for me here, for that long? And you wonder why I used to say I wanted a man like me.”

“The only way you’re getting a partner like me is by dating me, y/n.”

“Looks like the kids are getting their eomma back, hm?”

People always say Johnny would pounce on someone like a lion if he wanted to eat them alive under him. Like claws trapping you underneath him but his kisses would feel like a fiery poison that would keep you coming back for more, like there truly was no escaping him no matter how hard anyone tried to get you off. The cups were on his nightstand; the curtains were covering the windows just to make it more personal. And his lips were devouring yours like a staring animal. He slowly crawled on top of you, his lips never letting go of yours while your hands traveled up to his shoulders, pulling down the coat to his shoulders. And here he was trying so hard just to suck on your tongue, testing the wine but enjoying every second.

Leaning his head back at the feeling of you tugging his hair back, he didn’t want to let go, but he did, a string of saliva, his soft eyes were no longer there, his eyes were filled with lust and hunger. He stared down at you, his tongue slightly sticking out. He was looking at you like he was about to take a bite out of a feast, being starved all day and he could finally get a bite out of something he's been dying for. Even of all it was just a kissed, he could see your lips getting swollen the way your eyes were fluttering opened and shut just to stare at him, he made you feel small, trapped under him knowing there was no getting out, but that he was also going to take care of you beforehand.

“This is not how I wanted to be asked out on my first day back home.”

“You’re not about to be walking out of this room by the time I’m done with you, Doll.”

His face being pressed against your neck, letting the breathe just send shivers down your spine, sitting up slightly just to slip the jacket down with the vest being left, the one time he got to keep the vest on, but it was taken off in a careful manner, after all this was made by you, how could he just ruin it this fast on a special night like this? But given the lightning in the room, it was like a subtle glow on his face and chest. The way he was staring down at you, like he could just eat you whole and alive and there would be no one there to stop him from doing so.

The way his hands carefully took off the top of your outfit, tossing it down to the floor next to his own before his lips went back to your neck, sucking on one side with your head tilted to the far side, breath hitched while your hand traveled up to his broad shoulders, feeling his back muscles, his hips brushing against yours like he was rocking you two back and forth like a rocking chair. But his hands were rubbing against your chest, both hands going up to your nipples just to squeeze and pull them, hearing the shock and slightly louder moans coming from you. It was making it enjoyable for him and he loved it, if anything he would’ve recorded them in case he was alone, and missed hearing you beg for him.

His kisses were like little sparks, they didn’t stay in one spot, but he was also leaving hickies, enjoying the way your hands ran through his hair while he enjoyed feeling you, leaving kisses and marks before quickly pulling away from your collarbone, holding your sides and flipping you two over quickly.

“Suck me off. I want to See how desperate you can get for me before I ruin that pretty cunt of yours.”

His voice was low, almost like a growl while he watched you, the way your hair was already flying everywhere, your chest was heaving while he could see all the marks he left on you. It was something interesting for him, seeing all the marks while watching you scramble down to the lower parts of the bed, both pair of pants were flown off, resting against the window, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth while seeing the size of him, he could barely fit in your mouth, how was that supposed to go in your ass? he wasn’t joking when he said you weren’t walking out of this room, even if you did your legs would be wobbly and there was truly no way of getting out without some form of help from him.

“How the fuck…does this fit in anything you wear! My Hand alone needs help just to wrap it around!”

“You flatter me, doll, but you can find a way, or if I have to do all the work, you won’t be doing anything for a while.”

His hands messing with your hair, he was always gonna take you through it, making sure you took everything just the way he pictured it, but he also would not push you to do it, making sure if anything you felt confident enough to try anything with him. The way his soft hand stayed on your face, watching you lick the tip like it was ice cream, gods he was excited. He kept his full attention on you and only you. Come on Doll, you can do it.

He whispered, watching you with anticipation while you sucked on the tip, at least one hand wrapped around the rest with the other one messing with his balls, he gasped while trying to stay still, making sure no sudden movements scared you or made you jump. He wanted to stay still enough for you to keep trying, to get used to it and not choke on him. But fuck, was that hard with your soft touches along with how wet your mouth was. His breath hitched while he watched you slowly take in the rest, moving your mouth slowly with your eyes closed, finding that to be the easiest part while feeling his hungry eyes stare at you, it was like he was falling in love with you all over again.

“Fuck doll, just like that.”

He had to grip the sheets since he didn’t want to tug too much of your hair, but he was trying to keep himself from moving, staying as still as he could without bucking his hips, which he found to be harder than he thought. God, he wanted to fuck your throat; he wanted to see tears run down your face while he kept your head still, but he would do nothing without your permission to. He watched you take it all in, he could feel your tongue moving around while all he could do was bite his tongue, letting out groans now and then. But what made his knuckles white was when you pulled away with a soft pop.

“Fuck my throat.”

Quickly said, panting with your tongue sticking out still, saying it again while trying to breathe. God if he did that how were you going to breathe? He wasn’t small enough to try so he wasn’t letting you nearly faint from sucking him off alone. He was gonna drive you crazy, and sucking him off was just the start. But, Johnny gives what he asks. He waited till you took him back in slowly, enjoying the feeling of your wet cavern before holding your head down, his arms flexing as he bucked his hips up, letting g the tip hit against the back of your throat, he was in love with your muffled sounds, seeing your hands run up to his thighs to squeeze them, practically digging your nails into them to leave marks only you would see when this would happen again. But, how could he let the fun end here?

He pulled your head away just as he was twitching; it was torture for him. His muscles shook while he stared at you, seeing you pant with your tongue sticking out, his hand in your hair he pulled you closer to him for another sloppy and heated kiss. One hand still in your hair and the other rubbing your ass with a nice hard smack. Just to add some sparks to it while he squeezed it in his hand. Pulling away he watched your reaction to his hands never leaving your ass alone. But he wasn’t gonna use that, he flipped you over on your hands and knees, letting you hold onto a pillow while rubbing your sides, leaving random kisses on your back just to leave some more because he could. He needed to stretch you, but he had to be careful with it.

“Squeeze that pillow and tell me if it hurts okay? I need to stretch you before you start to cry.”

One hand spread your cheeks apart with his other middle finger slowly went inside, he didn’t move them too much, feeling you squeeze around him to keep his finger still while watching you, seeing your shoulders tense around his one long finger before he twisted it around slowly, watching your hands grip the pillow while your head was turned just so he could look back at you. He slowly added another, but tried his luck with three. He wanted to watch you shiver under him while he kept you under him, leaning down to your ear just so he could whisper in it. He enjoyed it, he watched your hands grip the pillow with as much force as you could, whimpering some even while his fingers went in and out in a quick manner. Softly nibbling on your ear lobe while one hand had a firm grip on your side, the other making sure you stayed stretched while your body was pressing back against his.

“Fuck…Johnny…Johnny!”

“Oh? No wonder that felt good. I found it and by the looks of it, I’ve teased you long enough haven’t I?”

He slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before rolling you on top of him, he wanted to watch you bounce before he ended up truly making sure there was no leaving the bed the next morning. He wanted to watch you shake on top and under him, and that’s exactly what he was getting. Seeing you slowly sit on the tip before sitting on the rest, your sounds were loud and filled with pleasure, the way your mouth parted, opened, trying to close but the feeling made more moans escape. Your hands resting on his chest and leaving scratches down. Even though he was low, he was moaning at the sight, though they were covered up by you.

He didn’t mind it, after all he was getting the best show of his life, his hands resting on your sides to help you bounce, oh it was something new and he was loving every second. His hands were leaving bruises with how hard he was holding them, he tried to help you bounce but nothing was hitting the spot you needed it to, he could tell despite the pleasured look on your face. He pulled you down closer to him, flipping you over so you were on your back, moving one leg up to his shoulders and keeping the other one around his waist while moving his hips quicker than he thought. He watched your hands reach to his chest to leave more scratches while tears were streaming down your face.

He was hitting every spot like it was nothing, even with the sweat dripping down some of his hair, he was determined to make you scream, shake even under him. He was enjoying it; he was loving it.

“Johnny…Johnny Johhny Johnny!”

“That’s my name doll, the more you say it, the harder I’m getting.”

He breathed out, letting go of one of your legs to squeeze your neck, not enough to restrict the airflow completely but it was enough to drive you crazy while the sound of skin slapping down there got louder. He was getting sloppier, quicker even and there was no stopping him even if someone swung that door open and tried to make him. He was close; you were close, and he was making sure you were seeing the stars by the time he was done. Watching as your arms wrapped around his back, scratching down as you released on his stomach the same time he made sure you were filled. Tilting his head to the side some, panting some while holding you.

“My face.. I want some on my face…”

Hearing that caught him by surprise, you already looked like you were going to pass out in his arms. Yet the fact that you still wanted more was a shocker to him. But who was he to deny you the pleasure that you were asking for? Watching you use your shaky arms to move down, wrapping your hands around his still throbbing yet silk covered cock as fast as your hands could go. He was sensitive after the intense release, but that wasn’t stopping him from twitching in your hands still. Watching your tongue stick out and just lick the tip like a thirsty hamster.

One hand keeping him sitting up, the other hand running through your hair as a way of comfort. His head leaned back, letting out quick breaths with soft moans coming. He was getting there, he was still there and trying to stay as still as possible despite his thighs looking like they were shaking, with little crescent nails still present on his thighs. 

“Shit…y/n I’m close. Shit!”

His hips sputtered up while his head leaned back, his arm shaking and nearly causing him to fall while you tried to catch what you could. Some landing on your face with the rest landing on your tongue, licking the rest clean while looking up at him. Seeing his chest rising with a nice layer of sweat covering him and shining with the dim light hitting him just right. Slowly rolling his head back to lock eyes with you, he wanted to kiss you. But he also wanted to enjoy the moment he was seeing. He loved it. 

“Let me get you a towel to clean you up, that’ll dry up if we’re not careful. Then in hte morning we can take a bath since I have a feeling standing for you would be a challenge for you.”

He teased, picking you up and laying you on the bed, kissing your forehead before walking to the bathroom. Grabbing one of the soft towels and ran it under some warm water, making sure he ran it out good enough before coming back over to clean you up. Being careful in the main area that would hurt the most with how red it looked. He wasn’t exactly gentle when it came to the thrust. Watching you try to stay awake despite knowing you could fall asleep, he would keep you safe from anything in this moment and made sure you got to sleep comfortably.

“Looks like I’m the most protected person in seoul now hm?”

“Yes Doll, you are. Now get some rest, you look and sound so tired.”

Breaker here

Johnny was a man of his word that day, he truly didn’t let you walk away after that, but he helped you around the house carrying you after helping you take a nice and relaxing bath, letting you wear some of his clothes while his kids had returned, questioning what happened since your shoes were still there only to find you two softly kissing in the kitchen, johnny trying to cook breakfast since he knew everyone loved his home made pancakes and today he had a whole other reason to make them. After all this was a family reunion, what better way to bring that together and celebrate other than everyone's favorite breakfast, but he had to carry you, but that was how the relationship took off.

Though he never brought you or the kids into his dangerous life, making sure none of it ever made its way to the front steps of his house and he refused to even talk about it when asked questions because he wanted his home to be a safe place, knowing that there was no way anyone could ever try to take that away for no reason. But his kids wanted to stay with him, stay with the family that made them enjoy waking up every day and even when leaving the house just knowing they had a safe place to come back to, but you still often helped with outfits that his daughter was making, enjoying to see her work so hard just to make sure that everything looked just the way she was envisioning it. But like he warned them, he would not be that easy on them like he was with everything else.

He was harsh on them outside of the house; he needed them to be ready for just about everything and he taught all that he could, but once the three of them would return home, all mafia talk was gone. Making sure you had eaten something and Johnny would even twirl you around when he would first get home sometimes.

“Eomma, Appa, you two should have a date night!”

“Oh yeah, and why are you two? Trying to keep us distracted by something?”

“Yah! We can do something nice for you two!”

Junseo shot back in a playful tone, seeing Johnny hold you from behind and leaving a kiss on your cheek. He enjoyed the kids trying to set up little dates for you, but he knew he didn’t want to go somewhere else today, he wanted to sit and even watch a movie with you, but he knew the reason. It’s been months by now, and you two always fell in love when looking at each other for what felt like hours but it was minutes just staring at each other.

“And if we don’t feel like going anywhere else today? A movie date is always a fun thing to do.”

“Do you two actually watch the movies to the end or is there something else happening?”

“That’s for only us to know Sojeung, none of you will ever know.”

“I don’t mind watching another movie in your room, the living room echos my laugh!”

Johnny loved your laugh, it made his heart flutter just by seeing teh happiness in your face while holding you. That is why he loved crappy movies, he got to see your pure reaction and there was nothing better than seeing that. He let you pick a movie while walking over to his kids, Junseo handing him the small box with a smile on his face. Johnny opened the box slowly to peek before smiling at the sight, the ring he had commissioned was finally ready and it looked beautiful. He knew you would love it and he couldn't wait to see that.

He wanted to marry you from the moment you got back, but knew that was jumping too far so he waited but he couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to call you Mr.Suh with him, to see that glow on your face every time you looked at that ring and he loved it, so he wanted to wait till the kids were in their room’s because they would give it away, though they promised to stay hidden and quiet because they wanted to see the reaction you would have to a ring box he wanted. Though he had an entire idea, what better way to surprise you when you're relaxed and truly happy. And thus, movie night began with the two of you sitting on the large couch, you laying across his lap while he held you close during the entire time. He waited for a certain scene knowing when the male lead would also propose; he wanted to time it from the moment he saw the movie that was picked.

So he leaned to your ear and whispered Your reaction would be the same if you saw the ring. He saw how fast your head turned before looking at his hands, his daughter still in hiding while holding the camera to record it all. Seeing the look of disbelief on your face before covering your mouth, seeing his bright and genuine smile while seeing you quickly nodding your head. Squealing at the sight, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug while he was holding you close, letting out a happy laugh before the hug turned into a group hug, he always said you could never escape him, after all, why would you want to do that now?

After all, look at you now, the kids loved you like their own mother and you had the best husband you could’ve asked for. There was no leaving him, even if someone tried their hardest to.

[navpike]

so after the campaign 3 finale, my writer’s brain has turned back on. take a journey with me and consider:

the luxon decides to get in on the gods becoming mortal, but wasnt included in the matron’s ritual. doesn’t matter! they don’t need it! they are a well of endless possibility and souls and lives and they know what it takes to make a person. they are tired of being separate from all of the other divinities of exandria. they are different, yes, and their separation and secrecy has kept them safe, until now, but a small fragment of them has spent a decade and some change in ashton greymoore’s head, and they have seen more of the world this way than they have in ages. they have seen the moon. they have seen parts of exandria they had forgotten. and they have lived in ashton greymoore’s head long enough to learn the desperate feeling of longing loneliness and recognize some of it in themself.

they want to be a part of this.

so essek and caleb refit ashton’s head and that is a beacon, perhaps stronger than it was before, and the luxon is there, it knows ashton greymoore. it has been them, all of them, every ashton greymoore who is, was, and could be. it is not so hard to pick a version of him long forgotten. the luxon knows ashton greymoore. they can make a form of this.

ashton greymoore breathes again, and the luxon breathes for the first time.

and next to them, essek thelyss, fugitive, war criminal, hubris ridden wizard, mildly reformed evil academic, lays eyes on ashton greymoore, alive again, and a small elven child next to them. pointed ears, the smallest of crystal horns peeking through their messy hair, eyes devoid of pupils and full of stars. a child made of dunamis.

in a moment of panic, the bright queen and her retinue hovering over them, weapons and wizardry waiting for their next move, essek seizes the child and whisks them away with a teleport spell before anyone else can truly see.

he takes them to caleb’s home in rexxentrum, hides out until he calms, and caleb and beau and yasha return, and he shows them this child hems been Struggling to care for, who does not know who they are but knows they are different.

a week after he dies, ashton greymoore gets a sending message, devoid of detail and riddled with urgency. and they’re confused, but they wanted to learn about themself anyway, so they go, making their way to rexxentrum, only to find themself face to face with a version of themself they’ve only glimpsed in fevered dreams.

explanations and drinks are had, and more messages are sent, and plans are made and concerns developed.

and in the end, the nein hells are a cobbled together group of all contributing to raising this strange child, or at least teaching them new things, who is wise beyond their years and still naive in the ways of the world, all of them joining in adventures here and there as they come and go. and it is a mess, but it is… good. the child is loved.

the luxon is no longer lonely.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

14 landoscar!

14 from this prompt list: "I'm not going to hurt you"

PLEASE appreciate some made-up zombieverse that uh....might become SOMETHING when I decide I have the time or energy. Lemme know if you like it or whatever....

Lando’s picking his way through the abandoned hospital when he hears something. The low murmur of voices, the scuff of feet. He’s not sure if they’re on the same floor, or one lower, but his hand tightens around the handle of his gun, as he ducks into an empty room, hiding behind the open door, and trying to steady his breathing. 

He feels the fear, it’s heady, and he’s dizzy with it, adrenaline sweeping through him, hand shaky. It’s been a long time since he’s run into anyone other than raiders and the fucking zombies. But these don’t feel like raiders. There’s a rhythm to the way they walk, almost military. There are three of them, at least. Three separate voices he can pick out, past the heartbeat he can hear rushing in his ears. 

He hates it, the fear and uncertainty he feels, as he tucks himself further back, trying to make himself smaller. 

He’d just been looking for a place to stay, safe enough at least, to crash for a couple nights, where he could barricade himself in from any possible threats. He’s been on the road for so long, and it’s exhausting. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s slept for more than two to three hours. It was probably months ago, when he was in a shelter areas, before they’d gotten infected, and then he’d had to run all over again. 

It’s been lonely, if he’s being honest. But he’s never really been able to trust anyone. Not truly. Everything changed after the outbreak, and it was easy for friends to become enemies. For him to realize that it was almost impossible to trust anyone ever. And then Max had disappeared, and that was arguably the worst part of it all. 

It’s truly not the time for him to wallow in misery, to get stuck in memories of the past. Doesn’t want to think about the time he went to bed with his best friend lying beside him, and woke up to his best friend gone. 

He sucks in a deep breath to steady trembling hands, flexes them around the gun before he relaxes again, pushing himself back to his feet. Wonders if he can move quietly enough to sneak out of the hospital, or at least to the next floor before they catch on to the fact that he’s there. But he knows that even if he gets out, there’s a chance that they’ll be able to catch him anyway. He’s on foot, and oftentimes when he sees raiders, they’re either on horseback, or in cars that they’ve managed to cobble together, make work with expired fuel and a dream. 

But he can’t afford to let paranoia creep in. There’s a chance that if they do have cars, he could make his own getaway. Despite lack of access, he’s fairly certain driving a car would be like driving a bike, and it would at least give him time to put in some distance, until he can find the next safe city, or somewhere safe for him to linger. Untouched miles of forests, maybe. He thinks that if he tried, with the right supplies, he could live in the silence for a while. 

As much as he misses the contact of other humans. 

Lando pokes his head around the door frame, looks both ways, holds his breath for a second as he listens. They’re still far enough down the hallway that he thinks he can get out without alerting them. Just has to move slowly, quietly. He’s learned to walk quietly in the beat-up hiking boots that have carried him hundreds of miles. 

It’s easy, at first, knows he’s hidden under the dim lighting in dark clothes, keeps to the shadows and moves quietly. But he’s not watching his feet when he glances behind himself, to make sure the group hasn’t materialized, and he trips over something. The sound of metal clanging is loud, echoing in the silence of the space, and he curses under his breath as he manages – barely – to keep his balance. 

“Fuck was that?” one of the people asks, much closer than Lando expected them to be, so he slaps a hand over his mouth, ducks into the nearest doorway and presses himself flush to the wall. His fingers tightening around the handle of his gun all over again, thumb hovering over the safety. 

“I’ll check it,” it’s one of the other people, voice lightly accented, and he sounds almost inconvenienced. Lando wills him to go away, to leave him alone so he can make his escape. 

“Careful, Piastri. Hamilton says we’re not supposed to split up,” the other response is dry, humourless, and Lando hears a scoff. “Don’t worry. Think I’ll be okay,” is the response, layered with sarcasm. And then Lando hears footsteps approaching. 

His breath catches in his chest, terror rippling through him as he works to hold it, to keep himself still, quiet. Like he’s had to do far too many times before this. He tries to keep his hands steady, but knows that if he has to take a shot, he’ll probably miss. 

It’s been getting harder and harder for him to keep his hands stable. It’s been getting harder for him to stay like this, heart beating out of his chest, and not let himself slip into flashbacks. So he bites the inside of his cheek, sharp teeth sinking in, to keep himself present. 

“Clear,” the guy’s voice is closer, footsteps echoing, as he gets closer. Lando’s fairly certain that if he poked his head out of the doorway, he’d get an eyeful of whoever’s there. 

“This one’s clear too,” His voice is loud. Overpowering the frantic beat of Lando’s heart in his chest. And then the footsteps stop, just outside of the doorway that he’s hiding in. His eyes dart around the room, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Is about to sprint for the hospital bed, to see if he can squirm his way under it. But as soon as he goes to move, he hears the click of a gun safety, and he whirls, his own gun held in ever-shaking hands. 

“Found ‘em,” 

The man standing in front of him is gorgeous, despite the fact that he’s got a streak of grime and dust across his cheek. His brown eyes are bright, narrowed on him, lips pressed into a thin line. Light brown hair swoops across his forehead, and Lando has to swallow around the desire he has to reach out and brush it back with his fingers. Wonders if it would feel soft under his touch. 

Bloody hell, he’s been alone for far too long. 

“I’ll fucking shoot,” his voice is hoarse with disuse, and he watches as the other guy’s lips twitch up in a smile, gaze darting between Lando’s shaky hands, and back to his eyes. Lando knows that he looks panicked, and wonders if it’s enough for this guy to take him seriously. “Sure,” the guy says, tucks his gun back into the hip holster, suspends his hands in the air, like Lando’s a fucking cop. 

“You okay, Piastri,” the other voices sound closer than he’s expecting, and Lando jolts, heart rabbiting in his chest. 

“Yeah, fine. Stay out there for a sec, yeah? Reckon I’ll be just fine,” Piastri’s voice is an easy drawl, and Lando wishes that he could be so unbothered, so relaxed, in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse. 

“‘M not going to hurt you, yeah?” Piastri says to him, his voice low and gentle, like he’s trying to talk down a feral dog, and Lando sucks in a deep breath, chest rising and falling. His fight or flight’s still triggered, but Oscar’s still all slow movements, as he reaches one hand out. “You can give me that, okay? Don’t think you’re okay to have a gun right now, mate,” but Lando twitches backwards from the outstretched hand instinctively. 

“We’ve got shelter, food, yeah? We’re out on a supply run. If you’re not infected, you can come back with us. At least give you a place to rest your head for a few days?” Piastri’s voice is so gentle, and Lando can feel the prickle of tears beading along his lower lashes. “Let me take care of you, yeah?” 

And Lando nods, hands going limp at his sides as Piastri reaches out for him, wraps gentle fingers around Lando’s wrist, tugs the gun free and removes the cartridge. “You’re going to be okay,”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I gotta know how few neurotypicals do we have here it can't be that many

Undertale Sans - He has autism. It's not easy to tell, but put him in a room full of very loud people and you will see him show signs of getting wildly overwhelmed. He's also very obviously depressed, even though it's getting better and better now that he's on the Surface and finally got the help he desperately needed. Sans also has narcolepsy, and probably sleep apnea, which is why he looks so damn tired all the time despite sleeping all the time.

Undertale Papyrus - He has autism and ADHD! It's not fun every day but he's the King of finding ways to compensate for the bad sides (and by that I mean he hides everything until he can't and then goes to have a mental breakdown in his closet which exhausts him so much he has to sleep for twenty hours to recover :D Very sane way of compensating!). Papyrus is still learning to accept he doesn't think and act like everyone and that it can sometimes weird people out, or overwhelm people. But it's getting better.

Underswap Sans - He has ADHD as well. He is hyperactive physically and mentally. He can't focus on anything, he lives for the dopamine and he needs to have something to do all the time or he gets very frustrated and even angry in certain cases. On the bad days, he struggles a lot and can cry out of frustration of not being able to do anything. He has pills to help since he's on the Surface, which helped a lot and helped him to gain better control over his feelings.

Underswap Papyrus - He's born with hyperempathy, which is a rare soul trait. Basically, he's a sponge and is more vulnerable to people's feelings around him. He can sense them and even have an impact on them if he really focuses hard. But that means he's also very vulnerable to all of them, which can create mood swings when he's tired or not focus enough. That's mainly why he had depression Underground, as everyone was sour and angry, and it affected him a lot. Honey is lonely mainly because of that. Even if he's good at controlling it better with age, he struggles a lot in crowds and public spaces. Added to that, he has deep social anxiety and a fainting condition that's poisoning his life.

Underfell Sans - He has depression, but that's pretty much it. Red is struggling a lot with it, as it's hard sometimes to not consider himself worthless in a world where everyone thinks you are.

Underfell Papyrus - He has autism too. Edge isn't aware he is autistic, but it's so obvious to everyone else. He always struggled with making friends, he has a hyperfocus on war strategy to the point it's scary how good he is and he has autistic meltdowns regularly when things are not going how he planned them. Edge has tendencies to depression as well, even if it tends to get better over time.

Horrortale Sans - He has so many things it's hard to keep the count. He's autistic, he is depressed, he has narcolepsy like Sans, but he also has all of his memory problems, he gets extremely overwhelmed in a crowd, and he struggles to do anything because sometimes it's just not working. He also has something similar to the sundown syndrome, when he can randomly get aggressive, being agitated, confused, anxious, or lost for no apparent reason, around sunset. It can be dangerous for everyone, Willow usually locks him in his room when it happens. Everything they tried to stop it didn't stop it entirely, but they're still trying. Oak also has PTSD of Undyne's attack and all the bad things he did Underground.

Horrortale Papyrus - He has autism and ADHD, being Papyrus but older, but added to that, he has severe depression and generalized anxiety. The depression is slowly getting healed with all of his health problems, but it seems the anxiety is here to stay. He struggles mainly with how he looks, to the point he completely dissociated and doesn't call himself Papyrus anymore, and what he has to do Underground to survive. Like Oak, he has PTSD from what happened, which is triggered by seeing blood or injured people. It's completely paralyzing him when it happens and it's hard to snap him out of it.

Swapfell Sans - Nox has severe depression and unlike the others, it got worse and worse after he reached the Surface. Everyone including him knows the cause of it is Toriel, but she's holding him in her grasp and won't let go easily. Nox knows what he has to do to get better, but that's not that easy to do. He has a tendency to dissociate too when he's killing people. That's a secondary effect of his very high level of violence, and it's mostly never going away as well.

Swapfell Papyrus - He has severe depression as well but treats it like it's all a morbid joke, which is worrying. However, he's going regularly in therapy and he is definitely getting better and better, even though he doesn't always take care of himself. Rus managed to escape his Underground's alcohol and drug addictions with therapy, which definitely helped him to get better.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine has a photographic memory and a great sense of deduction. That's why he is so dangerous because he remembers everything and uses what he finds to make things go his way. He clearly also lacks empathy, but that's caused by his very high level of violence.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee has autism, duh, and generalized anxiety. Getting wrapped in a bubble his entire childhood clearly didn't help dealing with it, and it got worse when he got out of the Underground, as Coffee pretty much knew nothing of the outside world and got scared of everything. But he's starting to learn how to deal with everything, now that he has access to the internet. Coffee is a selective mute as well, which goes with his anxiety. Sometimes he gets so scared he can't talk at all. He knows how to sign and feels more comfortable signing with people he doesn't know by the way.

[ficsinhistory]

Do you have any headcanons for SCU!Amy?

You give me WAY to many power, anon. Let's go!

Amy comes from Little Planet. That's it, you can't convince me otherwise.

Because she was born on Little Planet, Amy can use her chaos energy for temporal manipulation. See the future and past, travel through time, etc.

Her people are a more pacifist, technological, diplomatic and peacemaking society. They believe in the power of the collective and that love transcends time. Hence part of her personality. They also believe that the flow of time has to be free from interference…something she doesn't agree with so much.

Amy actually knows Sonic, but neither of them remembers it because Little Planet only appears once a year for a month and she shows up the last time before he ran away. Amy landed on the island one day and ended up bumping into Sonic. They spent the month playing before she had to return for good and promising to come see him the following year. Amy never found Sonic again.

I believe Amy is a very powerful chaos energy user, especially since she is also a hedgehog. All of them, like Shadow and Sonic, have enormous and innate powers and I believe she does too. This even puts a target on her back.

She wasn't much older than Sonic when Little Planet was taken over. The whole thing was extremely traumatic for Amy who saw everything she knew and love die and the feeling of helplessness she felt motivated her to never be so helpless and incapable again.

She was captured by the creator of the Metal Sonics (probably Ivo) because of her powers when she was younger and had a quill stolen from her before could escape. This is how robots travel through time and why they have pink energy. They also can track her because of this. She blames herself for being the reason these threats are running wild and tries to make up for it.

Like Sonic, Amy was sent to Earth by a guardian who loved her, but she was instructed on a mission to protect (possibly protect the Time Stones and even Sonic) at any cost, even her own life. Contrasting Longclaw's instructions to Sonic which was to protect himself. Yes, it's so mess up to her as it's sounds.

She is on Earth at the same time as Sonic. However, she never left the New York area and being so good at hiding, never knew about him nor he about her.

Her hammer came from a factory of Little Planet, which canonically has an advanced industrial hub. She get it during the invasion to protect herself.

Amy has been fighting Metals for years and they always come back more refined and better. The only reason she hasn't been defeated is that her powers give her an advantage with vision of the future and Amy is naturally a strategic and inventive mind.

It's unnerving for her to destroy the Metal Army because they look similar to Sonic. Her mind can't remember him, but subconsciously, she knows she's seen that face somewhere. She's thrilled when she finally meets the real Sonic.

Just like Sonic's, Amy's powers are linked to emotions and since the trauma of the fall of Little Planet, her temporal abilities don't work very well. More specifically, her ability to see possible futures and remember her own past, is very scary for her. It's only when she meets Sonic again and they commit to dealing with the past together that it return to normal.

Amy's emotions in general are a mess. She is traumatized and lonely, while also being loving and optimistic. Because of her mission, she is afraid of putting even more people she cares about in danger, which leads to self-isolation. And just like Sonic, she tries to distract herself by wandering around New York and observing friends, couples, and families.

She's obsessed with musicals. She's also crazy about magical girls and has stacks of manga in her home. Amy also loves writing.

She lives in the post-credits park, in her own cave. In addition to manga, she has fairy lights, musical posters, various pink things, fashion magazines and exterotypically feminine things. Cloths? She loves it. Pop white girl music? You can bet. Rom-com? Please, she's a New Yorker.

The moon reminds her of Little Planet because it is also a satellite. Imagine her shock of seeing it split it.

She has survivor's guilt and thinks the Metals are her fault, so Amy has very little self-preservation. This leaves everyone, especially Sonic, a nervous wreck.

Amy believes in unconditional love, and is a lover of all living things. Following the philosophy that all life is valid and precious. Love is the only thing that transcend time.

When Amy meets the Wachowskis, she is delighted and excited. She has finally found people she can be around without fear, who she gets along with and who are part of her mission. Yes, she loves Maddie and Maddie loves her.

This girl collects friends and allies as Pokemons. Tom and Maddie? Folded for this cute, pink girl. Tails and Knuckles? Automatically siblings. Even Shadow can't handle this girl's absolute resolve for friendship. He knows resist is useless.

She and Sonic have a mutual crush, but they're really bad at it. Between the traumas and the similarities, it's just… amazing and scary to have someone understand you like that. Love is being seen, and Amy doesn't know how to feel about being so seen and vulnerable like that. All Amy knows is that she loves this boy very much and would hate to be responsible for taking him away from his family. That said, she can't hide it. Is so obvious.

Although she is in love with Sonic, her favorite Wachowski brother is Tails. They're tech siblings and strategic pals.

Knuckles and Amy get along very well. She has heard of his reputation as a warrior and he knows the stories of the mysterious Little Planet. They are both happy to finally have a sparring partner.

Amy's fighting style is very aggressive and destructive. She feels a lot of anger towards the Metals and this is quite a fuel. It reminds a bit of Shadow's practicality and brutality.

She is so empathetic and kind to the point of being disarming. Amy can get the truth out of anyone like that. One look into those green eyes and you are doomed. She will win you over with the power of unconditional love and non-judgmental listening.

Empathy plus temporal powers allow Amy to know everything about someone. It's scary and she knows it and likes it.

She is very good at hiding and uses this to her advantage when she visits New York. Although sometimes she likes to mess with people she finds rude by revealing herself a little and saying "no one will believe you" before smiling and walking away.

Amy has a temper and is very angry. And she is in New York. Pretty much the best place for her to hide.

She can love everyone but herself.

[vindicated-truth]

Genderbent Han Joowon and / or Lee Dongsik is such a fascinating concept to tackle because if you keep all of their characterizations, personalities, and dynamics intact, save for the fact that one or both of them is a woman—it dramatically and drastically changes how their interactions are viewed by the audience.

Especially the female audience.

There will be fear over Han Joowon's behalf as a woman, as well as simultaneous commendation for being extra brave and frustration at being extra reckless, for going against Lee Dongsik as a man. All of those accusations and confrontations Joowon made against Dongsik will be seen as incredibly dangerous, considering Dongsik as a man is at first seen as a serial killer, and the victims were all women.

At the same time, there will also be additional sympathy and outrage on Joowon's behalf as a daughter neglected and abused by a father, and to be left alone in a foreign land as a young girl living alone is significantly more dangerous compared to being a boy.

Joowon as a woman would've faced more hardships at work too, considering even now women are rarely given significant positions at work, and would be questioned even more because the only leeway at work she'd ever have is because she's her father's daughter, and even that would be used against her.

There will also be significantly more outrage on Lee Dongsik's behalf as a woman who lost her twin, the only one who could ever fully be on her side and truly the other half of her soul, as now a lone daughter forced to make her way through society without the only other woman she could ever rely on—and without the significant safety nets of a supportive family a daughter would've needed more in order to function in society, compared to a son.

This gives Dongsik incredible similarity to Jaeyi too, and gives their dynamic even more nuance and strength, because even though Jaeyi can never replace Yuyeon, both of them can go through life with an incredible understanding of each other's situation, and makes Jaeyi's initial frosty reception of Joowon more understandable as women who distrust men for a reason.

We would also be significantly be more outraged by the police brutality Dongsik would have suffered as a woman at the hands of Nam Sangbae, and as the audience we would not have been so forgiving of Nam Sangbae after that.

Han Joowon as a man continuously confronting Lee Dongsik as a woman be seen as incredibly abusive, a blatant abuse of power both as police officer and as a man, and we would have been incredibly fearful for Dongsik as a woman because regardless of how good a person Joowon is eventually revealed to be, there is always the instinctual fear of violence of a man towards a woman in any confrontation.

Both Dongsik and Joowon being women leave us with two outcasts, two victims of society, a woman wrongly accused who has no hope of ever rising in society, and a woman who will always be targeted by the people in power because of her gender. We see them in an even more helpless, desperate situation, and their interactions would be seen not as fascinating clashes of power dynamics, but as two women who have nothing left to lose in trusting each other.

What's fascinating to think about the current dynamics of Joowon and Dongsik as they are is that part of the reason they're seen as equal partners is because they're both men. Either one of them being a woman would've significantly given more power to the other as a man, and the balance in their dynamic would be broken.

And the saddening, angering truth is, if both of them had been women, they wouldn't have been able to do any of the actions they needed to do to compel the case forward because they would have faced significantly more hurdles as women, versus being men.

Mostly because society would have believed them even less, let alone listen to them.

The female victims in the show clearly had already been enough evidence of that.