#because this REEKS of projection

[fauvester]

betazoid SIC chauncey using his telepathy specifically to inflict extremely specific psychological damage on unruly subordinates as discipline. like Hm. I sense a great deal of inner turmoil. you know your parents wont be any less proud of you if you refrain from being such a toxic bitch in the workplace. you'll be right about nobody ever loving you if you keep acting like a frat boy on off hours

[thanatologie]

honestly, and this is just my $0.02 so take it with a grain of salt, but the neve hate has some real heteronomativity cattiness bullshit tagged on to it, because i'm assuming (lurking in the tags as i do and chewing on bad takes - eventually they'll enrage me enough that i'll start pulling screencaps with dialogue and put together a here is why you're fucking dumb post - it will not be the first or last time i do that and i won't apologize) a lot of people - especially in the general fandom who don't create in the sense that rpers and fanfic authors do, project themselves heavily on their rooks, and there's a legit spark of jealousy when a companion romanced in a previous playthrough romances someone else (ie neve and lucanis).

and like. i get that's a thing and generally can be fine - i think it would be fun to do a playthrough with decisions i would make but i'd also be a mostly purple rook and that's...not a lot different than what i'm doing now anyway but. again. there's a cattiness to it and it's just like please go touch grass for a little while.

[neo-zone]

Oh so after Shunuki, Juazz/Jubazz also shouldn't be shipped because they're just friends? That people who ship them since the FRIEND flashback is sexualizing them? Of course the ones who said that are the same people who gushed over every single male-female childhood friends duo without hesitation just because they are m/f (and the ones who wanted the kids to kiss and get into relationship the most more than anyone during the flashback)

It's homophobia, always has been homophobia. You no longer can be slick with your outdated stupid excuse now, cishets

God, get me out of this hell

[antxnous]

“We’re a team. Just you and me, like we used to be.”

Erm brother pick urself the FAWK up

[randomnameless]

What do you think about the take that there's no freedom of religion in Fodlan because there's a woman who worships a foreign deity in the abyss?

More or less the same thing than the take about Colonel Sanders being jailed in Garreg Mach because Rhea wants all those chicken tenders for herself.

More seriously,

Bar Claude speaking with his ass, and apparently Leonie being worried that the Church might be crossed with Claude mentionning he's not religious - even if in Leicester it's pretty much known far and wide that the nobles adopt a pious font for PR - I prefer believing the words of, you know, the CoS officials aka Rhea and Seteth on that matter, the CoS's doctrine - at least for the Central Church - doesn't forbid practice of other religions or faiths.

The Western Church being xenophobic most likely would be pissed at, say, random duscurian person worshiping Duscurian gods, but as for the central church? They, just, dgaf.

Now, in the Abyss, there's a pagan statue - from a Dagda deity per Shamir in Nopes! - and a woman praying there, who was apparently harassed for not following the Seiros faith.

But... if freedom of religion was banned :

1/how the fuck this 20 meters tall statue managed to be placed in Fodlan's Vatican's basement without anyone noticing

2/why Seteth and Rhea, when asked, said they don't impose the Seiros faith on people

3/why Leicesterians are allowed to be "pious for show" if religion was so important?

As always with Fodlan, we have some things told by several characters who are playable/talkable in the base game (tfw Seteth mentions how they don't force people to worship first in FEH, and then in Nopes, but nothing in FE16 + Cyril's supports that no one bothers to read because fig him I guess and ultimately they don't matter because Claude can't look like a clown in VW) and they are contradicted by either, flavor text, screening through various lines of hidden dialogue or, flat out, lines said in the gacha or the musou spin off.

Now, about that Dagdan woman, why was she in the Abyss, aka, a CoS shelter ?

Because she worships a different god and that's frowned upon by, uh, the very same church that shelters her? And this church gives her a place to worship her deity?

Or, if we take clues and connect dots from two astral planes, could it make more sense that this person ended up in the Abyss because she was Dagdan, and from Shamir's backstory we know Dagdans aren't that beloved by Fodlan people, after their multiple attempted invasions of Adrestia? Dagdan Woman must have looked for some shelter and found one - as for where or who put that statue here, I can't guess, but given how the Abyss is a place for people who cannot live at the surface without being picked on/harassed/threatened, I suppose the purpose of that statue being there was more in the lines of "as long as you're here if you want to worship your god you can do so" and less in the lines of "I'm so not tolerant at all that I will create a space in my holiest place where you can worship your god, because i hate other religions than my own".

If there is a general point to be made about "freedom of religion" in Fodlan, it's more about the lack of reliable (so, no Claude and his "I'll smash open the land and get rid of its backwards values unless I go to school") info about how tolerant the various countries that compose Fodlan are, and how some people from the CoS aren't on the same wavelength as Rhea and Seteth are.

Do they have some sort of responsability in this matter? Maybe in their hands-off approach to let the regional branches preach what they want or not adopt a stricter control on what is being taught but the game - and most likely that take - isn't bothered by all intricacies of how to conduct a faith/religion, otherwise I'd call a double standard over the CoS being BaD because they don't tell Father McRandom from Leicester to stop making randoms believe they can't have faith in other religion than the Seiros faith, but not calling out Ionius on not acting against Hanneman's brother in law when he fucked his wife so much that she died, or Lambert for Matthias keeping a kid as a hostage, or Claude's Uncle not frowning at Gloucester killing Raph's parents (the nopes retcon notwithstanding).

[maryasmorevna]

................. not to rain down on anyone's parade but barely characterized 14 year old lucerys could never have the swag eleanor or henry had

[anythingforstories]

Never did I expect to share my 2017-era fanfic with 1,300 students for them to practice line editing techniques, but here we are.

[fellhellion]

sorry im spinning miguel like a rotissere chicken in my brain and need to exocise it, some points:

that beat of silence when gwen asks if he knows for sure what will happen if miles breaks the canon <- does some small part of miguel doubt if what happened to him was truly a result of canon breaking, because otherwise why hesitate (and if so what gives him cause to think this), or is this simply a comment on the characters thinking miles is perhaps being someone who can surpass the limitations of canon. Though this second point would run contrary to the fact that Gwen’s actions alter the fate of her father. 

why does miguel’s adopted universe seem to break all at once part 1 <- was his self from that universe also spiderman and that’s what he considers his canon breaking event? you don’t get the sense that dead miguel was spiderman because current miguel was unhappy enough with his life just being his work to abandon it for the chance at a family. and all the memories he observes of himself with gabi just show him as a normal dad. You only see his spidersuit when he’s trying to save her.

why does miguel’s adopted universe seem to break all at once part 2 <- the only catalyst we’ve ever seen enact so much instant destabilisation is the collider. when itsv’s spider gang was there, the destabalisation was going to kill them personally, not the universe, so what’s the difference here? the watch doesn’t seem to displace that destablisation onto the world per what we’ve seen so. why so instantaneous. 

if the destabalisation was gradual and we simply see the final deadly result, did miguel simply ignore it? Even with the threat it posed to his daughter? 

[gaykingslayer]

sometimes i lie awake at night thinking about how they got gendry's last name wrong in S8

[king0fcrows]

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[chrysanthemum-aria]

okay I reblogged this earlier with a few tags but I kinda wanna talk more about how these remind me of the silent man-made forests in the Philippines

They're called "silent forests" for a reason. For context, these are big-leaf mahogany trees, trees not native to the Philippines, and is highly invasive. Because of this, the complex, intertwined relationships between flora and faune that have evolved throughout the ages are nonexistent. Not a single chirp to be heard. Mahogany leaf litter also alters soil composition, choking out any trees and plants trying to grow too.

The fact that this was an attempt at reforestation adds salt to the wound, as this could have been an opportunity to reforest any of the hundreds of vulnerable and endangered native tree species in the Philippines. Im pretty sure this is kinda old news and that there Are recent reforestation projects for said native trees, but as someome who loves birds and nature in general, this one instance makes me real sad

sources I used for my big-leaf mahogany callout post:

monoculture forests are deeply unsettling in a way that is hard to explain to people who do not spend a lot of time looking at forests

[jejewonster]

Training Wheels

i love everything you do, when you call fucking dumb for the stupid shit i do ⋅˚ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙

˚₊‧⁺˖ pairing: jeon wonwoo x f! reader ˚₊‧⁺˖ genre: dubcon, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY) ˚₊‧⁺˖ wc: 3.2k

— wonwoo is sick of your childish crush on him. unforutunately his friends are assholes and forces him in a room alone with you.

˚₊‧⁺˖ smut tags & warnings: mean!wonwoo, obsessive!reader, asshole!wonwoo, corruption kink, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, spanking, multiple postions, innocence kink. seungcheol and mingyu are mentioned, wonwoo finds reader annoying, wonwoo is a huge asshole. ˚₊‧⁺˖ a/n: read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. thank you @discoverhansol for beta reading ♡.

a sequence of familiar dings of wonwoo’s ringtone silences the middle of his conversation. seungcheol and mingyu send him a knowing look, their smiles cheeky as if they already know who’s blowing up his phone. 

[@/yourusername]  hi wonu!! have a good day at school >.<  lmk if u received the pastry and latte i got u hehe  i had to give it to gyu cuz i couldn’t find u :(((  see u during econ :3 <3  [read at 12:37 p.m. ]

wonwoo frowns at his phone; he doesn’t understand why you keep trying to get close to him or why you even like him, but it’s starting to piss him off. the teasing from both seungcheol and mingyu doesn’t help either. wonwoo is on the brink of insanity and you won’t let go of your stupid crush on him. 

sure, he’s popular, he’s hot, and girls are gonna like him. but for some reason you have a knack for getting under his skin. in his three years of university, no girl has ever been so diligent in pursuing him, not like you. just the ping he gets from his instagram dm’s ticks him off, because no one else sends him more texts in a row, not like you. he hates how you’ve gotten his friends to do your bidding, like the smirk on mingyu’s face when he hands him your meaningless gifts. 

“another text from your girlfriend?” cheol snickers, leaning over the dining hall table to peek at wonwoo’s phone. 

blood rushes through wonwoo’s body with vigour. he’s red with anger, not embarrassment. he hates when dumb and dumber refer to you as his girlfriend. god forbid. 

“fuck off. she wishes she was my girfriend,” wonwoo yanks the phone to his chest, not wanting to have new material to tease him about. 

“whatever you say man, she’s still hot,” mingyu interjects, popping a fry into his mouth. 

“who cares how hot she is, she’s fucking nuts,” wonwoo scoffs, rolling his eyes at mingyu. 

“you’re an idiot. if someone like her was obsessed with me i’d at least hit it once,” mingyu argues. 

wonwoo can’t even fathom the thought of fucking you. not when you’re constantly in his dm’s trying to get his attention. the desperation you display practically reeks off his phone. it repels any thought of finding you attractive from his mind. 

“really? you haven’t thought about once?” cheol asks him, an expression of disbelief painted on his face. 

wonwoo tries to recall a time when he found you normal. at the beginning of the semester, there was a slight chance. slight chance, that he found you cute. but after the one project you two did together, his opinion on you changed drastically. 

you became irritating, texting him randomly throughout the day. he was polite at first, replying with curt responses. but then came the unsolicited gifts. first, it was coffee, his favourite. how you found out his usual, he’s unsure. then came the matching items. overly cute couple's phone cases that went into the trash immediately. then it was the homemade baked goods and food. at first, he tried not to let it get to him, but it became too much. you were so obviously obsessed and no matter what he did, you would find a way to shower with him with unwanted attention. 

the thought of you under him makes him shiver. flushed cheeks, long lashes fluttering under the dim lights, the sounds of your moans. wonwoo takes a sip of his water. what the hell is your problem? 

“no. and i’m not going to. ever.” 

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙

the moment wonwoo walked into seungcheol’s house, his smile dropped. the moment he walked through the door, his eyes found you standing alone, sipping at your drink while the party patrons didn’t bother to even glance your way. of fucking course you’re here. he doesn’t know how you even found out about him attending, but he wasn’t about to let it ruin his night. 

“wonwoo!” mingyu hollers from across the living room. 

the deafening bass of the speaker stabs at his eardrums, but that's not his highest concern at the moment. you are. 

he attempts to ignore how he can feel your eyes flit to him the moment you hear mingyu call his name. your stare is so intense that goosebumps begin to raise on his skin. 

“bro, what the fuck! now she knows i’m here,” wonwoo curses his idiot friend out. 

with his jaw clenched, he can still feel you watching him. it creeped him out, but there's nowhere to hide. stupid rich seungcheol and his stupid open lay out mansion. 

“so? who cares, it’s not like she’s actually gonna–” mingyus words are cut off the moment he looks over wonwoo’s shoulder. 

“hi wonwoo!” your voice is too cheerful for his liking. 

there are so many things running through his mind. whether he should curse you out, completely ignore your existence, or if he should just go home. how is he supposed to enjoy the one weekend where he actually has free time if you keep bothering him? 

“oh, hey! we were just talking about how wonwoo wanted to talk to you. privately,” mingyu brings wonwoo out of his train of thought. 

his eyes widen, a silent attestation to whatever mingyu was planning in that fucked up brain of his. 

“wait, really?” 

wonwoo still had his back turned towards you. from an outsiders point of view he can only presume that anyone could see how he was shaking with anger. what the fuck, kim mingyu? 

“yeah! anyways, you guys have fun. i gotta find cheol,” mingyu’s smile drips with fraudulence. 

if wonwoo was angry then, he’s seething now. mouthing a ‘you’re dead’ to mingyu as he feels your fingers grip onto his bicep, waiting for him to whisk you away like some phony princess. 

before mingyu leaves him, he whispers one last remark, “just fuck her, man. she’ll forget about you once she gets it out of her system.” 

his voice is low but just loud enough for wonwoo to hear. he almost punches mingyu right then and there, but for some reason, something in him decides to just go with the flow of the situation. 

at least he’ll get something out of this, right?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙

the door locks with an audible click. fuck it. if wonwoo was gonna do this, then he might as well make sure no one catches him. 

“what did you want to talk about?” you break the silence, wonwoo almost jumps at the sound of your voice. 

“you like me, right?” wonwoo turns to face you. 

your eyes are doe-like, looking up at him like he’s the answer to all your problems. pathetic. 

as he crosses his arms, he strides towards you until he can feel your breath brush against his chest. the look you give him almost has him wondering if this isn’t as a bad idea as he initially thought. 

“i-i mean yeah. i guess you could say that,” you mutter, avoiding eye contact as wonwoo bores holes into your skin. he can feel the swirl of annoyance begin to manifest within his stomach. 

now you wanted to play coy? as if he can’t sniff the desperation that leaks through your pores. it’s pitiful, if anything, how much of a slut you are for his attention. god, wonwoo can’t stand you sometimes, it makes him want to rip his hair out. 

he supposes that fucking his frustration out of his system may be the one thing that could relieve him of the stress you give him. 

“if you like me, you’ll do anything right?” wonwoo continues to tiptoe his way into getting you to at least suck him off. 

“anything. really, i’ll even pay for our date!” you gush, finally meeting his gaze. 

wonwoo guffaws at your answer. not only are you desperate, but you’re dumb too. it makes sense honestly, no one with an IQ over eighty-five would spend this much time trying to get their crush to like them back. 

“get on your knees then. show me how much you like me,” he commands, and you freeze upon his words. 

a laugh threatens to escape his throat. wonwoo stands there half in disbelief and half in intrigue. he watches as you slowly descend to your knees, your eyes searching for his next command. 

actually, wonwoo could get used to this. you looked like a dog waiting for their owner to give them a reward. 

“like this?” you mumble, the blush on your cheeks apparent even with how dimly lit seungcheol’s guest bedroom is. 

“just like that.” 

you’re shaking like a leaf, and wonwoo is starting to believe that this is going to be a lot more entertaining than he initially thought. who knew you would be so obedient?

“you ever sucked a cock before?” wonwoo asks, not that he cares all that much about your sexual history. 

“mm. n-no,” you whisper, your brows strews together with confusion. 

wonwoo is genuinely surprised. he would’ve at least thought you’ve gotten some sort of action. he can admit you’re attractive, but your delusional state just overshadows your natural beauty. 

“then i’ll be your first,” wonwoo drawls, and he can see the way your eyes flash with panic. 

“w-wait, i thought you wanted to talk?” you quickly get up from your knees, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“you really think i took you into a room, just the two of us, to talk?” wonwoo bellows out a laugh. 

he didn’t expect you to be so naive, but it only eggs him on further. a sweet little virgin, too innocent for her own good. now that, wonwoo can’t let go. he came into this with reluctance, but fucking virgin pussy is too enticing to pass up. 

“i thought you wanted to tell me you liked me back,” you gulp. 

your footsteps backtrack until you hit a wall. wonwoo crowds you, like a lamb to a slaughter, you stand there with hope depleted from your once glimmering eyes. and wonwoo’s ready to go in for the kill. 

“show me how bad you want me. maybe i’ll change your mind,” wonwoo propositions. 

grasping at your waist, he feels the heat of your exposed skin. your top is dishevelled from the sheer force of his grip. as if his words can compel you to do anything he asks, you smash your lips into him. the kiss is clumsy, and messy, he can only conclude you’ve never done anything like this before.

pulling away, he catches his breath. he despises how strongly his dick twitches in his pants. as much as he doesn’t want to indulge in your fantasies, an opportunity such as this one doesn’t arise often. 

“you poor little thing. you don’t even know how to kiss someone properly,” he breathes out, grabbing your jaw hard enough that your cheeks squish upon his touch. 

“w-wonwoo, can we just talk? this seems wrong,” you beg, but your pleas only arouse him further. 

“i thought you liked me?” 

“i do!” you argue. 

“then kiss me like you mean it.” 

you lean in again, eyebrows furrowed with determination. he can tell you’re actually trying now. to appease him, to give him what he wants, because why wouldn’t you? wonwoo is aware of how much you want him, he should’ve realized sooner that he could use it to his advantage. 

the softness of your lips alongside the dedication behind your actions forces a groan to leave him. he grips your waist tighter, enough to leave bruises along your delicate skin. the whimper you let out has wonwoo straining against his pants. 

pulling you in closer, wonwoo rubs his clothed erection against your torso. the friction causes sparks to erupt under his fingertips. those same fingertips trail on your bare skin, slowly traversing their way up your stomach and under your shirt. 

wonwoo’s large palms cup at your breasts, enjoying the fact he can access your nipples without the barrier of a bra in his way. the moan you let is wonwoo’s worst nightmare. not because it’s unpleasant, but because he hates that your sounds are getting him turned on despite his obvious disdain toward you. 

“wonwoo… i don’t think this is right,” you whine, but your words fall on deaf ears as he keeps you anchored against the wall. 

you can’t escape him even if you tried. 

“if you don’t do what i ask of you, then you can leave,” wonwoo becomes increasingly more irritated the more you protest his advances. 

you wanted this, so he’s gonna give you it. 

“but what about our date?” you pout, lips swollen and bitten. 

there’s conflict behind your eyes, like you knew this wasn’t wanted but better than anything he’s given you the moment you started liking him. 

wonwoo is quick to silence you. he doesn’t want to hear about whatever delusions you’ve conjured up in your head. his dick is hard and he wants to cum. 

a gasp leaves your lips, he can’t have you running your mouth when his cock is starting to pulse so hard that it’s becoming uncomfortable. his hands leave your pebbled nipples to grab onto your thighs. lifting you up, he throws you onto the mattress, and you yelp from surprise. 

“don’t be stupid. all you wanted was for me to notice you. so just take what i give you,” wonwoo grunts, prying your legs open. 

fuck, if you’re not gonna suck him off, then he needs to be inside you now or he’ll cum in his pants. 

the patch of arousal on your panties doesn’t go unnoticed. of course, you’re secretly enjoying this. he should’ve known you were secretly a whore for him. flipping your skirt up, he rips off your panties off in one go. he needs to be inside you in the next second or he’s gonna bust a load in his pants. 

“w-wait, i’m not ready,” you complain again. 

wonwoo’s deciding whether or not to gag you, but for some reason your high pitched objection gets him rock hard. the thought of you begging him to stop gets the blood pumping straight to his shaft. 

your shirt is discarded not long after, and you lie there helpless, panting and clearly in need of attention to your poor untouched hole. 

“i-it hurts wonwoo, help me please,” you whine, a tear slipping from the corner of your eyes. 

“where? show me where and i can give you what you want,” wonwoo’s eyebrows raise with intrigue. 

your fingers move down slowly until they touch right where he’s been fantasizing about the moment he got you to fess up about your innocence. 

“r-right here. please, i don’t know what to do. it just hurts,” you hiccup, grabbing his hand and pushing it towards your dripping heat. 

he smirks at your desperate countenance, the part in your pink lips, wet with his saliva and swollen from the intensity of his kiss. wonwoo had to get his cock into you. now. 

“fuck, you’re dripping like crazy,” wonwoo mutters. 

with your hand clasped in his, the size difference between the two of you is hard to ignore. your fingers are so tiny compared to his, he wonders if you’ve even touched yourself. do your fingers even properly fill your tiny cunt? or do you have to shove a dildo inside yourself in order to feel any sort of satisfaction? wonwoo’s thoughts run as the tips of his fingers come in contact with your searing heat. 

the groan wonwoo lets out is strained. your breath hitches at his touch as he begins to rub your clit. the sounds that escape your lips has  wonwoo panting along with you. while moving toward your neck, he leaves deep red bruises along your soft skin while he slips a finger past your folds. 

your pussy squeezes around his single digit with such force that it causes him to grunt. you’re so fucking tight. 

“holy fuck, you’re secretly a desperate little slut, aren’t you? don’t you feel this, baby? you’re gripping my finger like crazy,” wonwoo mutters against your skin. 

“i-i can’t. wonwoo please it hurts,” you squirm under him, but his free hand keeps you in place. 

his body hovering over yours, he watches as you come undone from a few strokes of his hand. the lips he had on your exposed shoulder return back to yours until your orgasm hits. your breathy gasps fill the room and you clench down, the flood of your arousal coating his hand. 

“gonna fuck this tight little cunt till you’re dripping in my cum,” wonwoo mutters, standing up to rid himself of his clothing. 

the moment his pants hit the floor, his body is on yours. pushing your legs to your chest, he folds you in half. the tip of his cock leaking with precum from not receiving any attention the whole time he’s been playing with you. wonwoo grips his length, rubbing himself against your soaking cunt, you’re so wet that he knows he can slip in without a problem. 

you stare down at his dick in sheer panic, “w-wait, it’s too big.” 

wonwoo doesn’t care. he just needs to cum. 

“you act like you don’t want this. but this pussy of yours is practically crying for my cock,” wonwoo grunts before shoving his length inside you till he bottoms out. 

a half scream, half moan leaves your lips, your eyes rolling back as wonwoo thrusts into you. there’s a slight arch in your back as wonwoo pistons his hips. the heat of your pussy enveloping his length is addictive. 

wonwoo buries himself in your neck, his breath harsh against your skin. the only thing to be heard is the snap of his hips bullying into your hole. 

“it feels so good,” you whimper as you lace your fingers through his hair. 

pulling at the strands, wonwoo indulges in the pain along with the pleasure of your walls massaging his pulsing member. he should’ve thought of doing this a lot sooner. 

“mmph–w-wonoo, i can’t, i-it hurts again,” you cry out, and wonwoo almost releases his load at the sound of your moans. 

but he can’t finish just yet. 

relinquishing you from his hold, he moves back to flip you over. forcing your ass into the air, he enters you once again. the position allowing him to fill your tiny hole to the brim. his balls slap against your clit, and your screams are muffled by the mattress he’s forcing your face into. 

“should’ve fucked you sooner, f-fuck. gonna make this tiny cunt of yours mine and mine only,” wonwoo growls, and he can feel your pussy clench at his words. 

“you like that don’t you? the thought of me fucking this pussy every night?” he chuckles, spanking your ass. 

“i-i love it, please. it feels so good,” your answer stifled by the sheets shoved into your face. 

the bed creaks along with his movements, and his cock is starting to twitch inside you. continuing to leave red hand marks on your skin, he allows himself to still in your cunt, his cum spurting into you and overflowing past your swollen pussy lips. 

pulling you by your hair, he leans forward to whisper in your ear. 

“we’re not done. you’re gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours too.” 

[almondmilklatte]

you know when people talk about how bad telenovelas are because they're so dramatic and over the top and unrealistic meanwhile every tv show drama first watch ive embarked on has me pissed off 15% into the show once all the introductory expository bullshit is out of the way because it's meandering and senseless YUP YUP HOW DO U LIKE THEM TURNTABLES????

[writersdrug]

Give me Alpha!König and Omega!Reader, but they both kinda hate the situation. You were gifted to Kortac as a 'thank you' from your family for protection, because what else are they going to do with an omega? Too risky to have you there already, you'd be an easy target for a diplomatic family like yours.

So they bounce you over to Kortac. Who decides giving you to the grumpy, stressed overworked Alpha might just fix him.

But... it doesn't really (yet). He doesn't like having something that relies on him, something that his superiors said he "needed" to help soothe him (soothe him? What is he, a child?!). And you're not happy about being handed off like a gift from your family. Blood is not thicker than water, apparently.

So there you sit, opposite ends of the table with König, a scowl on each of your faces. You're supposed to be scenting each other, but all you're doing is stinking up the room with your angry scents. The poor beta has their nose pinched and their eyes watering with how sour the room is, looking back and forth between the two of you as you stare around the ground, arms crossed, and König stares at his phone, tapping his meaty fingers on the table.

"Could you two please just get this over with so I can-"

"No." You both say in unison.

The beta sighs. "You both reek. I'm getting Commander." She says, slipping out of the room.

Finally, for a brief second, you both look at each other. König huffs and you scowl, looking away. You ignore that feeling of your Omega, latching onto the one thread of curiosity in your mind. You are NOT interested in this oaf of an Alpha.

(yes you are.)

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How do we feel about developing this? Got a lot on my plate I'd need to start hacking away at but this project has been on my mind for a while. Also got the A/b/o dynamics/processes/setup (idk the words aren't wording today, the "happenings" of how this universe works?) From @soaps-mohawk, so any "this is how it works" stuff is all credited to them!

[grayve-mistake]

Not a big c.s. lewis fan but I just think this quote really applies here

This was an interesting article to read. I think it's a little simple but still fun to skim thru.

[extinctlesspains]

Hey, I was wondering if u could do a fic of sae byeok coming home drunk and having an argument with the reader. It ends up turning into a heated make-out session

𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 [𝐾. 𝑆𝑎𝑒-𝐵𝑦𝑒𝑜𝑘]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀsʜᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ-ᴏᴜᴛ sᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssᴇs ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴀʀs. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋɪssɪɴɢ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ.

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The front door slammed shut, rattling the frame with a force that made you jump. Your heart leapt into your throat as you threw down the blanket you’d been curled up under on the couch. The clock on the wall read 1:37 AM. Sae-byeok was late—far later than she’d promised—and now she was home, and clearly not in a good mood.

Her staggered footsteps were heavy, almost echoing in the quiet apartment. She was struggling with her shoes, muttering under her breath as she leaned against the wall for support.

“Sae?” you called hesitantly, stepping into the hallway.

She didn’t respond. Her dark hair hung messily around her face, strands plastered to her forehead as she finally kicked her boots off with a loud thud. The sour scent of alcohol hit you like a wave, mingling with the faint chill of the winter air clinging to her clothes.

“You’ve been drinking,” you said, your voice tighter than you intended.

Sae-byeok scoffed, swaying slightly as she turned to face you. “So what?”

“So what?” you echoed, disbelief threading through your tone. “You said you’d be home hours ago! I’ve been sitting here worried sick, and you’re out getting drunk?”

Her eyes narrowed, the dull haze of alcohol doing little to dull her sharp glare. “I don’t need a babysitter,” she snapped, slurring slightly. “I can take care of myself.”

You folded your arms, trying to ground yourself. “Clearly not if you’re stumbling in at this hour, reeking of soju.”

Her lips curled into a humorless smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize I needed your permission to live my life.”

The venom in her voice stung more than you wanted to admit. “That’s not what this is about, and you know it.”

“Then what is it about, huh?” Sae-byeok demanded, stepping closer. “What? You think I’m some kind of project for you to fix? Some broken little girl who needs saving?”

Your breath hitched, anger flaring in your chest. “Don’t you dare twist this around on me. I care about you, Sae. You don’t get to make me feel guilty for that.”

Her laughter was bitter, a sharp contrast to the quiet vulnerability you were used to seeing in her. “Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe you’re wasting your time.”

The words hung between you like a challenge, daring you to respond. But instead of backing down, you stepped forward, closing the gap between you until you could see the flicker of doubt in her dark eyes.

“You don’t get to decide how I feel,” you said firmly, your voice trembling only slightly. “And I’m not going to stand here and let you push me away just because you’re scared.”

Her jaw clenched, her gaze darting away from yours for a split second before locking back on you. The tension was unbearable, thick and suffocating, until finally, it snapped.

Before you could react, her lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t gentle or tentative—it was desperate, almost angry, as if she was trying to convey everything she couldn’t say. You stumbled back against the wall, her hands gripping your waist to steady you as she kissed you with a fervor that left you breathless.

The taste of alcohol lingered on her lips, but it was overpowered by the raw emotion pouring out of her. Her hands slid up to cup your face, her fingers trembling slightly against your skin.

“Sae,” you murmured between kisses, trying to catch your breath.

“Shut up,” she muttered against your lips, her voice low and desperate.

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as her hands roamed your sides, pulling you impossibly closer. You tangled your fingers in her hair, tugging slightly to ground yourself in the whirlwind of emotions.

The world around you blurred, the only thing anchoring you was Sae-byeok-her lips, her touch, the heat radiating from her body as she pressed against you. Each kiss was a collision of passion and frustration, her desperation mirrored in the way her hands roamed your body.

You finally pulled away for air, your chest heaving as you looked up at her. Her forehead rested against yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Her eyes, glossy from both alcohol and unspoken emotions, bore into yours.

"Sae," you whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face "What's going on? This isn't you."

Her breath hitched, and for a second, you saw the cracks in her armor-the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide. "I don't know," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible. "I just... couldn't stop thinking about everything. About you. About...us."

Her words sent a pang through your heart. "Then why didn't you come home? Why did you go out and drink instead of talking to me?"

She closed her eyes, her grip on your waist tightening as if afraid you'd slip away. "Because I'm scared okay?" she said, her voice breaking "Scared of what this means. Scared of losing you."

You cupped her face, forcing her to look at you. "You're not going to lose me, Sae. But you can't keep running away from me when things get hard. I'm here-for all of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. But you have to let me in."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away, shaking her head as if trying to pull herself together. "I don't deserve you, she muttered, her voice laced with self-loathing.

"Yes, you do," you said firmly. "You deserve to be loved, Sae. Even when you're scared. Even when you're a mess."

For a long moment, she didn't say anything. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed you again-this time slower, softer, as if trying to convey everything she couldn't put into words. Her hands slid up to cradle your face, her thumbs gently brushing your cheeks as she poured her heart into the kiss.

When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours once more. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "For being an idiot For shutting you out. For everything."

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over her cheek. "You're forgiven. But next time, just talk to me, okay? No more shutting me out."

She nodded, her lips curving into the faintest smile. "Okay." She captured your lips in another heated kiss, pushing you onto the couch. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you..." She mumbled into the kiss.

You collided with the pouch pillow, Sae-Byeok getting on top of you. You smiled faintly as Sae-Byeok made her kisses down to your neck. Now you did feel really loved.