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golden child, where did your shine go?

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[miidnighters]

Jiwon smacks a kiss to the top of his head and as soon as he's out of the way, Flynn tosses his head back for another bark - a happy one, in the face of the love and affection he's so willingly given.

Race? No fair!

Jiwon sets off, and Flynn follows suit - galumphing down the sand and definitely not going to be the one that wins this. Once they get into the water, though, there won't be any beating him there.

Flynn hits the waters edge and dives in, keeping close to Jiwon to make sure he's safe and protected - which also means that he's close enough for his boyfriend to reach out and touch, to curl and arm around his shoulders instead of treading water if he gets too tired.

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the advantage accompanying jiwon's surprise head-start is short-lived. as soon as his feet hit the water, he slows significantly. his weight sinks into the rolling sand, further thrown off by the opposing force of swaying waves. still, jiwon tries his best to trudge and wade through the water until it's deep enough for diving—but by then, flynn has already caught up to him. kicking constantly to keep himself afloat, jiwon awkwardly bobs near the surface of the water and grins upon spotting a familiar pair of round eyes amidst the crystal blue ocean.

"are you my escort now?" between occasional sputters of salt water, he manages to laugh and dares to swim a little further out. there's only so far he can safely manage as a human, but flynn's company bolsters his confidence. "if only i had a tail, i could be a real mermaid. but i guess that's your job now."

[miidnighters]

Chase thinks this is great. He loves a blanket pile - and truthfully, has probably slept in worse places. Plopping down, Chase makes sure that there's still enough room for Juniper on all the blankets and pillows, even if it means they'll be sitting pressed relatively close together.

"Oh, yeah, I know those. I had an Aunt that we lived with for a while who used to have that sort of stuff on all the time. It's not weird at all." Even if Juniper had picked something super weird, Chase certainly wasn't going to call him out on it. "Well, you know how to work your TV better than I do. Whack it on and we'll chill out for the rest of the night."

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in any other situation, they'd be in an absolute dream. laid upon a cloud of blankets and cumulus pillows, cosy programs lit up on the television. all they're missing is the snacks, of which juniper is shamefully bereft. hopefully chase isn't too hungry, though they could run down the block if the situation became so dire. when juniper takes a seat beside chase, he tries to be careful about the space he occupies, but exhaustion makes his bones heavy, joints clumsy. he collapses more than settles, then slumps against chase's side with something almost like a sigh. it's a miracle he didn't black out earlier at work.

"tell me about your day," juniper whispers, half-watching the show. apparently, they're learning about the painstaking construction of air brake tanks. "is the bike still working for you?"

[scrrface]

A STUDY IN ⸺ THE GILDED GOLDEN CAGE, THE VIOLENCE OF REMAINING GENTLE, A CROWN THAT ROTS, LOYALTY, GUILT LIKE A NOOSE, GRAY MORALITY, A SINNER SPOKEN SAINT, BEING GOOD AT WHAT DESTROYS YOU, SPEAKING IN SILENCE, THE PACING TIGER, BURIED KINDNESS.

tony alexander, independent, original character in the crime world. written by hades (25+). carrd.

[miidnighters]

That, of course, is why Flynn makes such a good partner for Jiwon.

But of course, the other man isn't here right now, which means Jiwon and Tate are running around unchecked. A recipe for disaster, truly.

"Okay, of course, you're right, I'm sorry. You're a true Sims connoisseur, and I shouldn't have questioned your expansion packs. Making a boo for me only counts if we can make them real, like - what was that Disney Channel movie?"

Tate drifts off into thought for a moment, staring at their hands.

"It'll come to me. Anyway. No re-evaluation needed."

At Jiwon's urging, Tate heads for the kitchen before moving to join Jiwon in front of the computer.

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they're two kids in a candy shop, wholly unsupervised, left free to roam the shelves with zealous hands and starved stomachs. jiwon's eyes shimmer with excitement as soon as they're sat in front of the computer—an adorable set-up of peachy pinks galore, courtesy of flynn's seemingly infinite patience. happily, jiwon lets tate have the desk chair while he pulls up the cushioned stool from his vanity.

"loretta modern was a hologram, tatie. i mean, a totally sentient AI that could possess people through EEG machines, but a hologram nonetheless. you deserve a real person!"

and a real person they will craft for sims-tate! someone perfect, devastatingly handsome, gentlemanly, and the top of all tops.

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[12 AM] - a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

midnight is transformative, transcendent. neither yesterday nor tomorrow, and not quite today. a place that exists simultaneously in between and altogether removed. nights like these have jiwon feeling lost, suspended in limbo. for weeks, sometimes months, he can keep the anxiety at bay, sealed tight in the narrowest pocket of his lungs. but the unease can only sit for so long before it sours. festering; burgeoning. last time it was nothing, and tonight it feels like everything.

when one feels so forlorn and wistful for a faraway home, the most fitting solution short of purchasing a last-minute plane ticket is to seek out familiar comforts. a hasty home-cooked meal. salt in the air with waves underfoot. grey waters and equally gloomy sand are a far cry from the crystal blue and white of jiwon's hometown, but they'll do for now. he even has a surprise spectacle of light and colour to claim as a consolation prize. when last was it that he'd caught fireworks outside the first day of a new year?

"you think those are legal?" melancholy as he may feel, jiwon can't help laughing. there's an absurdity to the scene: fireworks in the middle of a foggy night, attracting crowds to better vantage points. their gathering at the pier is modest, as can be expected at this time of night. still, jiwon turns to the nearest person and gestures with a shoulder towards the show. arms wrap around a shivering body, with only a well-loved hoodie for shelter from the breeze. "where did they even find fireworks this time of year?"

like clockwork starters: ACCEPTING!

[scrrface]

A STUDY IN ⸺ THE GILDED GOLDEN CAGE, THE VIOLENCE OF REMAINING GENTLE, A CROWN THAT ROTS, LOYALTY, GUILT LIKE A NOOSE, GRAY MORALITY, A SINNER SPOKEN SAINT, BEING GOOD AT WHAT DESTROYS YOU, SPEAKING IN SILENCE, THE PACING TIGER, BURIED KINDNESS.

tony alexander, independent, original character in the crime world. written by hades (25+). carrd.

[miidnighters]

Rion might be young, and they might seem naive (are naive, most of the time), but they also know a thing or two about welcoming people who are a little shy into new social settings. After all, they try so many new things - classes and hobbies and clubs - that it becomes second nature after a while, and their point is only proven by that tiny smile they spot on Jiwon's face. "It's because you're no fun, not because your eyes don't work." Rion throws back, flashing a wide grin at Jiwon as if to demonstrate that it's just teasing.

"You brought extra towels? See, no wonder you're Fred's favourite." Flynn ignores Rion's jab and jokes to Jiwon easily, sadly unaware of the smile or Rion's internal scheming. Fred, for his part, is completely focused on his job for right now - but Flynn knows that once he gets in the water, the towels will be appreciated. "My weather app tells me it's nice out today. There'll probably be some seagulls for him to chase and everything. We brought some snacks, too, so we're all prepared for the day."

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something about rion's candor is refreshing, and jiwon can see that flynn takes no offense at the teasing. the curve on jiwon's lips lingers as they head to the nearest bus stop, sun shining bright and skies crystal clear. it's warm today, but pleasantly so. any time the heat begins to border on stifling, a breeze sweeps in for the rescue. floppy hat fluttering around his face, jiwon watches fred navigate the space with expert focus.

"his favourite?" pink in the cheeks, jiwon clutches his bag a little tighter and chalks up the skip of his heart to the anticipation of their outing. "he hasn't known me nearly as long as you. plus, you.. you have to be his favourite. that's his job."

pausing by the bus stop, jiwon resists the urge to reach down and pet fred while he's on duty. he'll have to wait until later, when the harness comes off and those extra towels will almost certainly become necessary. as they wait, jiwon rocks on his heels and gathers the courage to address rion. "do you go the beach often?"

[miidnighters]

"Fuck-"

Flynn groans, arching and head falling back as Jiwon so expertly out-maneuvers him. Jiwon must be loving this, he thinks, but there's no time to dwell on that - he's getting desperate, he wants more so badly.

Eventually, slowly, Jiwon graces him with the barest bit of pressure.

"Yes, please, sit on my face, baby. Let me suck your dick, eat you out-"

It's easier to be distracted from his own achingly hard cock when he has something else - his boyfriends pleasure, for example, even though they're in this current standoff where Flynn is the one without the power.

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oh, this is fun. the more flynn's desperation grows, the more daring jiwon feels. as if truly considering the offer, jiwon hums and sways his hips in slow, slow circles. there's a deep satisfaction in knowing how much this affects flynn, crystal clear in his voice, his breath, his cock straining beneath fabric. for all his suffering and patience, jiwon should reward his boyfriend.

"think i wanna sit on your face," he half-purrs, half-sighs. finally turning his gaze to meet flynn's directly, jiwon leans forward to peck his lips before shifting his position. entirely on purpose, he lets a knee just graze over flynn's crotch and only barely manages to stifle a giggle. turned around with knees bracketing flynn's head, jiwon wiggles his hips in their tiny pair of shorts, then teases with a hand slipping down the front of flynn's pants.

"you can touch me now, baby. wanna feel your hands and your mouth on me."

[painofsurvival]

ᴘᴀɪɴᴏғsᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ⸻ Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ C-PTSD.

⸻ ᴇsᴛ. 09/22 ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇss & ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs?

ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ. ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs. ᴍᴇᴍᴇs. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs.

[briggsmade]

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[daemonry]

❛❛  i wouldn't worry about it. clearly she doesn't want to try and cooperate so there's nothing you can really do.  ❜❜   in times like this do-hyun feels a bit bad for jiwon and the other's odd desire to befriend every person that exists even when they sound like they must be exhausting to deal with. then again he himself doesn't necessarily like conflict and would much prefer it if everyone could just get along. the less drama the better after all.   ❛❛  don't waste your time on people like that,  ❜❜   there's a subtle scrunch of his nose when he says that, as if he's thinking back to his old school days.   ❛❛  she's probably just never heard any variation of  `  no  ´  before.  ❜❜

when he makes it back to the table his attention is fully on the pilot this time.   ❛❛  you'll find someone. there's no way you won't, not with that many other candidates. i'm sure the other person is just as desperate to find their other half as you are.  ❜❜   or at least that's what he assumes given jiwon's personality. he finds it almost impossible to imagine his friend with someone who isn't as clingy or loud. a pause. two jiwons ... an introvert's nightmare. there's a small rumble across the table as his phone vibrates and he picks it up to turn the screen on.   ❛❛  lunchtime.  ❜❜

a wave of his hand is his response to the complaints on his comment and he leans over to dig around in his backpack for his tablet. maybe he'll finally be able to finish that e - book he started three months ago.   ❛❛  finding your co - pilot doesn't mean you're going to find the person you're going to get married to. you know how diverse the pilots here are. siblings, parents and kids, people who are just soulmate friends or whatever. stuff like that.  ❜❜   he beckons jiwon towards the door so that they can leave   ▬▬   and so that he can watch jiwon leave first because he doesn't entirely trust the other not to break anything if left alone.   ❛❛  come on, i want to get good seats.  ❜❜

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"i wouldn't marry them right off the bat. this isn't cinderella." jiwon rolls his eyes, though the irony is entirely lost on him. he's spent the entire morning searching for his beloved glass slipper and the royalty who comes with it. the entirety of lunch might see the same fate if nothing else captures his mind. still splayed awkwardly over the desk, jiwon sighs a long, forlorn exhale rife with suffering and drags himself up to follow do-hyun. what's the benefit of good seats when the world is so bereft of romance! by some miracle, he does not knock over every sample, document, and expensive piece of equipment on the way out.

"anyway, i didn't mean my one true match like the love of my life. have you ever heard of platonic soulmates? ride-or-die besties? honestly, if they just love love as much as me, i think we'd get along great!" —but it's not up to jiwon to make the final decision on his co-pilot. that falls on the shoulders of the commander, with whom jiwon has unfortunately not always seen eye to eye. things are different out in battle, where lives are on the line and every split-second could mean the end of all they hold dear. as someone who once served as a jaeger pilot, shouldn't the commander understand that?

"what do you think they're serving today? i'm getting kind of sick of gyoza to be honest. maybe if it wasn't the same filling every time, it wouldn't be so bad, but i'm kinda reaching my limit, you know? ooh, i hope they have taiyaki for dessert. or a little slice of a roll cake!"

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"Oh! I mean to tell you - well, no, I was gonna leave it a surprise but I can't wait. I'm crocheting you some legwarmers! Dancers still wear those, right?"

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"oh..." juniper echoes, albeit with significantly less energy. that doesn't, however, mean his chest isn't still warmed by the surprise. despite the pair of (well-worn) legwarmers sat in the bag hanging from his shoulder, juniper appreciates zetta's gesture. she's been nothing but sunshine, and heaven knows he needs as much as he can get.

"we do. i think some more than others, but i do."

[thelonelymvse]

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it's...... a little odd, feeling safe with someone who isn't lance. and sure, it's only within the confines of the bus, a little safe haven for the both of them. but it's a step forward for her, isn't it? she's trusting someone. she's giving him shimmery barrettes and taking the farmer's market apples he shares with her. they're giggling over their shared plant names (even though she doesn't tell him that she chose it herself).

she also doesn't tell him that she knows he's died. how could she possibly ever say that?

but juniper is safe. juniper is a friend. juniper doesn't react poorly when a loud, deep voice echoes from the front of the bus and lily starts shaking, when she frantically grabs his hand as the voice gets closer and squeezes too tight. he just squeezes back and lets lily hide her face against his shoulder. "i'm sorry," she whispers after a moment. she doesn't have the strength yet to pull away.

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this world is not safe. death lurks at every corner, with claws curled and numerous fangs bared. too often juniper has stood before its gaping maw, staring down an interminable and ravenous cavern. he's grown familiar with death's twisted throat, with the white-hot acid capable of burning through a person's entirety in seconds. juniper can easily count on a single hand how many times he's been chewed up, blistered down to his atoms, and heaved back up, irrevocably changed into something unrecognisable. he shouldn't even have to count, but death never gave him a choice.

the stench of death and all its accomplices clings to this world with tenterhook talons, but there still exist tiny bubbles of safety. this bus, this row, these two seats are safe and quiet. here, juniper breathes easily and braves the wickedness of this life to smile when he's with lily. a bag of freshly picked apples sits in his lap, a few helpings lighter than just a few minutes ago. maybe, when he's a little braver still, he might make a pie with the rest of his haul and share with lily, too.

"it's okay," juniper reassures, squeezing lily's hand gently. this world is terrible and unkind; the least he can do is show some compassion. "he'll get off at the next stop."

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Flynn lets out another moan. He should have known that when Jiwon got a little bit of confidence, he'd be nothing but a tease. It makes this situation all the better, actually, for seeing Jiwon so comfortable and in his element.

"Touch my cock, baby, please?" Flynn asks Jiwon via the mirror, rolling his hips up to try and get a little bit of friction, mouth watering at the curve of Jiwon's spine. Flynn's seen it before, of course, but it's the kind of thing that never gets less sexy. "I want to be inside you - or in your mouth." Or to have Jiwon in his mouth - just something more than the teasing he's been getting. "Or do you wanna fuck me, baby? I'd like that too."

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for the sole purpose of riling up his boyfriend, jiwon shifts more of his weight into the hands braced on flynn's chest. like a seesaw, he rocks forward at the same time flynn rolls his hips up, missing any chance at friction by a split-second and half an inch. now jiwon understands why flynn loves to see him desperate, indulges in the pretty please's. with gazes still locked through the mirror, jiwon hums and hovers in this position without an ounce of discomfort. in fact, he's quite content to linger here thanks to all these years of dance spent training his body to withstand the worst. eventually, though, he does take mercy on flynn and lowers his hips—with painstaking, feather-light care.

"but what if i wanna sit on your face? would you like that, too?"

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"Ah, I'm sorry." Flynn is determined not to make a big deal out of it. After all, he can kind of already tell that Jiwon doesn't wanna talk about it. "I do that all the time. Took me ages to get used to having it there."

At Jiwon's question, Flynn flashes a grin in his direction. "I'm usually more of a coffee guy, but I like sweet things - so I load it up with sugar, or sometimes syrup, which I'm told is not good for me. I don't dislike tea, but it reminds me a little bit of being sick."

However, since Jiwon already has the tea, Flynn's going to drink it with him tonight. No point starting the coffee maker as well.

"What kind of tea did you pick?" He asks, setting two mugs on the counter.

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well, that's somewhat reassuring. if even flynn bumps into the furniture of his own home from time to time, jiwon can't feel too mortified that he's done it, too. then again, flynn can't exactly see his own furniture, but jiwon tries not to dwell on the topic much longer. instead, he eagerly pivots to the tea and rests a hip against the counter near flynn.

"i also like sweet teas," jiwon confesses softly, as if sharing a secret. it's been so long since jiwon last brewed tea for himself, too distressed with the possibility of poisoning himself and forgetting he's even done so. delicately, he begins to tear open the satchel of tea and tucks the tidbit about flynn preferring coffee away for safe-keeping. "hibiscus.. i think it's sweet, but maybe a little tart, too."

[scrrface]

whatever   delight   brings   julien   beauchamp   to   waltz   his   very   own   odette   into   his   mansion    ---    was   naught   but   a   futile   attempt   at   veiling   the   infernal   face   of   an   odile.   veiled   and   concealed   by   whatever   pristine   light   the   other   could   steal   from   the   moon   and   wear   as   his   own   halo.   and   it   was   his   to   wear    ---    like   the   15   carat   brilliant-cut   diamonds   dangling   from   lithe   neck,   replacing   his   footsteps    ---    how   could   the   crime   lord   object   ?

   his   phone   detonates,   violently   vibrating   against   the   surface   of   heavy   mahogany.   one.   two.   three.   four.   tony   clicks   his   tongue   against   his   cheek,   brows   raising   with   a   gaze   that   knew    ---       ah,   a   fifth   was   to   follow.   in   no   hurry   nor   need   to   confirm   the   sender,   he   lets   his   mont   blanc   glide   out   of   his   grip    ---    accompanied   by   a   huffed   exhale.   louder   than   necessary.   perhaps,   in   the   attempt   of   airing   his   temper    ---    perhaps,   to   convince   himself   of   its   spoiling.   the   urgency   at   hand   left   him   with   the   specific   foreboding   of   a   nature   even   he,   for   its   unsuspected   unpredictability,   could   not   often   calculate   correctly.

   long   strides,   hands   buried   in   his   pockets   as   he   is   welcomed   by   impatient,   awaiting   chiming   of   dainty   jewelry   and   the   flushed,   eternal   spring   upon   julien's   countenance.   alit   with   a   joy   that   stirred   the   crime   lord's   eyes   to   narrow,   slowing   his   steps   without   taking   notice   of   it.   indeed,   tony   was   met   once   again   with   the   very   familiar,   uncalculated   uncertainty   snaking   up   the   tip   of   his   nerves.   enough,   to   seal   his   own   elevated   mood   and   abandon   it   at   once.   julien   almost   hovers   above   the   creaking   floorboards    ---    like   the   dancing   swans   of   the   far   caucasus   mountains   and   the   absurdity   of   celebratory   words   drowns   out   entirely.   his   eyes   had   just   discovered   the   true   motive,   beyond   julien's   scheme.   and   it   stared   right   back   at   the   crime   lord   in   an   intrigued,   hovering   quality   of   air.   for   an   emerald,   too   blue    ---    for   a   sapphire,   too   green   !   painting   itself   a   hue,   unable   to   be   replicated.   in   its   youth,   soft   and   small    ---    nestled   in   the   other's   hand.       "    you   cannot   mean   it.    "       the   crime   lord's   appetite   for   humor   seemed   dried   up,   judging   from   the   deep   frown   and   the   evident   doubt   in   own   voice.   blinking   in   his   own   stillness   of   a   statue.    he   should   count   this   as   betrayal   !   plotting,   behind   his   back   !   but   the   feline   child   yawns    ---    and   somehow,   manages   to   disarm   the   crime   lord   at   once.   forced   in   his   concealed   defeat,   he   turns   at   the   spot,   walking   into   the   open   space   of   the   apartment,   before   settling   in   his   office   chair.   gaze   unable   to   let   them   both   go   or   dismiss   the   situation   in   usual   manner. elbow propped, rubbing own forehead.   his   stoicism   is   about   to   crack,   as   he   catches   it   by   a   thread,    "    neither   you   nor   i   have   time   to   take   care   of   it.    "    a   silent   reminder to  snake   in   his   mind.   a   war   between   logic   and   julien    ---    hardly   had   ever   ended   in   logic's   favour.

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tony alexander knows nothing of joy. this fact, julien is convinced of the very instant four words escape the confines of the other's hard-set lips. even so many syllables must take enormous effort, enough to shift tectonic plates and erode entire coastlines. were this not a celebratory occasion, julien would laugh. instead he parries tony's scowl with a pout as plump as cherries. brows pinch together ever so precisely, framing a pair of honey brown eyes for the perfect portrait of despondency. how could anyone be so callous, so cruel to these innocent souls? so uncaring of their comfort, heart of icy onyx unmoved by their plight! julien's arms weigh heavily with this precious life, cradled in a vigilant embrace. the tiny creature yawns—a clear sign of distress!—and succeeds in a miracle, disarming the crime lord and forcing him to retreat to the shelter of his desk. tony: 0. tag team: 1.

in spite of best efforts, a smile slips through the cracks. splits bright cherry into twain; reveals an undeniable delight at the turn of events. gentle hands clutch the kitten closer to the heart and accentuate just how small she is—so fragile, so nascent. an entire life awaits her still, with countless adventures to unfold and dive into. how could anyone turn away such a sweetheart?

"well, that's just the thing about having children, darling. you make time for them." vibrant aquamarines and rich caramels stare back at tony, daring him to deny the pair once more. a clean hit; critical damage. "in fact, i've already done so much for her. medicine, food, toys, beds, accessories... everything a growing girl could want and more because i'm just so considerate like that." fine silk flutters and flows, just skimming the slender frame that finds a home at the edge of tony's desk. encroaching on his garrisons, on the precipice of breaching. a few well-timed blows and surely the fortress will give way. all they need is a crevice wide enough to slip through, to infiltrate, to inhabit. co-habit, ideally.

"it's your turn to step up. you should name her first."