#but I will not shit on them for things they have not done wrong

[marvelslut16]

Robby's Biological Clock

Pairing: Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x resident!reader

Synopsis: Robby opens up to the reader that he realizes that he wants a child after finding out that he almost had one.

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of abortion. Standing a little to close to the edge of a roof. My poor writing, felt cute might delete later.

A/N: The writing bug has bitten me yet again. And I have another Langdon one half done already. Wrote this over the course of 2 days and I didn't proof read it, so I really hope it makes sense!

You keep your eyes trained on Robby after he passes his caseload off to Abbot, you’ve kept an eye on him for the last few hours really. Something shifted in him a few hours ago, and he went from his stern but friendly self to closed off and distant. With everybody. You’ve been watching, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to snap completely. Or have a breakdown.

You watch as Robby slips out a side door into the stairwell, and you know right away where he’s going. You’d never seen it with your own eyes, but it was a poorly kept secret in the ED that after a long grueling shift either Abbot or Robby would go up to the roof and the other would talk them down. Everyone who knew, knew they wouldn’t actually jump, it was just a release for them. 

This time you can’t ignore Robby’s obvious distress, watching Abbot get dragged into South eight by one of his residents for a consult, you make up your mind to follow Robby. Up and up and up the stairs you go, until the wind is rushing past your face. Taking a deep breath, you let the cooler air wash over you after a long shift, and a part of you understands why your two favorite attendings come up here. 

“I don’t want to talk tonight, Jack,” Robby’s voice floats to you with the wind at the sound of the door shutting, never bothering to turn around.

“It’s a good thing I’m not Jack then,” you walk over to the railing, looking at the sunset, not at your attending. 

“(Y/L/N), what are you doing up here?” Robby turns around at your voice, and you reach out your hand a little for him to grab if he needs to be steadied.

“Thought you could use someone to talk to, you’ve been off the past few hours,” he sighs at your words, and turns back to the sunset. “Can you at least come back on this side of the railing? Please?”

“I’m fine,” he ignores your plea, and your offer to listen to him, leaning back against the railing.You stand in silence with him for two minutes- you counted- before deciding to do something you have absolutely no interest in and, frankly, scares the shit out of you. Hiking one leg up, you swing it over the railing and slip to the other side beside Robby.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he whips his arm out in front of you to keep you from slipping or stepping too close to the edge. 

“The same thing you are,” you sass at him against your better judgement. 

“So if I jumped off a bridge you’d do it too?” he matches your sass, sounding just like your mom when she would talk about the dangers of peer pressure.  

“No, I’d be waiting at the bottom for your dumb ass so I could save you,” your voice is harsh, wanting to nip any conversation where he could possibly die in the bud. “So…”

“So?” he mimics your voice causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“Are you going to tell me what's wrong?” you shift slightly to face Robby, back to the pink hues of the sunset.

“I found something out today,” he pauses, sighs, and rubs his forehead. “My world got turned upside down.”

“You aren’t dying, are you?” you tried, and failed to keep your voice neutral, fear lacing every word.

No,” he leans forward, and you clutch onto his arm desperately to make sure he doesn’t go tumbling if there’s a strong gust of wind. “Nothing like that.”

“Do you have a secret kid, or something?” you tease, and by the way his lips pull down into a frown, you know you’ve struck a little too close to home. “I’m sorry, I was just joking.”

“It’s fine,” his voice is gruff, but his soulful brown eyes give away that he is in fact, not fine. “Today a woman I used to date admitted that while we were together she became pregnant, and made the decision to terminate the pregnancy.”

“Robby-” he stops you before you can start pitying him.

“It really is fine. I understand. It was her decision and I support that, I would have supported her decision in the moment, too. But now I can’t stop imagining what my life would be like if I had a child,” he glances at your face, before looking back over your shoulder at the descending sun. “I love Jake like he’s my own, but any day now he could decide he wants nothing to do with me, and never talk to me again. For years I put off the idea of having kids, I didn’t want the burden while I was still in medical school, then I was focused on advancing my career, then I met Janey and she had Jake, and with Jake I felt like I didn’t need my own children.”

“But now you feel like you do?” you ask cautiously, surprised that by talking he’ll remember you’re here and clam up.

“I have to have a child soon if I want to see them grow up and see them off to college, my biological clock is ticking,” he tries to ease the tension with a stupid joke. “Since I found out this afternoon, all I’ve been thinking about is how I’d have a toddler now, I’d be taking my child for their first day of kindergarten, I could be signing them up for dance class or little league. I would actually take days off to take them on vacations, and go to waterparks, and fairs.”

“Well when you’re ready and announce to the world that the great Michael Robinavitch is ready to have children, there will be a line of women at least two blocks long offering up their ovaries for you. I’ll have to fight them off and keep them out of the ED so we can still treat patients.”

“You’re more confident than I am,” he locks eyes with you, finally. 

“Oh please, you’re kind, caring, funny when you want to be, and you have fantastic genetics!” you don’t know what you’re thinking, you aren’t thinking really, and reach out to brush your fingers lightly through his salt and pepper hair. “You still have a good head of hair, and gorgeous brown eyes that would look so adorable passed down to a baby. You’re going to be a fantastic dad someday soon, Michael.”

The door to the stairwell creaks open, both you and Robby jolt out of the little moment you’re having. You wobble a little and Robby practically throws himself at you to catch you and keep you upright. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper, face closer to his than it’s ever been before. You could just lean in two more inches and your lips would be on his. But you can’t do that, you can’t take advantage of him and his vulnerability he’s shown you tonight on the roof, and especially not when someone else has joined you two. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Jack barks out a laugh from the doorway. 

“Nope,” your voice cracks, and you carefully step away from Robby this time.

“Just trying to keep (Y/L/N) from falling,” Michael answers at the same time.

You thought the stairwell door opening was jarring, but nothing matches the cold feeling of reality washing over you at the use of your last name. It’s not like you expected him to fall to his knees and beg you to give him a child, but you at least thought after bearing his soul to you Robby could call you by your first name in front of other people, especially his best friend.

“Well I won’t take up anymore of your boyfriend's time,” you try to cut the tension, but it’s so thick you can’t even hack away at it.

“Myrna calls us the same thing,” Dr. Abbot shakes his head and offers you his hand.

“Thank you,” you smile at your second favorite attending as he helps you climb back over the railing. 

~

Everyone you worked with in the Pitt knew that you were having a tough time deciding if you wanted to be an ED attending or go into pediatrics once you graduate. You’ve always had a soft spot for kids, and they seem to always be attached to you, no matter how shy they were when they walked or were rolled through the doors. And that’s why Dana always makes sure you take the cases involving children. Today for instance, there’s a two year old back in the ER for the third time in just as many months because her fevers keep spiking and causing her to have seizures. 

Robby watches you with the girl, Eliana, you recognized her right away from her last few visits. He watches the way you crouch down to her height when she wants to ask you a question, making sure that you’re eye level with her. Watches the way you pull a dumdum out of your scrub pocket, you always have some in there in case a little comes in. The way you effortlessly scoop her into your arms to get her to stay still long enough to check to see if she bit her tongue or cheek too hard. 

Today you’ve promised Eliana that you’ll stay after your shift and sit with her until her parents arrive, both were at work when Eliana had her seizure at daycare. When Robby looks back over at you, you're curled up on a chair that he brought into the bay just for you, and Eliana is sitting daintily on your lap, both of you engrossed in the picture book Cassie’s son left in the break room a few years ago. If he strains his ears just enough, he can hear the different voices you give each character.

“Dude, you’re obviously in love with her,” Jack appears out of nowhere, waiting for Robby to hand off his cases.  Michael scoffs in denial, but his words are cut off, “even Gloria is betting on you guys.”

“Probably so she can send me to HR and fire me for dating a subordinate,” Robby pushes his readers back up, going back to the chart he was pretending to update while he stared at you.

“She won’t be a student anymore in one month man, I hate to break it to you, no one cares that you're her attending. Just you,” Jack sighs at his friend's stupidity. “So stop trying to come up with excuses for why you can’t go for it. I saw you two on the roof, the tension was palpable.”

“What are you, some kind of walking romance novel?” Robby puts his tablet down, the guise of updating a patient's chart long forgotten. 

“I’m just saying, if I had a woman as caring and as gorgeous as her offering to carry my babies, I would jump at the opportunity,” Jack throws his hands up in surrender at the glare Michael is sending his way. 

“How long were you out there?” 

An hour later you can finally leave, Eliana’s parents arrive with apologies, their eternal gratitude, and promises of them stopping by with donuts in the morning for the whole crew. Slowly, you trudge to your locker, doing mental math to figure how much longer it’ll be until you can slip into bed after a nice, long, steaming, shower. 

“Do you want kids?” Dr. Robby corners you by your locker, you thought he had left over an hour ago when his shift ended. 

“I’d have one in nine months if I found the right guy,” you refrain from swearing at his sudden appearance. “Why? Do you know a guy?” 

“I do,” Robby nods, backing you up into said locker. “With your nose and his gorgeous brown eyes, you two would have the cutest baby around.”

“You think?” your body relaxes into his when he rests hand on your hip, thumb sliding under your scrub top. 

“Most definitely,” he whispers, breath skimming across lips.

“Well Dr. Robby, your biological clock is ticking, we should probably get started now,” you laugh as he fumbles to open your locker, having given him the code over a year ago so he could grab you your cardigan when he grabbed his sweatshirt. He rips your purse out of the locker, grabs your hand and drags you out of the hospital. 

[heartyluv]

Note: I was so sure I was gonna take a break today, but the thought of Caleb fucking you in another room with your parents in the house has been on my mind and it won’t LEAVE. So, I have to share it with my luvlys.

Creds to @/anitalenia & @/omi-resources for the dividers. ♡︎

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,306

Horny!Caleb/Reader Headcanons

𝜗𝜚 Caleb had absolutely no problem with your parents coming over to stay for a week to visit you two. They don’t get to see you much now, seeing as you’re a married woman who’s moved to a different state.

𝜗𝜚 But you warned him: No sex. You liked being able to be as loud and carefree as you wanted when Caleb was dicking you down, and you couldn’t do that with your mother and father in the house. Absolutely not.

𝜗𝜚 So of course, he respects this. He likes to hear you scream too, so he wouldn’t want to make you have to hold back. And he just knew that when you finally did have sex, it was going to feel so fucking good.

𝜗𝜚 Unfortunately, the idea was thrown out the window when your parents asked if they could stay for another week. It felt like he was slapped across the face when you so sweetly said, “of course!”

𝜗𝜚 Now, Caleb respects your parents. He thanks them for creating such a precious thing like you. But he wants to fuck his wife, and he can’t do that unless they leave.

𝜗𝜚 Honestly, he could, but it was you who couldn’t deal with the idea of your husband fucking you with your parents in the house. So, he tried to get them to leave without you two. Giving them money to go to a diner, directions to some nice walkable parks, and even locations to local flea markets that were set up not too far from your home, just wasn’t working. They refused to go without you, saying they were here to spend time with family.

𝜗𝜚 At that point, his cock was getting just as frustrated as he was.

𝜗𝜚 You weren’t going to lie, you wanted to have sex too, but you firmly believed you and your husband could stick it out. You were completely wrong.

𝜗𝜚 I feel like Caleb comes up with the idea to have your parents start watching a movie while you work on the laundry downstairs.

𝜗𝜚 “I have to get something in the basement and she wants to get the laundry done before we head out for dinner tonight. You guys can just watch whatever you want and once I find what I’m looking for, I’ll come back up to finish the movie with you until she’s done.”

𝜗𝜚 He felt like he hit the jackpot when they agreed and plopped down on the couch and searched for something to look at. What made it even better? Your parents loved to watch the TV with the volume obnoxiously loud.

𝜗𝜚 Yeah, he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

𝜗𝜚 You were really folding laundry when he came downstairs, but after he closed the basement door behind him, he couldn’t give two shits about the clean clothes in your hands.

𝜗𝜚 He was on you so fast that it took you a second to catch up with his hard and rough kisses. You reciprocated though, just for a moment before you pushed him back, looking at him like a deer in headlights because you swore you told him. No. Sex.

𝜗𝜚 “They’re distracted and we have maybe five minutes tops before your mother comes down here, wondering what’s taking so long. Get on the table pretty, before I bend you over it.”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb is terribly gifted in making your pussy wet just by telling you what he was going to do to you, and it was no different now. The clean clothes were long forgotten when he lifted you on top of the table and quickly tugged your shorts down once he brought you to the edge to get that good angle to get where he’s been needing to be.

𝜗𝜚 You don’t need to be told twice to make this quick, and you’re grabbing all on him. I’m talking you’re so needy you can’t even think straight. Pussy is throbbing, your head is spinning, and you need to feel that dick inside of you before you start crying because fuck it, a week and a half without him is too damn long.

𝜗𝜚 When he pulls that cock out, it’s no teasing, rubbing your slit with his tip or toying with your clit. No, he’s going inside, full throttle. He damn near comes before he can get a proper thrust in and you’re actually on the verge of tears because you still don’t want to be too loud, but you want to be, so bad.

𝜗𝜚 He’s fucking you fast. Like oh my gosh, you can barely catch your breath. You start to moan, but you cover your mouth and he kisses down your neck while his hips snap into you at an unforgiving pace.

𝜗𝜚 Table is rocking and hitting the wallll omg LOLLL. Like you two are like rabbits right now and even with him inside of you, it’s not enough. He wants you naked, skin to skin, but he’s gotta take what he can get. That whole nice son-in-law act was about to disappear if he had to go another day without you.

𝜗𝜚 “I’m never going this long without your pussy again. Fucking kidding me?”

𝜗𝜚 The way he grinds against your clit makes you have to kiss him so that you don’t start sounding like someone’s killing you. The sensation of him sliding against your walls and the wet noises your pussy and his cock are creating? Erotic art.

𝜗𝜚 “You gotta come now, pretty baby. I feel you, you’re almost there.”

𝜗𝜚 Your high pitched moans are cut off when he places his large hand over your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours, cursing under his breath when the both of you finally come. His hips are rocking slowly as his load spills deep inside of you. It’s so much that it’s literally going down your thigh.

𝜗𝜚 Your eyes roll back, your chest is heaving, and your pussy is soaking his cock at the same time that his cum floods your cunt.

𝜗𝜚 Just like he thought, he could hear footsteps upstairs. Somebody was coming to the door. He’s still inside you when you two hear the door open and your mother yells down, “Does she need any help with the laundry?! Or do you need help finding what you’re looking for because we can come down!”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb licks his lips and smiles at you, trying to get his voice together. The way you clench around his cock that was honestly prepared to fuck you one more time, makes him hiss before he can finally speak.

𝜗𝜚 “She’s good ma’am! And I found what I needed. On my way up now!”

𝜗𝜚 You relax when she shuts the door and Caleb removes his hand from your mouth, gently kissing them before he slides out of your slick hole. His cock is semi hard again, but he can wait. For now.

𝜗𝜚 “I felt how you squeezed me. You like the idea of getting caught with my cock inside that pussy, don’t you?”

𝜗𝜚 You just his chest because even though you’re almost certain no one but you heard him, he still should’ve whispered it or something. And fuck him for being right.

𝜗𝜚 After he uses a clean cloth to wipe you down, he tucks himself back into his pants and slides your shorts and panties back up.

𝜗𝜚 “Take your time and feel how slick it is in between your legs. Maybe I’ll get the chance to dirty you more before we go out for dinner tonight.”

𝜗𝜚 He grabs something random to bring upstairs so your parents don’t ask any questions. Like he takes a single roll of toilet paper or something LOLL.

𝜗𝜚 He smacks your ass before he heads back upstairs and you stand there with the biggest smile on your face, feeling his sticky cum inside of you mixing with your own.

𝜗𝜚 You really do hope he gets to fuck you one more time before you leave tonight because that quickie ruined you. So now, waiting until your parents actually leave before it happens again feels impossible.

[fandoms-in-law]

Wrong Twice Over

Summary: Eddie adopts Dustin immediately because he's mentioned in his soulmate words.Once he hears them though, he just wishes he hadn't discounted someones likelihood of being his soulmate and needs to make it right.

~

Eddie had never told Dustin but from the time the kid had introduced himself, he’d had a place in Eddie’s life. He was mostly thankful that the brat liked DnD so keeping him around wasn’t a hardship at all.

The reason for that were the six words on his knee, the first words Eddie’s soulmate would ever say to him, that mentioned Dustin specifically. Somehow the kid was a connection to them and he didn’t intend to let that pass.

With Lucas and Mike, he’d breathed a sigh of a relief when neither of them said the words, though he definitely hadn’t given them the chance to do so and make sense. It was just better that whomever his soulmate was wasn’t a child.

So far only a week into the new school year had passed, and while Dustin had pointed out a couple of other seniors as people who’d help him, neither of them seemed likely to care if the kid said something right or wrong.

The last person in what Eddie thought was a reasonable age range to be his soulmate was too absurd to even consider as being it: King Steve Harrington himself.

There was no chance that someone like that could be anything to him at all, even if Dustin spoke as if he was a hero.

With those thoughts in mind, Eddie had no worries when greeting his unexpected visitor with, “Well if it isn’t the king coming with threats over something.”

Steve had looked like he actually could have threats given he was holding a few pages of notes out and had gotten out of his car looking like he was on a mission.

Once the words were said though he froze, staring at Eddie and dropping the pages on the ground before seeming heartbroken and turning away. “Well that’s Dustin wrong twice over.” Was all that was said as he vanished back to his car and sped away again.

Now Eddie was frozen, knowing the sentence too well and stunned. He’d expected it to be a joke, or to be something shared flirtatiously, but instead the soulmate words he’d cherished had been hurt and upset. It broke something in him to know he’d somehow been around his soulmate in school for so long yet their first actual interaction had been so negative in the end.

Resolving to figure out how to apologise he picked the pages up and looking them over only felt worse. There were lists and lists on them, things that the new members of Hellfire would struggle with facing in a campaign as well as vague or scribbled out reasons why he should avoid them.

It looked like Steve might’ve even asked someone for help with the list since there were three handwriting styles on the page, some giving ideas for what could be done instead of the things listed, others changing his explanations for why they needed avoiding.

He didn’t know what Dustin had been wrong about, but Eddie definitely felt like he’d been wrong multiple times over about Steve and anything he’d been doing.

At least he knew for certain that he had to make it right again.

~

“Dustin! Need your help!” Eddie called, late to get to the Hellfire table for lunch and focused on the first thing he hoped could be done.

“Better find someone else to help then.” Dustin replied, turning and glaring at him venomously.

Mike also glared, while the rest of the table looked between them in confusion. “Yeah, you don’t do that shit and then ask for favours.”

Eddie looked between them, glancing around to see Lucas staring, expression controlled, where he sat with the basketball team and hopefuls wanting to try out. “I want to apologise. That’s what I’m asking for your help with.” He pulled out the letter he’d written, holding it towards the younger students.

“Why? Because you realised that high school isn’t everything even though you were preaching that all last week?” Dustin snapped. “He literally wanted me to be right. Said he’d try to help when Mike worried at movie night and believed that you’d be cool. We all did. So fuck you, whatever apology you’ve got I’m checking first.”

A throat was cleared behind him before Eddie could reply. “As will I, and all of you better hope it’s good enough.” A band student stood there, arms crossed and eyes hard as she looked over Corroded Coffin. “You spend your life making big statements and gestures so maybe try that this time. I’m taking this now.” She plucked the pages from his hands

“Robin! I need to check that!” Dustin protested, standing to follow her.

Mike rolled his eyes as they both walked away. “She means it. If there’s someone going to raise hell for Steve it’s Buckley and then Dustin. But if that was a letter for him then it’ll get to him.”

“An apology and a thank you. He dropped a list I think he wanted to talk to me about when he came round. I’m glad I have it and wish I hadn’t spoken as I did, though I thought it was just teasing.” Eddie explained, sitting down at the table as he didn’t feel the need for a speech that day.

“What do we have to do with whatever happened?” Gareth asked, looking at the freshman curiously.

Mike sighed as if it was obvious. “Band students sometimes work with the drama kids, so if she talks to the drama teacher where are we going to play? Though I think Nancy might have to get involved to manage that so I will try to avoid it happening.”

“She’d go after a club you’re part of?” Jeff asked, sceptical.

“The party sticks together. We’d accept it if Dustin decides not enough is done.” Lucas says coming over to the table, now looking amused and a glance back to the basketball group showed Robin and Dustin reading over the pages and debating just behind them. “But it sounds like you’ve made a good enough start. Just need to put some actions behind whatever you’ve written.”

The older students exchanged looks, “What party? You mean like in a campaign?”

“Close enough.” The younger pair agreed.

For the rest of lunch conversation moved back to various classes and goals for the year, but Eddie was watching where Dustin and Robin had seemingly come to a conclusion, his apology getting folded into Robin’s pocket.

~

Steve didn’t make an attempt to reach out to Eddie after getting the letter. Dustin calmed down now his initial annoyance had passed, but it was clear not everything had been forgiven.

Soulmates were meant to be perfect for each other, so despite all the ideas based on what Eddie had known of Steve that meant he acted differently, he tried to focus on things he wanted to do to apologise.

Making a character in a campaign would only work if it was one where they got Steve into the school to play, so that couldn’t happen immediately. Writing a song would also only work if Steve allowed it too, and accepted an invitation to the Hideout to see it performed, since Eddie was never going to risk arrest by playing it outside the mansion in Loch Nora.

“Time’s ticking, Munson. Are you going to make a move?” Buckley asked, waiting at his locker when a couple of weeks had passed since he’d sent the apology.

He turned, smiling at her, “Wish I could. Don’t know where to find him and am a little concerned over getting the wrath of his parents if I just turned up on his doorstep to beg forgiveness.”

“We work at Family Video. He gets the early shift during the week so either skip school to see him or come in on the weekend.” She huffed as if this was something he should’ve know. “And those assholes are never in town. I could move in and they’d never realise.”

“Lonely life.” He commented before thinking about it and looking shrewdly at her, “How often do you hang out at his and would you mind if I crashed an evening?”

Robin smirked at him, “Now you’re getting it. Talk to us instead of stewing in that head of yours. This week I’ll be there Tuesday night and Thursday. Entire party will be there on Friday so avoid it unless you know you’re a hundred percent serious over Steve, not just your soulmate.”

“Tuesday night, then. I’ll bring pizza and something sugary.” He decided.

She nodded in allowance of that but, as she turned to leave, added “And something in case he has a migraine. I heard weed can help.”

~

Steve held the door open but didn’t move out of the way of it as he stared at Eddie. “Hi, Munson, erm, are you okay?”

“Fantastic. A birdie told me you’re hanging out tonight and I offered to bring pizza so I could hopefully apologise in person?” Eddie grinned hopefully, but knew his eyes showed the internal wince when he mentioned their last interaction.

“Okay, um, come in. I did get your letter, you know. You don’t need to do anything more.” He replied, stepping back, still looking uncomfortable.

Eddie clicked his tongue, “I have to argue with you there, Harrington. I definitely need to do more, not because we’re soulmates but because you’re apparently the sweetest guy around who keeps lists of things a bunch of kids I can’t figure out your connection to need to avoid in a game it sounds like you never play. I judged you for someone I should have seen you no longer were and that need plenty of pizza apologies.”

“We, basically all of us have similar things we need to avoid.” Steve muttered, but led the way through to his living room where Robin was stretched out over one sofa.

“Munson, come in! Tell us about your day.” She called, gesturing around the room as if it was her own.

He laughed, collapsing onto the other sofa, “What do you want to know?”

“What the shitheads got up to and if they’re planning any chaos for us.” She answered easily.

Steve shook his head, moving to sit on Robin’s sofa, easily accepting it when her feet were placed in his lap. “They’re always planning chaos, if they’re not in deadly situations.”

With that the conversation flowed easily between them and Eddie began to hope that even if he’d messed up meeting his soulmate they could become something wonderful with time, and apparently, with Robin there too. He didn’t need to see Steve with her for long to know there wouldn’t be any separating those friends.

A rocky beginning can still become a great story.

[skylineskzkeep]

Hand Kink

[jeongin x f!reader]

MDNI!! (plz i’m begging)

Requested By: @encoredesires

“If not could you do a 9th member!reader x Jeongin being a menace & reader having a hand kink? I’m not sure if yu write smut of not but if so could yu add it? Suck as, finger choking, them fucking & him using his hands a lot? If not, it’s totally fine & I absolutely love you work babe🫶🫶”

If you’d like to make a request, find out how to here :)

POV: Your fellow bandmate jeongin and you get into a deep conversation about a date of urs gone wrong. When it slips about how you wished the guy had done more hand stuff, Jeongin give you your fix.

Content: Cursing, Smut with some plot, F!ngering, Choking, choking on f!ngers, hands galore, mirror shit, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f!recieving), you get the gist

My Library HERE :)

“I don’t get what was so confusing?” You’re sat at the vanity in your dressing room, trying your best to get ready for the concert, but of course Jeongin had to come barge in asking about the date you had last night.

“What do you mean?” You had been indulging him in all the dirty details of last night’s events, per his request.

“Well he and I had talked previously over text about what we were all into and he didn’t do any of the things I mentioned. I obliged to all his kinks!” You whipped around to face Jeongin who sat on the couch behind you. “It was so dissapointing.”

Both you and Jeongin were the Maknae in Stray Kids, so naturally you both became really close and bonded quick when JYP put you in the group.

“What was he into?” Jeongin looked disgusted as if he already knew without you saying a word.

“I don’t even wanna get into it. It’s not like my kinks were that weird? I was really only hoping for my favorite one anyways and I didn’t even get that.” You rolled your eyes and turned back around.

“Do I wanna know what that would be?!” You see him raise his eyebrows behind you in the mirror, leaning to be seen in the reflection.

Sighing and shrugging your shoulders you continue to do the finishing touch ups to your makeup. “Just hand stuff. I have a raging hand kink.”

When he doesn’t respond, you go to look at him to see he’s no longer sitting on your couch but instead behind you. He has both his hands on the back of your chair, staring down into your reflection.

You recognized that look. It wasn’t like you guys hadn’t done nothing together. You shared a few private intimate moments, but nothing past some vanilla pent up stress shit. His dick hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“What’s up innie?” His throat bobbed visibly at the use of your nickname for him. You watched his chest rise a few times before he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You know,” He said slowly, his hands moving to run up and down your upper arms, squeezing once in a while. “As much as I love gossiping about our piss poor dating lives.” His breath tickles against your ear as he keeps eye contact with you in the mirror.

“I hate learning what makes you tick, and knowing it’s not being satisfied.” You feel like you’re going to combust. The stare he’s holding you in right now has heat pouring off of your body. “So why don’t you talk me through what you want these hands to do, huh? Wanna hear you use your words darlin’.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he begins placing oh-so light open mouth kisses along the side of your neck, slowly warming you up, yet leaving you renderless.

“Come on baby, you gotta use those words if you want me to make you feel good before we gotta go on stage.” You swallow hard.

“Just take your hand and treat me like your bitch.”

You grab his right hand and place it around your throat. “Like this?” He says, squeezing lightly at the sides of your throat. The stare is back in the reflection and even though he’s not cutting off your air supply, you feel a tightness in your chest.

“Mhm-“ You get out as his left begins moving the neckline of your shirt down, revealing your supple tits to him. He licks his lips and hums in delight as he uses both hands to grab and squeeze and paw at them.

A moan leaves your throat at the touches, your head falling back to lean against his abdomen. “No no baby, watch me play with you.”

His hand grips your chin to make you face the reflection, to force you to watch as his other hand begins to tweak, twist and pinch at your nipples. Your mouth hangs open at the sight.

The veins in his hands are popping, and the way he so eloquently moves his fingers is such a sight that you felt an orgasm building by visuals alone.

His hand lightly squeezes your chin, “That look good baby?” You nod as you continue to be transfixed on his hands. “Nuh uh-“ He removes all touch from you and you whine. “I need those words from you, the whole time I’m playing with you, using you as a fuck toy, I need you to answer me when I ask you a fucking question okay?”

He lands a harsh slap to your nipple, causing you to arch out of your chair and bite your lip to stifle the moan threatening to breach. “I said when I ask you a fucking question, you answer me.” He wraps a hand in your hair to pull your head back to look up at him directly, the other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

“Yes, yes I’ll answer you.” Your voice came out mangled by the harsh angle of your throat, but a sinister smile plays across his lips as you say it.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” You squeeze out.

“Get on the couch.” He points, and you immediately comply. Then you get an idea.

“Help me move this.” You turn to him, a wild look in your eyes. You both quickly angle the couch so it’s facing the giant wall mirror on the far side of your dressing room. “I wanna see everything.”

“That’s my good girl. Always so smart.” You whimper at the praise, and before you know it, Jeongin has you turned towards the mirror, him standing behind you.

So painfully slow, he removed your shirt fully, the bra coming off with one hand while the other begins on your belt. The sight of him removing items of your clothes with just one hand makes you soak through the underwear you have on.

His hands land on your hips shortly after the thud of your belt hitting the ground sounds out. “Now, you’re gonna have to be quiet. Chan hyung is just next door. We don’t need him catching us do we?”

“No, no we don’t.” You’re panting for air now as you watch his finger dip below the waistline of your bottoms and rip them down to your ankles.

Then, he moves around to the front of you, and pushed you back to sit on the couch. “Open.” He says as he taps your knees.

You do as instructed, and his tongue licks a long stripe up your pussy, causing one of your hands to cover your mouth. The wetness of your arousal mixed with his spit caused an explosion of pleasure to shake your bones as he sucked on your clit and circled his tongue in that oh-so sweet way you loved.

You lean back and close your eyes for a moment until a hand is removing yours and covering your mouth for you. His hand pulls your face down and the sight in the mirror is one you’ll commit to memory.

His large hand covers all of half your face as he silences you. Your hands are now in his hair, his face buried between your thighs. His other hand is squeezing your thigh so deliciously that you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

Oh his hands- you can’t stop staring as he flexes them, the way they sprawl over the parts of you he’s touching, the way they engulf whatever they’re holding by their pure size alone.

You watch, not noticing him now looking up at you, as he moves the hand on your thigh and takes two fingers and collects the slick gathering at your core.

Suddenly you’re head snaps down but he’s already rising. He nods his head to signal you to move. You scooch over, and he takes a seat where you just were, then he drags you to sit on his lap, your glistening cunt visible in the mirror.

One of his hands finds home around your throat again, while the other begins slow circles around your clit. “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and be quiet while I finger you? Can you be obidient and watch without moving?”

“Yes, yes sir.” You choke on the words as he covers your mouth once again, squeezing enough that your jaw will be sore when he lets go.

“Behave now…” He says it so deliciously that the breath of the words cascade down your neck, sending a chill up your spine.

“Fuck-“ He curses as he slips his middle and ring finger in you. “I ate you out and you’re still tight. Squeezing my fingers like the little whore you are.” You whine at the name calling, the sound of it making you even wetter. “Yeah,” he laughs the word. “You like that don’t you.”

He pushes down on your face so you can see his fingers in the mirror as they slowly begin to pump in and out of you. The sight alone causes that beautiful knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

You moan but it’s muffled by Jeongin’s hand. The pleasure building deep in your gut mixed with the haze created by the sight of his ethereal fingers fucking you into oblivion has you nearing that edge quicker than you’d like. “Good girl, but not yet. Keep it in.”

You whine again, your orgasm so close you can grasp it. He laughs in such a low tone his chest rumbles beneath you. “I said, keep. it-“ He shoves his fingers in you all the way to his knuckle harshly, “in.”

You cry out and he does it again, and again. “You like that baby? You get off on the way my hand muscles flex when I fuck you with my fingers hm?” You’re fighting hard not to cum right then and there.

“Let go doll.” Jeongin pushes his fingers all the way in and flexes them to hit your g-spot at such a rapid pace and the dam breaks open inside of you.

Quick to the punch, Jeongin slips his fingers out of you and begins rapidly flicking your clit, causing a muffled scream to rip out of your throat as you squirt all over his hand and (unfortunately) some of the carpet in front of you.

“That’s a good girl, you look so pretty cumming for me when I tell you. I think you deserve a reward.” He removed his hand from your mouth, which is slack jawed inhaling and hungry for air.

It doesn’t take long for him to grab a fistful of your hair and make you face the mirror again after leaning on him in your post-orgasm bliss.

Jeongin shoves his fingers in your mouth with no warning. “Lick up the mess you made and then I’ll fuck you so good with this cock. You feel it? Feel how fucking worked up you got me?” His voice is dripping against your ear as you make eye contact in the mirror again.

He ruts up into your ass and you nearly choke around his fingers at the feel of it. The friction is delicious, and you swirl your tongue around his fingers faster.

You suck and lick until all your arousal is gone from his fingers, but then he thrusts them in and out of your mouth a few times. “I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re choking on these fingers.” His mouth is now hanging open himself, and he shoves his fingers down your throat enough to make you gag.

He groans at the feeling, and does it again. You can feel his hips rutting into you as he repeats the movement over and over.

You’re already pooling in arousal between your legs again, the texture of his muscled and veiny hands on your tongue and in your throat making you close to orgasming for the second time.

And he can tell.

He does it faster when your legs begin to shake and before you know it, you’re seeing stars again. Your whole body shakes and Jeongin removes his fingers from your mouth. “You’re being so good for me, yeah? You think you can take this cock? Only gotta be good for a little while longer baby.”

“Please Jeongin, I need you to fuck me so bad, please.”

He smiles at that and picks you up. He goes behind the couch and bends you over. The only warning you get is the sound of his zipper before he pounds into you at a relentless pace.

You shout at the sudden stretch of him, but his hands are ready for you.

Just like before, one hand wraps around your throat, becoming your new favorite necklace. The other is balled up in your hair, pulling your head back as he fucks into you so hard the whole couch is rocking. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good. Fuck-“

“Hm- Jeongin don’t stop!” Not caring anymore about noise, you both are moaning messes. Him from the feeling of your pussy gripping him so tight he’s barely hanging on. You from his hands in the mirror and the way he pushing in so far it feels like he’s bruising your g-spot.

“Fuck!! I’m so close!” You scream it, forgetting where you currently are.

“Cum for me doll.” He thrusts harder and you unravel, causing the hand around your neck to move under your hips to hold you steady as he keeps up his relentless pace.

The other hand leaves your hair to rest on the headrest of the couch. That particular hand keeps flexing with each thrust he makes inside of you while the other is squeezing your hip so hard there’s sure to be a giant red hand print.

“Mmh, fuck keep squeezing.” His grip tightens at your hip as his thrusts become so snappy and hard that your whole body jolts forward with it.

Your body involuntarily squeezes his cock as he rips your fourth orgasm out of you right before he let’s go inside of you.

His whole body shudders as his forehead comes down to rest on your shoulder.

“Stage in 10!” Both of your heads snap up at the sound of Bangchan’s voice as he knocks on the door. “Y/N, can you tell I.N. too while he’s in ya?”

You both go red in the face as you both start giggling.

“We should really clean up.” You say as footsteps recede outside.

“Yeah, but let’s take our time so we can think of what to tell chan hyung after the concert. I don’t feel like a lecture right now.” Jeongin laughs as he buckles his pants back up and hands you your missing clothes.

“Yeah that’s smart. I can see his ‘dad stare’ as we speak. Ughh-“ You cover your face with your hands as you laugh. “What if we scarred him?!”

Jeongin is laughing now too as he helps you back into your top. “I’m pretty sure he has lost the ability to be scarred from years with all of us.”

You quickly fix your makeup and hair while Jeongin does the same. “Thanks for that by the way.” You wink as you put your hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, well it just so happens I have a hand kink too.” He winks back.

You both head to get your mic packs and join the others when Bangchan turns around. “Whoever you want to fuck is your business, but next time try not to leave physical proof, yeah?”

When you go to question him, he throws a scarf at you and you choke on the realization. Jeongin looks at you as you both turn to face each other, realizing he left a ring of fingerprint sized bruises around your neck in a circle.

You quickly throw the scarf around your neck and shake off your laughter as you run out on stage hoping no one notices your new semi-permanent necklace.

[midnight1nk]

how did it get worse?

I woke up, and this happened? mxm fankids, are you fucking serious? It's absolutely disgusting what Medi has done to the last episode, what he's done to the rest of the Team!! it's a proship for fucks' sake and he went beyond the line for himself and the awful creeps that support this. "they're just recolors" Bullshit. And the AUDACITY for the OG creator of said fankids it was inspired from, to say "don't take it seriously". Bullshit. And that fucking frozen time excuse the ship defenders have been using, also BULLSHIT

Growing up with the show, I never saw them as romantic. At most, I saw them as siblings. It was my first exposure to found family in media, and I cherished it. That ship is so revolting, and I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it. I was barely able to handle the other instances, just skipping the video for 5 seconds, but this has gone too far. We hate this ship, I hate this ship. Luke hates this ship, and yet Medi went on to betray the trust given to him

I don't even blame the rest of the Team. I work in production, I know things could slip through the cracks unintentionally. It was such a lovely episode and he had to ruin it. He ruined it and I'm just here angry crying from how pissed off I am. I don't give a two shits that people would call me emotional. I'm tired of this.

I've dealt with worst of the worst, being an investigative reporter. Absolute creeps I had to confront and banish from our community. I feared for MY LIFE at one point. And you'd think that just because he's part of the Team it'll be the exception, you're dead wrong. My job is to get the truth out there, I'll fight for it for all I have. And the truth is that this ship is undeniably a proship and the rest of the Team have to do something about Medi. Fire him. Release a statement. Make it clear that something like this can't be taken lightly!! So yes, expect a full report from me soon bc we can not let this go

and to the mxm shippers that happen to be lurking in the community, how about you fuck off and don't come near me. Near us. Don't even think about interacting with me

[infanttoes]

Flip4Flip! 💥Katsuki & Izuku☘️ HCs

Sorry for my lack of posting. I don’t have an excuse tbh, I just didn’t feel like it :P

This duo as my apology. Idk how I haven’t done them yet, I just realized. They’re one of my faves🧍

☘️ : This has been established before, but Katsuki’s a toddler regressor (4-ish) while Izuku kinda slides around from toddler to preteen, nothing’s ever really stuck.

💥 : Katsuki refuses to ever admit he’s regressed. He’ll literally threaten to uppercut someone in the jaw at the mere suggestion, even though he’s simultaneously fantasizing about going to bed and watching All Might movies with a sippy cup full of orange juice. Izuku’s tactic is often to just subtly watch over him and do simple things like grabbing him snacks or changing the TV channel to cartoons until he stops trying to fight it.

☘️ : Izuku definitely picked up Katsuki’s swearing habit and it’s become a major battle. Katsuki would be making him lunch and accidentally drops food on the floor, followed by a hushed “shit.” But we all know nothing gets past Izuku. That word became his anthem for the next three hours.

💥 : You haven’t seen hyperactive ‘til you’ve seen a regressed Katsuki. Izuku takes him to the park and gives him activities to do regularly, but he never seems to run out of energy. He’s always on the go! This has resulted in very, very frequent hikes and rock climbing trips because that seems to be the only thing that tuckers this kid out.

☘️ : Izuku forces Katsuki to color with him. And gets offended that his drawings look better so he takes away his crayons. Sometimes he’ll shove his paper in the other’s face and make him guess what it is, but God forbid he gets it wrong (even though it’s usually All Might or Katsuki himself.)

💥 : Both have very distinct ways of comforting each other. Katsuki believes in the art of minimalism (he doesn’t know how to comfort someone.) He’ll usually sit with Izuku and rub his back idly until the tears die down. Izuku doesn’t mind since he doesn’t typically wanna talk about it anyway. On the other end of the spectrum, Izuku is like an anxious mom. He’ll destroy all 7 world wonders to satiate the beast we call Katsuki, and most of the time he just needs a nap.

☘️ : Katsuki calls Izuku mama or papa. It’s never consistent, just depends on the day honestly. At first, Izuku tried correcting mama but he gave up after a week of no results. Izuku only ever uses Kacchan, and Katsuki actually finds he’s more comfortable with that than anything else.

💥 : Although they’d both been regressors for a while, Izuku was the first one to make himself known by appearing in Katsuki’s doorway at one in the morning, trembling in fear because he thought the pile of clothes on his desk chair was a monster. Katsuki’s first time regressing around Izuku was after the war. They co-depended too hard and he accidentally revealed his true identity during a sleepover 😔

☘️ : Physical Touch & Acts of Service. They clash very often because Katsuki has very strict physical boundaries and Izuku feels guilty when people do things for him, but they make it work.

💥 : You best bet they still bicker and annoy each other, even when one is little. It’s just a bit different. Katsuki tries to purposefully break the rules and give Izuku an attitude just for the attention. He likes testing his patience. Izuku is the “why” type of kid. He’ll ask why a million times over, even if he already got or knows the answer to his question, just because he thinks it’s hilarious to see Katsuki try not to pop a vessel.

☘️ : They have a shared drawer full of All Might bandaids that they restock bi-monthly.

[laurenbenoit70]

A simple mistake pt. 1

Okay this is way longer than I expected it to be so I broke it up into two parts. But it's still pretty long. Plus it ends on a cliffhanger but I'm in too deep with the story so expect the second part to come out soon!

Okay now I'm back to writing angst , You know the good vibes couldn't last forever! This is an add on from call on me. But as a reminder you and Simon are close friends, and your callsign is sunshine. (not so) happy reading! 

Also the reader's callsign is phoenix . 

TW: Injuries, blood, violence.

The calm before the storm is what I like to call these helicopter rides. When we’re on our way to a fight. I know it’s going to be bad. We all do. But I cherish the stillness in the helicopter, checking over my rifle one last time before readying myself. Taking deep breaths as I go over the plan in my head.  We are separating into teams. Simon is with me. Kyle is with Johnny, and the captain is going to keep watch and update us on their positions. It’s a run of the mill mission. We are being sent in to capture a known arms dealer who has been supplying weapons to various terrorist organizations in the middle east. 

We all know that it’s not going to be easy. We’re going to have to fight our way through and keep him from escaping in the crossfire.  

I feel the helicopter start to lower and I look up at Simon. He gives me a thumbs up before standing up. I follow closely behind, jumping a few feet to the ground. Once we’re all off we form a semicircle to go over the plan one last time. 

“Soap and Gaz will push towards the front of the warehouse and you two will push in from behind.” Price says as we all give him a silent nod. 

“I’m expecting regular updates. If anything goes wrong I expect you to meet back here so we can get out. Remember, our goal is to capture him as quietly as possible. Get in and get out. Got it?” 

“Yes sir.” We all say before going our separate ways. 

Simon and I wander into the forest leading down a hill. Thankfully it’s not too steep, that’d be a pain in the ass with all the gear I’m wearing and the heavy rifle in my hands. 

“How you feeling Phoenix?” Simon asked as he glanced my way. 

“I’m alright. Honestly I just want to get this done as smoothly as possible. It’ll be less paperwork for me to fill out.” I say with a small chuckle. 

“You’re telling me. Last time I was stuck writing reports until one in the morning.” 

“Yeah until you sent it to me. Then I was up until three you ass.” I say lightheartedly. 

“But the day off made up for it. I got to sleep until noon I think.”  

“Only gave you that because I was in a good mood.” He retorted. 

“No, you gave it to me because you didn’t wanna get yelled at.”  I said, rolling my eyes. 

“You’re funny when you yell, definitely not intimidating at all.” He said with a small laugh. 

“Bullshit, you saw the new recruits nearly shit their pants when I yelled at them for fucking around with those guns last week.” 

“It’s only because they don’t expect a small girl to be so loud.” 

“Whatever you say.” I said with a laugh, my eyes going back to the trees in front of us. 

We slowly make our way down the hill, making sure not to make a lot of noise. It’s complicated with the fallen leaves on the ground. I winced every time one of us accidentally stepped on one. 

“Finally made our way down the hill. Are you two in position?” Simon asked over the comms. 

“In position. Ready when you are.” Gaz spoke into the radio. 

I look over at Simon and silently nod. Lifting our guns we silently inch our way towards the back entrance of the warehouse. I look around, making sure there aren't any alternative entrances. 

“Looks like it’s just this door.” I say quietly, more to myself than to Simon. 

That could mean one of two things. One- This could be an entrance that nobody really uses or two- They have some form of security on this door that we can’t see just in case someone like us breaks in.  Personally I’m hoping it's the former. 

Simon is pretty intune with what I’m saying without me even having to use words, so when I nod my head towards the door he knows I'm telling him to take the lead. 

He reaches out and tests the door handle. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. He ever so slowly turns the handle and is met with no resistance. I’m really not liking the fact that the door isn’t locked. I can tell Simon doesn’t like it either. These people could be extremely stupid and forgot to lock the door. Or they are smart and knew that we were coming. 

The door slowly opens with a slight creak. We get our first look inside and see multiple crates with different labels on them. It’s all in different languages. Arabic, Russian, English and korean. 

“Jesus Christ, how many people are they sending these to?” Simon asked as he shook his head. 

“No clue, but I’m not liking how much shit there is.” I say as we slowly push forward, our heads on a swivel. 

The warehouse is pretty big, so I know it’s going to be a while before we catch up with Johnny and Kyle. That’s another thing I don’t like, how long it’ll take for them to get to us if shit hits the fan and vice versa. 

As we inch our way around the crates I hear something in the distance. I hold up my hand to signal Simon to stop. I turn my head towards the noise and I see four men in full gear, guns drawn and pointed right at us. 

“Get down!” I yelled right as they started firing. 

We both crouched down and got our guns at the ready. Simon yelled over the radio that we were getting shot at and for Johnny and Kyle to get their asses over here to cover us and make sure that nobody else was headed our way. 

I made my way behind a crate and got my gun ready. It isn't the best cover but I don’t have anything else to use. I point my gun at the men and start shooting, taking two down before the other two ducked for cover. I turned my head and saw Simon shooting at more men that had snuck up behind us. I made my way further in the warehouse to chase the two men that were running. 

I pointed my gun and started firing at the men, taking a third man out. I continued my chase, hoping to take down the last man before he could get to the others. I ducked down behind one of the vehicles they had stored in the warehouse. Bullets were flying from all sides. From the men shooting at Simon and I would assume bullets from Johnny and Kyle. The captain surely had made his way down by now to be our backup. 

I reloaded my gun and with a breath I stood up and started firing again. I saw that we were now grossly outnumbered. We’ve been in situations like this before so I honestly expected us to pull through, just like we always do. 

I managed to take out five more men before I heard a loud grunt over the radio. Against my better judgement I whipped my head around and saw ghost go down. I stood up and ran back over to him as fast I could, hoping to get to him before the other men could. But before I could I was stopped by the man we were looking for, his eyes immediately locking onto mine. I felt a sense of dread wash over me as I slowly realized I was looking down the barrel of a gun.

[toiletpudding]

A lot of Hollywood portrayals' of Adam depict him as a jerk and the embodiment of toxic masculinity all because of two reason:

He blamed Eve for eating the fruit.

In the Lilith folklore he wanted her to be subservient to him.

These are the reasons why he is always turned into a barrel of laughter. Which is really simplified and bad understanding of the character and easy targeting. Of course Adam is at fault for eating the fruit and him blaming Eve is childish and a horrible thing to do as a husband but we can't just ignore the fact that he is a human and that he was still fresh out of the oven. He just got a conscious, was feeling ashamed and was panicking. He's definitely gonna take time to mature and learn. We can't expect him to be perfect, he is just a dude and we can't base his entire personality on that one instance! His life didn't end there after he blamed, Eve, he still lived for 930 years and there is so much character there to be explored and we can't just ignore that.

Then Lilith, it's a myth. It's not part of the canon Bible and was invented like a millennia after the canon was established. If you wanna use the her folklore to base Adam's personality it's completely fine and so is using paradise lost for his personality since both of them are nothing but "Bible Fanfictions". You can write stories where Adam is the good guy and Lilith is the bad gal since that is also what a lot of the original myths follow too.

I just wanna say that these characters are humans and can't be treated as just as one note villains or heros and that they can be portrayed in any other interesting way.

You have done an excellent job at bringing the humaness of them to life in your comic and I "really" appreciate it and love you for doing such a great job at the characterization and hate you for making my heart break at their circumstances. I really love your masterful depiction of these characters who actually feel much more rich and Alive than the original version from the show.

Thank you for the kind words 🫶

And I just find it funny that all these depictions make Adam look like the bad guy but I don't really ever see anyone trashing on Eve in media (to be fair I don't usually watch a lot of stuff based around religions but just the stuff I have seen) for taking the fruit, sure she was tricked, but big G had one rule and she broke it.

Like, even my Eve, everyone on here talked shit about Adam being pissed off at her and they treat her like a special bean who did nothing wrong. 😭

[hheartsdramas]

it’s not good for my health but i’m so close to the end how can i stop? i’m finishing this tonight. nirvana in fire episodes 51-54:

jingrui! what a convenient and dramatic entrance

with these ancient blood transfusion cures i always get anxiety about blood antigens and how many people would die because they got the wrong blood donor

someone give that man jingyan a hug

i feel for grand princess. she knows better than anyone the cruelty that created her brother and is terrified for her family. but i’ve also peeped the end credits enough times to think she’s going to human up and do the thing

wow lin shu you are such a fucking liar

pearl moment. perfectly done. was about to fall apart into tiny droplets of feeling and lin shu rescued me by being his little shit self. they’re perfect and i hate this so much

i am *tickled* they’re doing this on the emperor’s birthday. truly what do they have against birthday parties?

liyang i am so proud of you

do you think that poor girl they picked to be jingyan’s wife is like holy shit what sort of crazy did i marry into and is it genetic?

gao zhu is my third mvp of this drama, dutifully intoning that the emperor is leaving. so simple. so subtly impactful. so perfect.

jingyan has a much more reserved opinion of the emperor’s crazy than i do. he’s a desperate man being confronted either all the family and friends he had killed because he was a paranoid coward. i am not at all confident he won’t grab another sword

phew that resolved much more bloodlessly than i feared

so the rest of this is just going to be waiting for lin shu to die. cool cool cool.

oh i guess they decided that would be too boring and had literally every other nation in existence attack them (so we can see jingyan being all forceful and bossy?)

if they kill jingyan in battle after all this i’ll be very upset. i know it’s not a “happy” ending but that would honestly ruin the entire drama for me

oh i see, it’s lin shu that’s going to die tragically in battle. i guess that’ll be what they call a full circle moment

mmk i need the sequel that is reincarnated lin shu and nihuang and jingyan polycule. maybe they run a little inn and restaurant in some cozy town. maybe they’re a crack team solving mysteries. maybe they’re a group of con artists. idc as long as they’re together and happy.

jingyan i’m so proud of you 🥹

well. i did it. i finished nirvana in fire. off the cuff verdict: obvious masterpiece, caused more distressed yelling than crying. poor poor jingyan, i hope that random wife is good to him.

[picathartidae]

Yeah Davrin Week! I’ve been struggling to figure out the specifics of my Rook’s relationship with Davrin for ages, so this was good motivation to actually try to hammer out those details.

This answer might be a little more meandering than usual, because I’m sort of figuring things out on the fly.

What is your Rook's relationship with Davrin?

Where to even begin? It’s a bit of a mess, honestly.

They don’t initially get along at all, and it takes a long time for them to actually bond. They have a lot of things in common, but that causes disagreements more than anything else. Valentin tends to avoid interpersonal conflict as much as possible and is trying to keep his focus on stopping the gods, so it’s not as pronounced a rivalry as the one between Davrin and Lucanis, but it’s definitely there. And the fact that Davrin has that very active rivalry with Lucanis probably makes Valentin want to tear his hair out, because he and Lucanis have their own shit going on (he saved Minrathous over Treviso), and the fact that Val is the only one trying to be mature about it drives him insane. 

I wouldn’t say they hate each other (Val definitely dislikes Davrin way more than the other way around), but their relationship is absolutely on the more contentious side of things. 

They’re both incredibly principled people, but those principles don’t always align, and neither is willing to compromise. The thing that really sets Val off in the beginning involves Davrin’s banter where he declares that he wouldn’t have spared the Mayor of D’Meta’s Crossing (therefore implying Val had done the wrong thing). Which wouldn’t have been bad, but Valentin had not long ago listened to Davrin tell him about how the Wardens are great because anyone can join and everyone, no matter who they are or what they’ve done, deserves a chance at redemption. So he just gets intensely reactive in response, and furiously calls Davrin a hypocrite before storming off. Everything kind of goes downhill from there.

Generally, in those early stages, Valentin feels threatened by Davrin, and their more abrasive dynamic brings out an incredibly short-tempered and reactive side of him that he’s been frantically trying to bury and move past for years. Davrin's basically everything Val wishes he was (confident, handsome, masculine, Dalish), so he just kind of regresses back into a teenager as a defense mechanism. He misreads early interactions with Davrin as being dismissive and condescending, and the knowledge that Davrin is Dalish and willingly walked away from that life has a knock-on effect.

Davrin would be the first person to describe Valentin as being ‘hot headed’, even though Val is generally pretty conflict-avoidant and diplomatic, because Davrin just triggers the hell out of him without even meaning to. So he gets those angry and extremely defensive responses more than anyone else. 

They finally manage to figure something out following the destruction of Weisshaupt, when Val somewhat reluctantly tells Davrin about what happened to his own hometown Ventus, in an attempt to find some common ground. It helps humanise them both to each other, and gives them the encouragement they need to actually communicate. And it’s finding that understanding with Davrin that convinces Val that it would also be worth trying to repair things with Lucanis, as well. All of which ultimately helps him become the leader Varric always saw in him. 

So, they’re originally kind of more rivals than friends, but they get past it after some time (and going through some traumatic stuff together). It’s a lot of work, but they eventually become pretty close. Once they do, they actually work remarkably well together, and Val begins to treat Davrin as something of a second-in-command when they’re on the battlefield. They end up holding each other in pretty high regard, and become lifelong friends.

What do they like about him?

When it isn’t actively causing conflict between them, Val likes that Davrin is principled, dedicated, and believes in nobility and goodness in all people. He likes that Davrin cares very deeply for the people around him, and that he’s an incredibly compassionate person. 

What do Rook and Davrin enjoy doing together?

They probably spar a lot, and have a long, long list of rules when they do. They develop a lot of battle tactics and as a consequence from all the practice, and are an absolutely brutal duo on the battlefield because of how familiar they are with each other's fighting styles.

They probably also play Wicked Grace with Taash while everyone else is doing the book club, and Harding isn’t around to stop them (she’s trying to look out for their dignity. And sanity). Davrin and Taash team up for the sole purpose of defeating Val, and still manage to get absolutely annihilated.

Davrin and Valentin also seem to develop a habit of going to Arlathan Forest (notably Val’s least favourite place in the world, though he never actually tells Davrin this) for walks or picnics or what have you.

What do they advise him to do with the griffons?

Sticking with the theme of Val being a big fan of not clinging to the past and instead embracing an uncertain future, he suggests they go to Arlathan. 

He really just wants the griffons to be allowed to be animals, without the expectation of some lofty higher purpose. They should be allowed to exist, as they are, in whatever capacity suits them. He doesn’t trust the Wardens (individual Warden friends yes, but not the Wardens as an institution), after everything they’ve uncovered and gone through with Isseya.

It was probably a bit of a snap decision on his part, since he wasn’t expecting Davrin to ask, or to put any weight in his opinion. 

Do they think Davrin should reconnect with his clan?

I’m not sure Valentin has an opinion on that at all. As much as he wants to connect with elven culture, he’s finding that with Bellara, and Davrin’s experience is very different. And if there’s one thing Val does understand and relate to more than anything else, it’s feeling isolated and being treated like an outsider in your own culture, and how utterly damaging that can be. He wouldn’t feel comfortable giving an opinion either way.

Did Rook choose Davrin to lead the distraction team on Tearstone Island? Why or why not?

He chose Harding, because she’s his best friend, he’s known her for longer, and trusts her probably more than anyone else. He actually brings Davrin with him, because by this point in the story, he tends to keep Davrin close by on important missions as a kind of second-in-command, and has come to depend on him when in combat. Neither take the consequences well, but I like to think they’re able to bond and reaffirm their friendship through the ensuing survivor’s guilt, since that’s kind of how their friendship started in the first place.

Rook Intro Hour: Davrin

Good morning, everyone! As you may or may not already know, #DavrinWeek2025 is coming up from May 19th - May 25th, hosted by @datvcompanionweeks !

To celebrate, today's Intro Hour will be centered around Davrin!

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. The easiest way for me to keep track of everyone is for you to reblog this post and add your answer, although you can also mention me in a separate post, if you want! You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

*Please be aware that if you rb RIH to a community WITHOUT rbing to your blog first, I CANNOT rb and comment. If you want me to comment, please put the post on YOUR BLOG first. Thanks!

Today's Question(s): What is your Rook's relationship with Davrin? What do they like about him? What do Rook and Davrin enjoy doing together? What do they advise him to do with the griffons? Do they think Davrin should reconnect with his clan? Did Rook choose Davrin to lead the distraction team on Tearstone Island? Why or why not? Lastly, if you want, write a unique banter between Davrin and your Rook!

Have fun, and be creative!

[goodnightmoonvale]

Okay so I'm not religious anymore, so don't take this as me Promoting the Bible or something, but you all need to know about one of the wilder parables Jesus told.

Most parables are pretty straightforward, or at least the ones that have filtered into general cultural Christianity. Things like "Don't refuse to help people just because they're your enemy or it's too much work" (the Good Samaritan), "Giving a little, if it's all you have, means a lot more than giving a lot if you have plenty" (the Widow's Mite), etc. Aesop's Fables stuff. (nevermind the fact that some of them are actually much more complicated than they're made out to be, but that's a digression I'm not getting into)

The parable I want to tell you about is usually called "The Parable of the Unjust Judge" or "The Parable of the Persistent Widow" or something like that, and its moral basically boils down to "the squeaky wheel gets the grease", or as I like to say, "being SO GODDAMN ANNOYING about something is the only way to get things done."

Basically, it goes like this:

There's this judge, and he's an asshole. He doesn't try to do the right thing, he doesn't care about morals or social censure or anything. He's corrupt, he doesn't do his job, he's probably trying to do as little as possible and get away with it.

There's this widow, and someone has done her wrong. What happened to her is not specified, but whatever it was, she needs the judge to rule on it for the sake of justice. And he doesn't wanna. Whether he's avoiding his work, or there's nothing in it for him, or he's protecting the adversary, it's not specified other than that he just doesn't feel like doing it.

Except the widow is persistent. She hounds him about it constantly, day in and day out, begging him for justice, pleading for him to take on her case.

So finally, he gets sick of her shit. She's being so goddamn annoying, just whining all the time and making his life a living hell. And so even though he doesn't care about her problems, or about justice, or about doing her job, he takes on her case and gets justice for her and resolves everything to her satisfaction.

And then Jesus finishes the parable by saying "if someone as terrible as the unjust judge was compelled into doing the right thing because of someone's complaining, imagine how much more God, who is good and just, will listen to you if you bother him incessantly with your prayers."

And this parable always baffled me as a kid. Usually the protagonist of the parable "wins" through being "kind" or "obedient" or "compassionate" or something. But "being a stubborn little bitch"? That didn't seem to vibe with ANYTHING I knew about what "being a good person" is.

But I will say, that time and time again, the older I get, the more I like this parable. I HATE bothering people. I HATE being annoying. I would rather keep my head down and tough things out in silence rather than be bothersome. But sometimes, it's the only way to get anything done.

And time and time again I realize... whether the person you need something from is an asshole, or good and well-meaning, your request can just slip through the cracks of daily life. The only way to make sure that you get the things you need, get something done that you want done, is to make your problem someone else's problem too.

(I was reminded of this today bc my friend is trying to renew her driver's license and now that it's REAL ID hours in the US, renewing your license has gotten REAL DIFFICULT, and she somehow managed to get an appointment to renew it after being on hold for hours with the wrong person just because she literally wouldn't let them hang up until they did.)

Anyways. Go forth and be your best, most stubbornest self. And if someone gives you grief about it, just tell them Jesus told you to :)

[pacing-er]

Real talk when/why did the narrative for Professor Xavier change from "empathetic telepath who believes in the inherent good of others" to "cold apathetic telepath who treats people like things"? Maybe it's just an issue with Spurrier as a writer specifically bc I've noticed he's particularly bitchy in Legion's comics but in general the tone of the comics have shifted to be overwhelmingly negative towards Charles.

They talk a lot of shit about how he always finds easy solutions and just cuts the problems out of people's brains instead of helping them grow but like... I feel like that wasn't always the case? Didn't he explicitly refuse to use his telepathy as a permanent solution when Sabertooth came to him for help?

Granted, there was a LOT more on his mind during the Krakoa era but this is a pretty drastic change. Legion even says at one point "I know that empathy was never your thing" and that's pretty ridiculous in the context of Charles' long history as a caregiver and father figure. The narrative bias could be attributed to Legion being the focus of those comics, and Charles was a pretty awful father to him specifically, but to write off every empathetic thing he's done just for the sake of making a point? I think that it does his character a serious disservice.

In terms of why it was done, my personal theory is projection on the part of writers and fans alike. As an authority figure in the lives of younger characters, they want him to have ulterior motives and be a manipulative bastard. The fact that he is motivated by genuine love and compassion for those around him rubs people the wrong way, because they feel betrayed and let down by their own authority figures regardless of their intentions. They don't believe that people who make mistakes and hurt others in the process can still be good people, with the results always outweighing good intent. This sort of black and white thinking is very prevalent and it leads to a lot of bad-faith takes.

The change in Charles' character could also harken back to what Moira pointed out in HOX/POX: Whereas in past realities Charles never changed as a person, in this reality he has been broken by her. This is the only rationalization I'd accept at this point, and the narrative that ppl have been pushing lately of "actually professor x was just a huge bastard the whole time" does not vibe with me. The pessimistic nihilistic impulse to project negative traits on genuinely well-meaning characters will always be fucking exhausting.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[portraitofadyke]

Real lol. I saw them going down the wrong road with Bucky in tfatws already (and their poor handling of his trauma and brainwashing) and only his dynamics with Sam was the redeeming part of that show (Anthony and Seb carried). When they announced thunderbolts I knew it was over bc mcu does not have a single clue what to do with Bucky now that Steve is gone. A governor??? MCU Bucky?? And now they go ahead and ruin the only good thing Bucky had going on for him and mess his relationship with Sam for what, the GOVERNMENT??

Bucky is not a villain gone right, he has nothing to atone for. That premise falls flat in the MCU. I genuinely think another civil war thing (this time with a bunch of racism thrown in) is the laziest shit the mcu could do and completely assassinating Bucky and Yelena (what’s new) and undermining Sam (which they already did with like a million Captain Carter cameos). I’m not watching the movie (just like I didn’t watch anything since tfatws) and I’m done. I knew they would assassinate Bucky like they assassinated Steve (except Steve’s assassination was more subtle to the general public)

My sister sent me a link to this article tonight and wow did it feel good to see someone in the media questioning wtf Marvel has done with Bucky's character.

I don't agree with everything in it (she gives Bucky too much of a free pass for how he behaved in TFATWS, especially in that scene with Raynor), but most of it is spot on, from his ill-thought-out Congress run to his abject betrayal of Sam.

Smash cut to the post-credits scene of Thunderbolts, where it’s revealed that not only did Bucky go along with Yelena (Florence Pugh) and the rest of the team when it came to letting Valentina get away with everything, but he was destroying his relationship with Sam over it.

And this:

All of the above would be ridiculous on its own, but the Sam Wilson situation is where it shifts from absurd to inexcusable.

And boom:

The MCU further solidifies this point by having Bucky appear right when Sam needed him the most in Brave New World. To then have Bucky completely betray Sam to side with a smarmy war criminal who made it her mission to create a would-be god? And to cram it all in a throwaway post-credits scene? Infuriating.

Read the whole thing! It deserves your attention. And if you are a Bucky stan, you should be enraged at the way he's been presented in this film, because Bucky turning out to secretly be a Skrull is about the only way his behaviour in Thunderbolts* can be made to make sense when you look at the rest of his arc in the MCU.

[ashlygraves]

i feel like reading Ashley’s crying fits as emotional manipulation falls into either misunderstanding or a bad faith reading of her personality. especially flashback childhood scenes. Ashley legitimately feels like if Andrew is not on board with her he hates her and wants nothing to do with her- look at her social life, the way her mother treats her. sure its not logical but her past experience with people would guide her to that conclusion. *person* doesn’t like something i do/say = i end up alone again. to hear these kinds of words come out of a child’s mouth, a responsible and mentally stable adult’s response would be to hold her hand and guide her through these feelings, and explain to her that the world does not operate in the black and white lenses she views them from…. now when is Ashley ever surrounded by someone of this description. this explanation would need to come from a parental figure, or a role model in the child’s life, somebody the child trusts and looks to for guidance. who is this person for Ashley??? Andrew. another child. not a well rounded, stable, emotionally mature adult with the past experiences to prove these thought patterns wrong. and how does he respond? by giving in. his little sister is crying, upset, and mom and dad don’t like dealing with her and explicitly tell him its his responsibility to placate her and make sure she’s taken care of and listening to them- whenever they decide they’re going to attempt at parenting that is. they never tell him how to do this, all they want is for their daughter to shut up and leave them alone. in this moment, his little sister is crying and that is unacceptable. based on his past experiences, the fastest (and only) way to solve this problem that nobody else wants to deal with is to do what she wants to do. give in. let her have her way. even in the most extreme of circumstances, because neither of them have reliable responsible role models. as they grow up, Andrew builds resentment towards his sister for this, he’s always doing whatever she wants and they’re acting on her whims because they never learned otherwise. misdirected anger that should have been angled at their parents.. so why isn’t it? because their mother was a hostile, volatile person, who punished him for straying an inch out of line. follow orders and keep up appearances, or else. make sure she does the same, or else. expressing any sort of resentment or anger towards anyone but Ashley would have resulted in an outburst from their mother. there is a line, though. Renee may not have given him any sound examples or advice to follow but she did tell him what not to do: resort to physical violence. she knows it’s not a solution to behavior, we can assume she has experience with this because of her reaction to Andrew trying it out on his sister. and in light of their parents deaths, what does Andrew resort to? physical violence. why? because he’s learned that while it may not change Ashley’s behavior (like their mother said), it makes her listen in the moment. and it feels good, to finally let out his frustrations and he won’t be punished for it. this is him ‘acting out’. he finally has the chance to act without punishment and he uses it to do the only thing that he was explicitly told not to do. why does Ashley act the way she does? because she has 2 decades of experience telling her that what she does effects everyone but herself. she has never dealt with punishment, or consequences, in her entire 20 years of life. she has never had to keep up appearances, or stay in line, because she was never given a reason to. Andrew was. soo.. Andrew’s girlfriend breaks up with him, they kill their parents, they’ve been socially isolated and starved for months with the threat of death right around the corner and then they’re both given a chance to take advantage of an object that ultimately would relieve them of consequences.. but what’s the catch? there doesn’t seem to be one, but Andrew knows better. At least in this instance.

[rafumeika]

What Mahito did: Manipulate Junpei into being his friend and then killed him in front of Yuji, laughed about Yuji's desperation to save him, killed Nanami, got Nobara into a coma, destroyed one of Todo's hands

Yuji with Mahito at the end:

What Sukuna did: Threaten to kill Yuji's friend multiple times, ripped Yuji's heart out of his chest and then tricked him into making a Binding Vow that he would have to forget in order to bring him back to life, laughed at Yuji when he desperately begged him to try and save Junpei, told him over and over again that his mere existence would bring destruction simply by being his vessel, destroyed Shibuya and killed countless of innocent people, ditched Yuji to make Megumi his new vessel, then sinked Megumi's soul as deep as he could in darkness in order to keep control of his body, killed Tsumiki, killed Gojo, killed Kashimo, killed Higuruma, killed Choso, almost killed Yuta and pushed him into using Kenjaku's CT to get into Gojo's body, kept praising literally everyone else but Yuji (while still trying to kill them), who he kept talking shit about instead, got pissed when Yuji showed pity and told him that he would kill every single person still left alive that Yuji cared about before finally killing him

Yuji with Sukuna at the end: