#but also it makes sense because what the fuck else do you do with a royal palace when you murder the royals

[naihvty]

my dearest, talented loz. can I pls request “if we were alone right now, what would you do to me? “ reader asking steve during a late night phone call 🤭

my love!! let's not acknowledge how long it's taken me to write this. i started, stopped for months then rushed and finished it this morning. I MISS AND LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3333

best friend steve x reader phone call

word count: 2.4k

tags: nsfw! 18+, NO MINORS PLS, phone sex, steve being a horny fuck, reader is also a horny fuck but can you blame them, i'm not very good at thinking of tags, they are both in love with each other but they just don't know it, reader is female but no other description, not really proof read sorry xo

"It's late, Stevie I should probably go to sleep... I have work tomorrow," you huff as you adjust yourself in bed, snuggling further under the warmth of the covers in your cool bedroom.

"No no stay up with me, c'mon, you're not tired! Just a little longer!" Steve pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate by saying anything he possibly could to keep you on the phone.

He was in love with you. He knew it. Did you know it? Why would you. He was always stealing glances at you, whenever he physically could, eyeing up your frame, gaze lingering just a little too long on areas that friends shouldn't be looking at for a prolonged period of time.

Your gaze always seemed somewhere else. Anywhere else. He'd come to accept it really, keeping the fantasies playing out in his head just that. In his head. Countless scenarios where clothes were discarded on the floor, flushed skin on show, whimpers escaping your mouth, and all because of him. The things he could do to you, show you, make you feel. You had no idea how much he wanted you.

"Steve? You there?" The sound of your voice snapped him back into the 21st century.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. Yeah. I'm here. What was it that you said?" Steve rambled, the slight breathlessness in his voice not escaping your senses.

You wished you could see into Steve's brain sometimes. Be in there, think what he was thinking. You could sometimes hear the cogs turning in his head every time you caught him looking at you. You hope he didn't notice you staring back, when his attention was elsewhere. You couldn't let him know that all you wanted to do was stare at him. Drink him in. His hair, his eyes, the hair that peaked above his button up shirts that he wore to parties, where there was always one button undone too many.

You tried not to let yourself daydream for too long when you were around him, which was all the time, seeing as you were inseparable best friends. It was just too hard not to. Those big hands roaming around the curves of your body, that deep voice groaning and grunting in your ear as he bucks his hips into yours. Bad thoughts. VERY very bad. But that knowledge didn't stop them from happening.

"Whose the one that's not listening now, huh?" Steve teased, breaking your train of thought. Just as well, you could feel your underwear getting damper by the second.

"C'mon, what're you thinking about?" He probed.

You wish you could tell him, you really wish you could tell him. You just didn't realise you were mumbling out-loud to yourself.

"You wish you could tell me? C'mon sweetheart you know you can tell me anything. Safe space here. What's in that pretty head of yours?"

FUCK. You needed to stop doing that. Talking to yourself without even realising. One day it will get you into trouble. It kind of just did.

"Nothing! Nothing! I'm okay Stevie, sorry, what did you wanna talk about? You better think of something good to keep me awake, I told you, I'm getting tired!" You teased, trying your best to brush off the fact you might've just open a can of worms that you just couldn't face dealing with. Rejection, for starters.

"You are not getting out of this one. Tell me now before I come round and get it out of you in person. And you really don't want that. You know I'll win".

Fuck. You're fucked. You're utterly fucking fucked. You can't lie your way out, he knows you too well to see straight through you when you're avoiding something or not telling the truth. What do you even say? I was thinking of you Steve. I was thinking of you fucking me into tomorrow morning. God, you would die if you told him that.

"I'm putting my coat on! Tell me before I get in my car." Steve insists.

Maybe if you told him he wouldn't even believe you. Or he'd be so taken aback that he'd change the conversation, or even let you go to sleep.

"Uhhhh. You Stevie. I was thinking about you. Not in a bad way. God no, there's no way of thinking about you in a bad way. In a good way! But not a weird way. Just, you." You ramble. So much for keeping your fucking cool. Idiot.

"Me sweetheart? What're you thinking about me for?" Steve asks innocently, letting out a small chuckle. Good think you can't see the shiver that went down his spine hearing you say that he is at the centre of your thoughts.

You speak before you can think about forming a sensible reply.

"I always think about you Steve. You're my best friend. I see you every day, and you mean a lot to me. Is that a crime?" You huff, not realising you'd gotten so defensive.

"Woah woah woah. No need to get like that. My coat is off. I'm back in bed. Calm down honey." He soothes. You try not to imagine him in bed, shirtless, arm tucked behind his head showing off his large muscles. You fail. You rub your legs together as you feel a throb in your core. There is no way you should be doing this, or feeling like this while on the phone with Steve.

"Sorry, sorry Stevie." Something aches in your chest as you realise once again that your feeling will never be reciprocated.

"You're doing an awful lot of shuffling round there honey, you okay? Something got you worked up?" Steve jokes, pulling a quiet gasp from you as you freeze in place in your bed. You didn't even realise that you'd been moving that much by subconsciously trying to get some sort of friction between your legs to soothe the ache that the images in your head had created.

Steve's imagination runs wild as the tension over the phone could be cut by a knife. He pictures you in bed, in your skimpy pyjamas and he wishes to the gods that you'd be touching yourself whilst talking to him. He's had phone sex a few times before with other girls, but it'd just turned out badly with awkward silences from bad, but desperate attempts at connection.

"Do you really want to know what's on my mind?" You blurt out. What are you doing. What the FUCK are you doing. You did NOT agree to confessing your feelings and darkest desires to Steve Harrington, your best friend, over the phone at 11 o'clock at night. Or any time of night for that matter.

"Shoot honey. Safe space here. Ya got nothing to worry about." Steve's soothing tone runs a shiver down your spine.

You can't hold back any longer. You've wanted to tell him for such a long time. Now or never.

"I like you Steve. I like you, okay? And I know you don't like me back but I don't want to ruin our friendship so I shouldn't even be telling you this but I can't take it any longer. You drive me FUCKING crazy okay? I just wanna, I just wanna..." Words start to fail you. Oh god. Oh god. What have you done. You have ruined everything. And all you can hear on the other line is silence.

Steve's head spins whilst silently willing you to finish your sentence. God, he wants you. He wishes he had kept his coat on and got in his car to get the confession out of you in person. He probably would have pinned you to the bed and taken you right there and then. He can feel his underwear shifting as his cock hardens. He's past the point of thinking straight now.

"If we were alone right now, what would you to do me?" He asks softly.

You splutter as you take in the words he's just asked you.

"Wh-, what?"

"If we were alone right now, what would you do to me?" he repeats. You can't gather anything from his tone of voice.

"Stevie are you sure-"

"Answer the question."

"Oh-okay." You whisper.

Where do you even begin. What wouldn't you do to him. What the fuck is even happening. Does this mean he feels the same?

"I would, uhhh. I would. S-Stevie I can't even fucking think straight. I can't string a sentence together. Wh-what would you do to me? Please. I need to know." Your voice trembles. Your thoughts are a blur. All that you know is that you need Steve. You need him there. You need his voice, his touch, everything.

"You sure you wanna know sweetheart? I've known what I would do to you for a pretty long time. Not sure if you're ready to hear it." He retorts, his voice dripping with honey and sweetness.

"Please, Stevie. Please tell me. I'll do anything, please just tell me. I can't take it anymore." You beg.

"Okay baby, okay. I'll tell you. But I want you to touch yourself while I tell you, okay? I want you to feel good. Don't hold back. I wanna hear you. Hear how good you feel while I'm telling you what I'd do. What I wish I was doing to you right now, okay?" Steve gently instructs. He's barely comprehending what's going on. It all must be a dream. The best dream he's ever had. He'd happily stay in this dreamland forever.

You whimper a response back, which he takes as a yes.

You slowly snake your hand down into your pyjama shorts.

"Stevie I'm so wet. Wish you could feel it. Want you here."

"I know, honey. But just relax. It's gonna feel so good, okay?" He reassures. All you can do is nod to yourself and slowly peel your panties away from your slick cunt.

"I'd make you feel so good, baby. If I was there with you. Just imagine. Close your eyes. I'd start with my fingers. Just one, don't wanna stretch you out too quickly. I just know your pussy is tight. So, so tight. Need to stretch you out before evening thinking about giving you my cock. Don't wanna hurt you".

Your finger slowly rubs circles around your clit. Your moans are loud already, any previous embarrassment has completely left your body filling you with only want, and need. Your eyes flutter shut as you imagine Steve in front of you, towering over you with his strong presence. That it's his hand instead of yours that's making you feel so good.

"God you sound wet baby. You're this wet already? And I'm not even there with you? And I've not even got to the best part. I bet you taste fucking incredible. Don't know how many times I've thought about making you come undone for me. Screaming my name. Just want you to feel good baby, want you to be mine. Wonder how many fingers you could take? I bet even two would be a stretch for you.”

You whimper at the thought. Whilst it always feels good when you touch yourself, you can make yourself cum no problems, you just know that being touched by Steve would be on a different level entirely. Those big hands roaming your body, thick fingers stretching you out, aching but it such a delicious way.

“God Stevie, feels good. Feels so good, I wish you were here, I-, wish you were touching me. Want you to kiss me, and touch me, a-and, god please I’ve wanted this for so long”, you babble. So many thoughts consumed your head you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Steve couldn’t fucking think straight. His cock was hard, bursting at the seams of his underwear, straining, begging to be released. Hearing your breathy whimpers and moans, envisioning you touching yourself was riling him up in a way that he didn’t think possible. Yeah, he’d been with his fair share of girls, but no one made him feel like this, the way that you did.

He snakes a hand down to his boxers, palm rubbing his cock gently over the top of them. He stifles a moan as he feels pre-cum leaking out of his pink, swollen tip.

“How’s it feel, honey? Talk to me. You wanna know what I’m doing? Wish you could feel how hard I am, fuck. So fucking hard already and I’m not even there in person with you. I’m rock-fucking solid, baby”.

Your fingers leave you and come up to circle your clit. You’ve never felt this wet before, Steve has a way with words that was driving you insane.

“Feels good, Stevie, so good… just wish it was you touching me, please, I need to feel it, feel your fingers inside me,” you moan, a delicious familiar feeling rumbling in your lower stomach. Not yet, you thought, you didn’t want this to end.

Steve lets out a groan at the sound of your desperation, wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, slowly starting to pump up and down.

“Wish your hand was round my cock, baby, just know it feels so much better than mine. You want that, honey? You wanna wrap your hand round my cock? Wanna feel your pretty mouth on it, too. Just know it feels good.” Steve mumbles, his already jumbled thoughts turning even further into mush as he keeps a steady pace fisting his cock. He’s embarrassed to admit he feels his release building. You’ll be the death of him, the absolute death of him. How will he last more than 5 seconds inside you when even just the thought of you has him nearly cumming in under a minute?

“I’m close, Stevie, so close, feels so good,” you whimper. “Are you close? Can I cum, please? Wanna cum together, wanna hear you, please Steve…”

“Fuck, yeah I’m close, baby. Want you to come for me, wanna hear you scream my name. And the next time you do, just know it’ll be because I’m there, fucking you. That want you want?”

You nod, words failing you as the coil in your stomach starts to unravel. “Fuck, Stevie, yes! I-I, fuck!” You wail, clenching around nothing as your orgasm blinds you.

Steve follows suit soon after, ropes of his seed spilling onto his chest, hot breathy moans escaping his lips, whispering your name as he rides out the high.

Reality settles back in after a few moments of silence, coming back down from cloud nine to the quiet on both ends of the phone.

“Well, fuck. Guess we aren’t just friends anymore, honey.”

[hoe4hockey]

NSFW A-Z Quinn Hughes

Warnings - smut and mentions of smut. DNI if you are a minor.

Is it even a hockey themed blog if you aren’t posting Quinn Hughes content? 👀

A - Aftercare

Very important to him. Wants to make sure you are well taken care of and well looked after. If anything can be a bit too intense at times. “Quinn someone who just fucked me so hard and I’m pretty sure bruised my cervix can’t then turn around and hand feed me and wipe sweat from my forehead.”

B - Body Part (Their/Yours)

Loves his hands, loves how strong they are and how long his fingers are. Like that he catches you watching him flex his fingers and his veins running along his hands makes you almost drool.

Loves your smile, doesn’t always come off as a fun loving guy but anytime you smile whether it be because of him or literally anything else he eats it up.

C - Cum

Comes hard and lots. Doesn’t care where it ends up as long as he can see it dripping from you or out of you.

“That’s it baby, stick your tongue out and show me how good I taste.”

D - Dirty Secret

Hasn’t ever tried it and wouldn’t know how to ask but wants to try anal. So bad. Like he dreams about it. You walking around the lake house in a skimpy little bikini doesn’t help the situation at all.

E - Experience

Has had a few partners but when you first started dating everything was still a bit clunky as he stumbled around and learned every little thing you like, what made you tick. Now he can make you come from flicking and tweaking your nipples alone. You fear Quinn Hughes may have ruined you for anyone else.

F - Favourite Position

Loves missionary. Loves looking into your eyes and swallowing your moans with kisses while he feels you fall apart around him. Also like to have access to your neck to wrap his long fingers around it.

G - Goofy

Quinn thinks there is a time and place for goofiness and the bedroom isn’t one of them. He can make you giggle and laugh after he’s ruined you.

H - Hair

Dark thick hair that he keeps neat and tidy, connects to a snail trail that when he stretches and his shirt lifts it drives you insane.

I - Intimacy

Very very big on intimacy, in any sense. Loves being close to you and knowing that you are his and his alone.

J - Jerk off

Might do it once or twice a week. Doesn’t really have the need if you aren’t there. His teammates have joked after he drilled into them at practice that maybe he needs to blow off some steam.

“The only thing I’ll be wrapping my hand around is my girls neck and I think that will be exactly what I need.” He says to Brock, leaving him standing in shock in the hallway. He couldn’t look you or Quinn in the eye for a few weeks.

K - Kink

Choking - big fan of choking. He likes his hands knows you like his hands and knows you like them too. Got drunk one night and you wrote necklace between his thumb and pointer finger then placed his hand around your neck. He legitimately almost came in his pants.

L - Location(Favourite places to do it)

Strictly a bed guy, likes having you spread out before him so he can do whatever he wants to you.

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

You being a brat. It spins his head and flips a switch inside him.

N - No(Draw a line In the sand)

Will not have sex with you anymore if his brothers are around. Only because they either have some sick intuition and have walked in on you guys in some not so pg13 positions.

O - Oral

Giver, could spend hours buried between your thighs. Wants to feel your thighs squeeze his head and watch them quiver as he tastes you on his tongue over and over again.

P - Pace

Likes to take his time and savour every moment. Would never go fast and want it to be over quickly unless absolutely necessary.

Q - Quickie

The only time they are required are during the off season when you and him offer to go and pick up dinner so you can have a little fun in the car before you get home. Yet somehow Jack still texted midway through and requested you guys pick up some extra stuff.

R - Risk

Quinn is very calculated and thinks about things heavily before he does them, in life, in hockey and also with sex. Doesn’t love the idea risk at all. In any sense, especially when it comes to you.

S- Stamina

Has stamina thanks to working out and training but he really just is a sleepy guy at his core. Loves doing what needs to be done then watching a movie and cuddling into you afterwards.

T - Toys

You have them but you only use them together. He caught you once when you didn’t hear him come through the door and the “punishment” that followed was almost worth doing it all over again.

U - Unfair(How much they like to tease)

Loves it, will tease you any chance he gets. Even in public he is so good at it and sneaky about it the only person who knows are you and him.

Hands in you underwear at a team dinner, check.

Laying on the couch watching movies with his family during the summer and his hands are cupping your breast under your shirt, check.

V- Volume (how loud they are or/what noise they make)

Moans and groans into your ear or your neck, the action sending vibrations all over your body.

W - Wildcard (random head cannon)

Has terrible nightmares, wakes up sweaty and breathing heavily gripping his chest. Looks over and see’s you and suddenly everything feels better again. Will hold you close and almost inhale you while he drifts back to sleep.

X - X-ray

Above average in length. Used to be insecure about it but has definitely learned to use it.

Y - Yearning(how high is there sex drive)

Doesn’t think he has a particularly high sex drive until he isn’t with you then it feels like he could quite literally stretch his skin off. Makes it even worse when he comes home from a roadie and then you can’t walk the next day.

Z - ZZZ(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Has trouble sleeping in general. Does enjoy staying up and watching you cuddle into him, when he eventually does drift off has an arm firmly wrapped around you.

[siloupy]

i have been working on this for a few days now but they are all done . all my designs so far for pin through all the seasons

(because she has been through a lot ... #1 situation haver)

i have lots of thoughts so this is getting put under a read more cause this post might get long

bfdi/season 1

very cutie patootie i think ...... so silly

FUCK ASS BOB . its a pivotal trans experience you see the fuckass bob and you know theyre gonna get so transgender with it eventually. LOL

shes kept her natural hair color up to this point but that most definitely is gonna change later

if youve seen my other pin related posts you know i make a whole thing out of the jacket ...... shes very sentimental about it its very dear to her because shes had it for as long as she can remember (during this season LOL). as of right now its a bit too big for her but the longer that she keeps it and loves it she starts to grow into it <3

hrmmm unsure of what else to say about this one. shes cutesy

bfdia/season 2

lot going on here Hi

I SEE A LOT OF HUMANIZATIONS OF PIN THAT GIVE HER THIS LIKE . super alternative fashion style and stuff. AND IT IS VERY COOL. but like i never really thought it fit her very well if that makes sense ??? like i never really saw it as being very in character but like maybe im just doopid

THAT BEING SAID THOUGH if she were to try and go into any of that now would be the time. i included like a little tiny bit of it. shes experimenting with a lot of stuff she dyes her hair a bit shes having fun and playing

early bfdia pin makes me so sad lowkey like she was so excited and she was so ready to have fun

then ummmm the horrors. you guys all know the horrors weve all seen em

i really like the interpretation of pin's mechy stuff as a wheelchair its very lovely to me

lowkey inspired by @/clarissasbakery 's bfdia pin design (peak) in the sense of like ..... her being all disheveled and shit at this point like shes going through it bad rn. no time to gaf about all that right now yk.

JACKET IS GONE . ive posted about it before back when likeeee i think around when bfdia 19 came out. but like my whole interpretation is that she gave it to coiny before the bfdia 18 challenge since that challenge was at night and probably colder and whatever. and its like this huge thing that she trusts him with it. and then everything immediately goes to shit HAHAHAHHA but coiny has it at this point and keeps it for a while because going to give it back means actually confronting the problems and why would he ever do that right

subject to change a bit based on how the rest of bfdia goes :) ooouu im SO SCARED ABOUT IT SOMEONE SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!

idfb/season 3 (VERY SUBJECT TO CHANGE/UPDATE SINCE WE DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THIS YET)

i really hope they also come back to this im very intrigued by it

ive mentioned it a couple of times but my hc for pin is that theyre genderqueer :)) any pronouns user but i thiiiink she/her still Mainly just because shes used to them. but like all pronouns are good and cool and awesome

ANYWAYS . this is the time they start figuring all that out i think ..... I SAY THIS LIKE ITS JUST ME HAVING THESE IDEAS me and junofriend scurried around with this hc together a LOT. BUT yeah idfb is when i think pin would be exploring that :) not preoccupied with Losing It in bfdia anymore so he can actually put some thought into that HAHAHA . relearning how to be a well adjusted person again and getting a little transgender with it in the process

im probably nonbinary but ive got a competition to win so idrc about all that right now. LMAOOOO

they cut and bleached their hair aaaaaall by themself. and it looks like shit. <3. again another pivotal transgender experience it simply had to happen

starts using a cane after having to figure out how to walk and stuff again :) ofc coiny helps her with some of that too (and all of the drawings ive seen of that specific thing are SO dear to me) but she has that too

inspired a little bit by some random person's outfit i saw in passing . LMFAO i thought it was cute

bfb/season 4

also maybe subject to change a little bit depending on how idfb goes/if that happens :)

the jacket has been returned :)) and fixed up a bit (this was like. what. 7 years at least of having it after all)

theyre still trying to figure out some stuff appearance wise.....she cleaned up her hairstyle a bit and is letting it grow back in its natural color but still experimenting with keeping it shorter

i LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT SO MUCH when people have pin and coiny have something like that together that theyre matching ive seen it a few times and i think it is the loveliest little thing in the world. they have the little matching necklaces (which i also included in my last drawing of them together that i posted)

outfit generally reflects him being a bit more reserved and stuff than before ... gotta gain that confidence back throughout the season she gets there eventually

tpot/season 5/current day

JOYPILLED !!!!!!!

during this time he starts getting SO silly with it again in terms of like. presentation and stuff. having fun and playing. hair is getting FULLY dyed again. bringing back some of the piercings. got little pins on the jacket now. having so much fun

in general is just a lot more confident in how they express themself and it brings me so much joy

the cane comes back out occasionally when shes having a particularly bad day and needs to use it again. its got a tiny little bit of decorations now :)

IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT SHES SOOOOO SILLY

OK thats all i have ........ this thang been Plaguing my mind as of late

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Denver behind the cut; “weird amnesia Timberkon”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“My name’s Bernard, by the way,” he says, because he’s an idiot with no idea what to say who also hasn’t actually, like, explicitly mentioned that yet. Admittedly Superboy might already know it, but like . . . he doesn’t know, manners or whatever. “If you didn’t know that, I have no idea if you knew that or not, given the whole . . . kinda sorta super-stalking your buds thing and your current mental state and also how much time I specifically as an amateur ornithologist spend around the specific bird that shall not be identified and all. Good to finally, uh . . . meet you. You know, aside from all the horrible parts and everything.” 

God, he is not acting serious enough about this awful and just solidly fucked situation, he is being just . . . way too flippant and jokey and shit right now. But also he has no idea how to have this conversation without making it flippant and jokey and shit, because the alternate option is making Superboy cry even more, unless just being flippant and jokey and shit makes him cry even more, and–

Bernard is possibly not very good with crying, when it comes down to it. Like, there’s a reason he picked Tim Drake, reigning Emotional Repression Champ of Gotham City University for his boyfriend. Like, there are very much so several reasons that he did that, and the fact that he is personally the reigning Emotional Masking Champ on the line at the Peregrinators Club is definitely one of them. 

“Kon,” Superboy manages past the strangled little sobs choking up his throat. “I’m��m’Kon. It–it’s real good to meet you, man. Sorry.” 

“You really, really do not have to be,” Bernard says. “Please take the credit card and come crash at mine tonight. At least for my ability to actually sleep tonight, if nothing else.” 

“I’m really sorry,” Superboy sobs helplessly, like that’s even a thing that makes sense for him to say. 

“Then come over tonight,” Bernard says, because whether it makes sense or not, he’ll take any chance he’s got of convincing Superboy to actually do that. Of convincing . . . Kon, apparently, to actually do that. 

“I can’t,” Kon rasps. “I–it’s not–I just wanna go fucking home. I just–m’sorry, I–I’ll–I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, you keep saying that,” Bernard says, and can’t help going back to the thought that the guy is not talking the way a mentally-healthy person would be right now. 

Then again, who even the hell would be a mentally-healthy person right now? 

Fuck, Bernard thinks a little bit despairingly, because he is just too Gotham to know how to deal with Super problems.

[marvelous-slut]

Slow Nights - Dr. John Shen x Reader

Note - ya’ll! As much as I love my DILFS this man has me in a chokehold. He had what 20 minutes of screen time if that? I can’t

Warnings - 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Shen is arrogant af in this, fingering, talks of masturbation, pure smut is all I’ve got to say.

It had to be the slowest night in the history of the ER. A broken hip from the nursing home had been the most interesting thing that happened so far and that was only because the family called telling the unlucky soul who picked up the phone their plans of suing the nursing home and how if they knew what nurse let their dad fall, they were in for it. Other than that, a few stomach bugs, constipation and a migraine have made their way in and out. You sit at your desk charting, when you hear the last voice you wanted to on a night like this.

“I don’t know what’s up guys. I’ve said it’s quiet about six times tonight, still nothing. Not even a laceration!” You’re attending, John Shen. You roll your eyes listening to him talk. You couldn’t put your finger on what you disliked about him, maybe it was his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude with every single case that came in the ER doors. Part of you had a little envy that he had such a careless attitude. Of course, he got the job done, he made sure those who could be saved made it. He handled families well when they were upset or if he had to inform them someone had died. He also was the type after telling someone their husband of 46 years had died to ask “Whats everyone got to eat?” Maybe it was how when you were doing a procedure, if it wasn’t fast enough for him he’d grab whatever equipment or tools you were using and start on his own. He really did try to teach, but he could sense the fear you had at times and sometimes there wasn’t any room for that to happen. Especially when a life hung on the line. You think mostly it was because you tried your to flirt with him and it didn’t go as well as you’d pictured in your head. Mostly you think it was the way he talked. You wondered often if he really was a dick head, or he just came off that way sometimes.

“Alright, go take a break. I’ve said it’s slow, it’s quiet, I’m bored. Nothing, but maybe this is the calm before the storm.” He says, leaning over the counter to grab his drink. You roll your eyes, standing up to head to the on call room. He notices you walking that way, yelling your name as you do.

“Aren’t you usually a sit outside and look at the moon on break kinda girl?” He asks. Why is he asking that? Better yet, why does he notice your routine? You turn to look at him, puzzled written across your face.

“I don’t feel great tonight, I have a headache. I’m gonna take my measly break and try to nap. Page me if something comes in.” You say before darting into the room. Finally. You flop down on the bed, trying to decide whether to shed your bottoms completely or slide a hand into your panties instead.

A dirty secret you kept since you’d started months back. You had a lot of pent up sexual energy and no one to help release it. Besides it was rare you had a moment to do this on a shift. It was nice, the thought of getting caught but knowing you wouldn’t because you kept the door shut and locked, you’d make an excuse saying you slept like shit during the day, the neighbors kept you awake. Most of the time, no one bothered you or even tried to. If they needed you, they’d page. What they didn’t know is you’d lay on the bed, spread your legs and let your fingers work on your clit. It pissed you off sometimes, trying to focus on a good fantasy, thinking about TV characters or a good porn video you’d seen in the past but somehow the thought of Dr. Shen buried inside of you always made its way to the things you got off to.

You pull your scrubs down, leaving on your red laced underwear. It was impractical to wear for work, but you never know what could happen. It had been so long since you’d had someone else pleasure you, there was a small hope that maybe you’d run into someone after work and end up in a hot one night stand (or in your case, maybe a one day stand?) You slide the thin fabric to the side, running a finger into your wet cunt and back up to your clit. You always try to make it quick incase you are needed, sometimes getting interrupted and having to finish the shift with that ache of needing to release. It made for an earth shattering orgasm when you got home and finally could let go. You’re too gone in your thoughts to hear the door start to swing open, only brought back to reality by the light beaming into the room.

“Hey, you left you- Whoa.” The absolute worst case scenario that could have happened has come to light. You get up to sitting position, feet now on the floor, throwing the thin sheet over your exposed lower half. Shen holds your pager in his hand, still trying to process what he has just walked into. He feels himself getting hard at the quick glance he caught. He shuts the door fast behind him before anyone else can see this same sight, locking it as he turns back around.

“Uh.” You can’t say anything, your brain can’t even make out a word to say. No good excuse. Nothing. He smirks, laying the pager down on the table in the room.

“So, this your remedy for that headache?” You want to punch him, slap him, anything. He’s so smug as he says it, leaning against the wall. “Don’t let me stop you.” You shake your head, trying to look for your scrub bottoms without making it noticeable.

“It’s not like that. I- I was- I have a bite or something and-“ He comes over to you, standing in-front of you. The familiar strong woody scent hits you, you hate to admit it but the scent drives you insane. You smell it on him all the time, especially when you two are close in a room working on patients. He leans down, placing a hand under your chin making you look up at him.

“It looks like to me, you were trying to get yourself off.” You swallow hard, a range of emotions flowing through your body. You’re horrified, humiliated and oddly enough aroused. “Do you not lock the door for extra fun or was that an accident?”

“Accident.” You whisper out, wishing you could look away from him, but your eyes are locked with his. He smirks, running his free hand through your hair.

“All this time, I thought you were the smartest resident I had. You still are, medically. Common sense I’m starting to think differently.” Your chest tightens, you wonder what’s going to happen next. Two things cross your mind. The first, he is going to tell anyone and everyone on night shift about this. The second, you’re getting kicked from your residency. The last thing you imagined would happen is him pulling the sheet away slowly and running his hand up your thigh.

“Leaving the door unlocked, that’s a mistake. You were in here pleasuring yourself and that’s not the first thing you made sure to do was lock the door?” The way he talks in this situation is just like he does on the floor. Condescending, arrogant. Never spewing evil and cruel words, but in a way to make you think later on ‘was he trying to say I’m an idiot without saying it?’

“Unless, you wanted someone to catch you with your fingers inside of you? I think maybe you did, I don’t know a lot of people who wear their best underwear to work.” You can’t even speak. This. Can’t. Be. Real. Of course, the idea of someone walking in was while you brought yourself over the edge was an alluring thought, but you also thought of all the horrible possibilities of people that could walk in on the act.

“You sure are quiet now. All I ever hear you do on the floor is talk, talk, talk. Just like out there, when it’s time to step up, there’s always that hesitation from you.” His fingers run under the laced fabric. “So what’s got you quiet now? Are you embarrassed?” You shake your head yes, it’s all you can do. You’re afraid if you try to speak, you may vomit from nerves.

“No, let’s use our words here.” He has a grip on your underwear now, almost like he’s just waiting for you to say go.

“Yes. It is embarrassing, Dr. Shen.” He smirks, he runs his hand across your cheek. Part of him enjoys hearing you call him ‘Dr. Shen’ especially in this situation. His lips are dangerously close to yours, you can feel the heat that your bodies are building between one another. Before you know it, his hands are off of you and it’s like a rug has been pulled from under you. He stretches his arms in the air.

“No need to be embarrassed. Everyone has to relive themselves right? I’ll let you get back to it.” He turns to walk out the door. You’re in shock, what just happened? Before your brain can say don’t do it, your mouth opens.

“Wait!” You yell out, hoping no one outside this room hears you. He smirks, turning back around to face you.

“What? Do you need help getting yourself off, like you need help with everything you do on the floor?” He knows what he’s doing. He has to. He has known how to get under your skin since the day he met you. He knows eventually you’ll snap back at him. It’s like clock work.

“Actually, no I don’t. I’m sure I pull it off better than you ever could.” He shrugs. You stand up, going to grab your scrubs out of the floor, when you raise back up he’s dangerously close to you again.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that? Or are you hoping you can find out?” You can’t take it anymore, the shit talk and the tension. You slam your lips onto his, feeling his hands make their way to your ass. He grips your ass tightly, trying to somehow bring you even closer to him. You feel his bulge through his scrubs. Before you know it, you’re back on the bed, his hand feeling over the lace.

“Did I make you this wet? You’re soaked through this thong.” He breaks the kiss as he asks. You take a second to catch your breath.

“I did that all by myself.” He lets out a soft laugh, before you have a chance to say anything you’re instead letting out a moan as you feel two fingers sliding into you. “Fuck.” You manage to mutter out as he starts moving. You imagined he’d be rough, the careless attitude he presented with at work? You never dreamed he’d be about trying to make sure his partner got off too.

“It’s amazing how you try to convince me that I don’t turn you on. I see the way you look at me.” He is knuckle deep inside of you now, you’re trying to focus on not cumming so soon. That would be even more embarrassing than him walking in on you with your hand in your panties. “I see the way you brush against me in codes, even when you have all the room in the world to get past me. The way your neck turns red when I talk to you.” He feels you tighten around him, knowing you’re almost there. “I just need to hear you say it.” Before you have a chance to react, you feel him pull his fingers out of you. Leaving you feeling empty.

“What the fuck?” You ask, still trying to catch your breath. The fabric of his scrubs rubs against your skin.

“Like I said,” he starts as he pulls your thong off, throwing it across the room. “Just need to hear you say it.” It’s disgusting how he has you like puddy in his hands now. It pisses you off, but turns you on even more.

“Okay! You turn me on, I need you inside of me, please John.” He jerks his scrubs and boxers down in a swift motion, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Tell me more.” He whispers, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit.

“I get myself off to the thought of you fucking me. You make me crazy, especially when you run that fucking mouth of yours.” He could listen to you talk like this all night, but he knows before long if they haven’t already that the nurses are gonna wonder where you two are. You feel him push himself inside of you, stretching you out. He covers your mouth as you let out a loud gasp.

“Fuck. You are tight.” He groans out, slowly moving inside of you. You hadn’t been with many men, and never someone the size of Shen. It takes you a minute to adjust, which he notices. Still moving slowly, he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head and picks up the pace. “Did you ever think this would happen? Fucking your attending in the on call room?”

“No. No- I just thought it would stay a fantasy.” He runs his fingers through your hair, grasping it tightly but not enough to bring you any pain.

“I didn’t either. Since the day I saw you, I’ve wondered what it would feel like.” His fingers touching your clit gently, rubbing circles slowly. “How my cock would fit in you, what your face would look like while I fuck you.” It’s all too much. The way he feels inside you, the words he speaks. You feel your face heat up, your stomach burning.

“John.” You start, feeling his hand slide toward your neck. He picks up his pace, slamming into you. If no one heard anything before, you were certain they’d hear the bed hitting the wall.

“Mostly, I’ve wondered how you’d sound cumming for me. That’s what I get off to.”

“Holy fucking shit.” You whisper out. Before you can scream, letting the orgasm take you over completely. You feel his hand covering your mouth, applying force so that you and him are the only two that can her how undone you’ve come because of him.

“Let it out, that’s it. Maybe I should move my hand and let everyone hear how you scream my name.” The muffled ‘fucks’ leaving your lips, unheard by anyone but you two. You feel your body trembling, tears forming in your eyes. Not from pain, not from shame but from sheer pleasure. Once he notices that the best part has come and gone, he removes his hand. He looks at your fucked out face, still seeing pleasure run across your face as he continues slamming into your sensitive cunt. He slams his lips onto yours one more time before pulling away.

“You want me to let you walk out of here filled up with me?” You smirk, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in close.

“Please.” You whisper out, it’s all he needs to hear before he releases himself into you.

“Fuck.” He moans out, finishing his orgasm shortly after you. He pulls out of you, lying down beside you trying to catch his breath. Before either of you can speak a word, your pagers are going off and you hear ‘STROKE ALERT ETA 10 MINUTES’ echo through the walls. He jumps up, pulling his scrubs back on.

“Find your stuff and get out there.” He says, you sigh as you turn to go on the hunt for your underwear and scrub bottoms.

“We can talk about it later.” You feel your heart flutter as you give him a quick smile before he shuts the door.

So much for a quiet night.

[storkmuffin]

J'accuse 1N2D!

I watched this episode of the 1N2D Studio K episode for Ateez from 2024.6.2 (almost exactly a year ago) for the first time because I'm excited about the next one in 7 days. And I was really shocked actually by how gratuitous the bias servicing was, clearly shaped around what has to have been a single person's preferences. I really hope they fixed the unbalanced stanning problem, and also the nasty Anti-Mingi bent. What I saw completely offended my sense of fair play, even though I agree San looked and behaved gorgeously during the whole show. There's gotta be some OBJECTIVITY, you know??

1N2D's bias is San.

It starts with the thumbnail for this content: San is the most important one, with obligatory Woosan maybe for the foreign fans, then come Yeosang, with Jongho as an honorary mention because he did extremely well in the K-Drama related portion of the first half.

During announcement of the premise of this two episode arc, we immediately devolve into biased editorializing. Just ultra biased coverage. San reads out the mission sheet. He looks nice, they all do, and he does a very solid job of work, because Ateez always deliver. But the caption says: Yes, My Prince ^^ and addresses only San.

There's no reason for this other than the editrix is a San bias. He didn't say it in a princely way or anything, and purely from an objective aesthetic point of view (stfu, I am warning you) the faces on either side of him are just as princely so this is just HER.

They all have to pick a card at random. One thing I will say about San though - he knows how to bring out the noona in every Korean woman. I've never seen a man more willing to ask women for instructions. It's very endearing. He does it a couple times this one episode. None of the others think to do this, and I suspect it wouldn't work as well if it wasn't San. The problem is the commentary that follows sweet angelic San softly asking what he should pick. The white writing says: Oh gosh, almost gave him the secret number! That is not what happens in the filmed content. The 1N2D staff were not about to do that whatsoever.

A little later, the editor also adds, in that little lacey doiley box, "How does he look so princely just confirming the contents of the envelope?"

We used to have a royal family (long tragic history, look it up, There was once a country called Korea etc) and I assure you, none of them looked anything remotely like San, so this is unmotivated by fact.

So, if she did this for everyone, I wouldn't mind so much, you know? The whole point of this content is to promote the band, and to promote the show by making content the fans of the band will like.

But absolutely nobody else gets this treatment other than San. He is getting the most luxurious participation prizes of all time. In yellow text it says, The greatest mountain (san) among mountains (san) is Choi San (OMG woman get a grip, for fuck's sake).

She really, really wants anyone and everyone watching to know who this guy is. In pink, it literally says: My Name Is San. (Heart). This is completely unmotivated by anything happening in the show itself. They're playing a game of muffled telephone, and once each member 'passed on' the information to the next guy, they all goofed off and danced to whatever song they played. Nobody else got this THIS ONE IS SAN, REMEMBER THAT HE'S SAN, REMEMBER THIS NAME SAN treatment.

San gets the most number of solo shots while dancing around to the songs they're piping into his headphones, even though all of them are doing it.

She even lingers a really long time on San just kind of zoning out to say, We shall take this time to appreciate Maestro San before moving on. The song he's listening to - that they're all listening to! - is Mestro. But it's only San who gets this treatment. San doesn't even dance all out, because that would've been disruptive to the flow of the show when all he was really doing was waiting in standby, but she adds "Deja Vu Cooked Up For You By Sannie~!"

One of the phrases that the members have to successfully pass down the chain, using only the shape of their lips and limited description, is the whole 상견례빠꾸 thing. The joke is that given the rough-and-tumble, sexy-and-wild concepts that Ateez perform, and the fact that while very handsome down to the last man, they actually look and present themselves as young men rather than permanently boys, and usually very masculine rather than androgynous, they're considered a bit frightening. Can't take him home to Mom, basically.

Sannie doesn't like this, so he pouts. Next to his face, the writing says:: Beak of Offense. And in brackets it reads "Actual Ateez has 0 Attack Power." They're harmless, in other words. This is a message that the members themselves push. So that's fine.

What is not fine, is this shit:

Naur! Our Sannie is Free-Pass = The Ideal Son In Law On Sight! (heart)

NONE OF THE OTHERS ARE SHOWN. IT'S JUST SANNIE THAT'S THE IDEAL SON IN LAW. This is an apology by the San Stan editor to Sannie for putting him through this. He's also the only member who gets called by a cute nickname (Sannie) like this throughout episode 1.

Later, when they get on the yacht, there's yet another gratuitous San-bias moment: Where's The Good Kitty Going? is what it says.

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

1N2D's Wrecker is Yunho

The Gem-Like Beauty of Yunho That Conquers All

Lady. You need to get a grip. I'm a Yunho bias and ... no it isn't. I mean he's lovely, he really is, but come on.

The Bright Smile of Healthy Teeth.

Your Existence Itself Is the Right Answer!

She temporarily even demotes these three to just be extras in awe of the great Jeong Yunho:

Jeong Yunho nails acting!

Everyone, it's time to Ekangmo (Yeosang not in the shot).

The Authority of Aburasoba. The Lord of Aburasoba Appears.

At one point the hint is Minions, and they all decide that Banana (said minion style ) the way to go, but Yunho is the only one who gets this really cute superprivileged edit that says 'banana' behind him.

Much fewer than San, to be sure, because merely a wrecker and not a bias, but he also gets a nice close up with a flattering or useful comment (this one says "I love you Atiny") during the goof-off while playing telephone moment:

And the kicker:

I don't understand why I can see this for free and yet have to pay for plastic bags at the convenience store.

And honestly honestly? Yunho didn't even look his best this day. The glasses didn't work to highlight his face under the outdoor lighting conditions nor with the lens and angles they were using. But, you know, this editor did not care about that. She had her wrecker privilege goggles on.

Wrecker Runner Up is Yeosang

Oh Yeo-men (for Amen) (As in, he is God of Beauty).

Beauty bequested by God. (Well okay. Fair.)

San himself describes both Yunho and Yeosang as being "ideal Son in Law " types. But see, see, they don't really give Yeosang the glowing close up taken from somewhere else to back this up. At a very far distance, it says in brackets ('This is the one who has the ideal son in law face.)

A minor concession is made by saying "Accepted" (implied: By imagined mother in law).

Do you see what I mean?

But the one who got really, really done dirty was poor (suddenly cute to me) Mingi, and if this is how they often treated Mingi in the content that I did see, no wonder I took so long to come around to him. Because they really, really did him wrong.

Just one of many unkind cuts. So the subtitle makes it look like he said this, but he actually didn't. What he says is, "You promised you wouldn't laugh!" when he tries to deliver a tricky acting line, very sincerely, and the staffers clearly were charmed by Mingi, but the editorializing attributes this really awkward mixed-language sentence THAT HE DIDN'T SAY, which makes him seem angrily confrontational (the red font!), and pretentious by the adding the 'man' when it's very clear that all the content-related staffers on the production side of the camera are women. The hell?

Poor Mingi. He looks so handsome, the glasses styling looks much better on him than you know who, and his suit fit is terrific, but he's just stomped on by this San bias editrix the entire episode! I wonder if Mingi-biased were really mad about it, or just took it in stride?

[tsukilunatic]

HI CUTIE im here to bother you with some thoughts (and also shoot my shot to be bestest of moots).

getting high and needy with xikers......... im insane. i literally cannot do this i can just imagine yujun all giggly and it makes me want to eat him in one bite

— bluey (aka tmrwsuns just in case)

a/n: blue let's be besties plz plz plz plz plz. also i've never smoked anything other than cigarettes so. take all this with a grain of salt plz idfk what im talking abt. (also everyone else go check out blue's page @tmrwsuns if u haven't already. this is a threat!!)

✦ high!xikers hcs...

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w. nsfw content! drug use, obviously (just weed! don't do hard drugs plz!). i just let myself write silly little ideas so it's kinda messy. also im a firm believer in emo seeun so there's that too. everyone's just... needy and messy. (aka my favorite!) // wc. 1.6k

✦minjae

i love love love the idea of horny and sleepy minjae. like he's actively melting into the couch but he's also making grabby hands at you. he just wants you close to him, like he becomes such a cuddlebug when he's stoned (not to say that he isn't one most of the time). like you get up to grab a glass of water and he's clinging to your hand like "where are you goinggggggg??" just so clingy. and he uses his clinginess against you, too. like he thinks he's being sneaky when he asks for cuddles so he can spoon you... with the ulterior motive of grinding against you. he's leaving little kisses on your neck and grinding into your ass but acting innocent about it. you ask him what he's doing and he's says something like "i'm just hugging my girl..." even if he's literally pulling your sweats off as he says it.

✦junmin

so fucking clingy??? he doesn't know what the hell is going on but he thinks ur pretty and that's enough for him. like he loses all self-awareness when he's stoned and just can't stop staring at you. and if you manage to slip away while he isn't looking he'll immediately get up to go look for you like the little puppy he is. like hugging you from behind and just... not letting you go. i especially like the idea of high junmin who does not know how to be discreet. like you're hanging out with a group of people and he'll find you and be like "baby... we should go... need you..." like, sir, i was in the middle of a conversation??? and he's visibly hard and just does not care that you were talking to somebody.

✦sumin

sleepy sumin!!! and no matter what, you have to join him for his nap. if he pulls you to bed and you're not sleepy he'll let you watch a movie or something, but he's a little bit evil, so he uses the movie as a distraction to get you all needy for him. like he ignores the movie completely in favor of tiring you out so you'll nap with him. i just think. sleepy, messy, high sumin who loves eating you out. usually he'd be more focused on your reactions, making you cum, etc. but when he's blazed he's just... having fun. like he's literally making out with your cunt just because he wants to... yeah...

✦jinsik

hear me out. jinsik who gets horny from smoking weed, but doesn't realize he's horny because of the weed. like you're just hanging out, having a sesh, maybe watching a movie. and he feels like such a perv because he's so hard he's literally leaking precum. meanwhile you're totally oblivious, yapping about whatever movie you're watching. and he's too shy to bring it up so he just sits there. uncomfortable. for way too long. until eventually, he decides to palm himself to ease the feeling a little. but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't wanna distract you from your rant, so he's just quietly grinding into his own hand, trying not to moan out loud. and he gets all shy when you notice, just shrugging when you ask him how long he's been needy for. maybe this is me just being a jinsik lover, but giving high!jinsik head...... yeah. like he'd be so verbal and he'd babble and moan way more than usual because he's kind of thrown his sense out the window, and all he can focus on is how good you're making him feel. saying some shit like "don't stop... angel... feels so good, angel..." (send HELP)

✦hyunwoo

yapper hyunu who won't stop talking about how much he needs you. like he's such a yapper to the point where unless you're kissing him or he's eating you out... he's talking. dropping L-bombs left and right, too. and you could get him to confess to anything when he's all messy like this. like you could ask him about any of his sexual fantasies and he'd explain everything in extreme detail to you. i imagine he'd start out tame, saying "i like your lipstick today, honey..." and that would gradually escalate into "i can't stop thinking about your lips around my cock..." and when he actually does fuck you it's even worse, because he'd say all the things he's usually a little too shy to say. just... fully rambling like, "you're so wet for me... you always take me so well. god, you were made for me, weren't you? can't believe how perfect you are... my little slut... you like it when i call you a slut, don't you?" and so on and so forth forever (or until you both pass out).

✦junghoon

lemme paint you a picture of stoned junghoon: imagine normal junghoonーstraight face, quietly nestled into the corner of the couch. and that's it; that's high!junghoon. he looks like he's just a little dazed and maybe a little sleepy, but actually! he's half bricked having a full lucid wet dream about you despite you sitting literally right in front of him. like he doesn't mean to, but his brain is all fuzzy and all he can do right now is imagine you riding him. maybe fingering you while you suck him off,, either way, he doesn't really say anything. you have to realize he's hard and do something about it, otherwise he's just gonna sit there until he sobers up enough to think to make a move on you. or you could just notice he's hard and he'd let you do whatever you want to him.

✦seeun

my little meow meow seeun is so insecure and needy when he's high. he's just a clingy little guy and i usually hc him as pretty jealous, so high!seeun is also... pretty jealous. the difference is that normal seeun is jealous and pissy but stoned seeun gets a little sad and insecure when he's jealous. if you paid too much attention to someone else (or literally anything else aside from him) he would kiss up your neck and whine about how you're not giving him enough attention. he'd corner you and maybe pin you against the wall, tugging at your clothes and whining saying something like "you love me, don't you?" or "let me show you how much i need you..." because... he's just a needy guy. (he's kinda emo in general tho, so idk maybe giving him weed isn't the best idea.)

✦yujun

giggly yujun!!! he's just so sweet and yeah he doesn't really know what you're yapping about but he thinks you're cute and he's got the giggles!! he's a giggly boy!! just all smiles and giggles because he thinks literally everything is funny when he's stoned. not to be horny for subby!xikers but... i do think yujun is more open to subbing when he's stoned. he's just generally more squishy and pliable when he's high, like he'd probably let you do literally whatever you want to him. i think he'd like it if you made a mess of him, too. make him cum in his pants or make out with him until he's covered in spit and his lips are all pink and puffy. he's a lot more whiny when he's high, too! saying stuff like "mmm... can i put it in your mouth? please?" which isn't something i'd see him saying when he's sober so it's extra yummy.

✦hunter

i think hunter, being the big eater he is, gets the munchies when he's high. he usually prefers to eat somewhat healthy when he can, but when he's high he just throws that mentality out the window to go get fast food with you. i like the idea of sitting on the balcony, just basking in the cool night air, and having a midnight snack with hunter. just... the chillest atmosphere. i also like the idea of hunter pulling you onto his lap while you're sitting out there. partially because he wants you to be close to him, but also because he knows how horny you get when you're stoned. he knows that pulling you onto his lap will 100% end up in you grinding into him, whining for some friction. he'd tease you about it too, feigning innocent like "stop squirming so much, princess," purposely calling you princess too, because it's a name he kind of only calls you in bed. honestly... he might fuck you out on that balcony... like it's definitely not something he'd usually do, what with the sliding doors being made of glass and all... but if it was late enough at night and if hunter was stoned enough... he might. ("you think you can stay quiet for me, princess?")

✦yechan

giggly yechan!!! someone sent me an ask about play fighting with yechan and i just think. the happy little puppy energy is so off the charts here. like he's so giggly and so so so obsessed with you. also, he's a YAPPER. like... maybe not as bad as hyunwoo, because hyunwoo doesn't realize he's a yapper. but yechan does it specifically to annoy you. because he knows that if he talks enough you'll try and shut him up by kissing him. or, if he annoys you enough you might just try to punish him, which is even better. how could you punish him? well... you could sit on his face. which isn't really a punishment (in fact, it's kind of a reward for yechan...) but it would get him to shut up nontheless. or... you could touch yourself in front of him and not let him touch you... which is a pretty severe punishment for yechan (aka theeeee body worshipper), but it definitely would not shut him up. in fact, it might make him want to annoy you even more! ("i'm sorry i was being annoying, i know, i'm sorry, but pleaseeeee let me eat you out, i'll be good i promise, pleaseeee, please, please, pleaseー")

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[parkjihoonswifey]

Sieun and male reader teaching him about relationships PLEASE

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE! (yes I am a part). this is also really short but it's been in the requests for some time and it's pride month so yay!

Title: Something They Don't Teach In Books

Pairings: Yeon Si-eun x Male! Reader

Warnings: None I think

Yeon Si-eun was brilliant—unshakably calm, razor-sharp, and calculating. The kind of guy who could dismantle someone with a single glance or a well-timed move. But when it came to relationships, real ones—emotional ones—he was almost comically lost.

And that’s exactly what made you stay.

It started with study sessions. Then evolved into sitting next to each other during lunch. After a while, you started walking home together. He never asked for it. He just got used to it, like how he got used to carrying bandages or sizing up on clothes he knew you'd steal. You were never a threat. That confused him more than anything.

His bullies were ecstatic. the term "gay" or "sissy" or even slurs were added into their daily bickering. You'd always stand up for him— telling them to fuck off or that they were the gay ones, and he'd always say you were just making it worse.

It was true though. You were gay, and you'd been hoping he was too. Because the way he looked at you—like you were his—had you ready to risk it all.

You be with him everywhere. From the gym—where he shamelessly admired your workout, to his house—where you shamelessly admired his focus, the way his pen moved across his paper as his world silenced into study.

One chilly evening, the two of you sat in his room, floor scattered with open textbooks and uncapped pens. You'd been helping him understand literature—ironic, considering he's way smarter than you. He tapped a line from the book you'd assigned for him to annotate.

"Love is an equation with no formula?" he repeated the words written. He blinked at it like it personally offended him.

“This line makes no sense,” he said flatly, turning to look at you. “Why would someone write that? Equations always have formulas.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, but people aren’t math, Si-eun. Relationships don’t follow rules.”

He leaned back, expression unreadable. His voice came out slowly, questioning if he should ask. “Then how do you know if you’re doing it right?”

You paused. His voice was so quiet—like he didn’t really want to hear the answer unless it came from you.

“You don’t,” you said honestly. “You learn. You try. You mess up. And if it’s with the right person, they’ll be patient while you figure it out.”

He looked down at his hands. You watched the way his fingers tightened together, like he was trying to hold a thought still. You eyes searched his avoidant ones for a hint.

“Is that what you’re doing?” he asked without looking up. “Being patient with me?”

Your chest ached at how small his voice sounded, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him—embrace him and a strong tight hold.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Because you’re worth it.” That made him flinch, like the words stung. You reached over, slowly, giving him time to pull away. He didn’t. Your fingers grazed his knuckles. Is he? is he really?

“Do you want to try?” you asked. “Learning what a relationship is—with me?”

He looked up at you then, eyes sharp—but there was something else, too. Vulnerability. Fear. Hope. His walls were up, but for once, there was a door.

He nodded. Just once.

You smiled and gently took his hand. “Okay. Lesson one. You don’t have to know everything right away. You just have to be honest with me.”

He nodded again, this time a little steadier.

“Then lesson two,” he said quietly, “teach me how to be gay.”

You smiled to yourself.

"There is no way to 'be gay' ," You said, leaning in slowly. Your lips met in a shaky yet loving kiss, and every insult—every bad word, every slur, everyday of bullying—became worth it. You pull away with the same smile. His eye met yours with adoration, his lips parted.

"You just are."

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!! no matter what you are you are loved and celebrated by me. Ik I'm wayyy late but it's fine. I came out to my family during covid. They never judged me once and I even found out some other family members were lgbtq as well. If you're afraid to come out of the closet this is still your month even if you can't say it out loud. Those of you who can't come out for safety reasons I wish you the best and to overcome anything. As always let me know if you enjoyed this!

[thebrokengate]

I really just want to know what happened from the time between Arthur being kidnapped by the O'Driscolls and him escaping back to camp because it's just so... odd.

And you gotta imagine Colm too the moment he realizes what happened and that Arthur had to drag his half-dead ass all the way back to Dutch and still decided to ride with Dutch after all that, and just how funny it is to be him looking at this from the outside. Like Colm's whole plan was to use Arthur as bait to lure Dutch onto his turf so he could hand him and everyone else in, and yet however fucking long of a time that was passed and Arthur was the one who had to escape to safety instead of Dutch coming to save one of the people he supposedly cared about the most in this world. You just gotta imagine Colm putting all this together in his mind how much he overestimated Dutch's love for his fellow gang members and just sitting there like

And though I do have my own takes personally on what happened here, that it was less of an elaborate setup and more improvisation on Micah's part as this whole meet up was originally Pearson's idea when he ran into some O'Driscoll boys in town and heard they wanted peace, either way you slice it, even though nothing went right for any of the parties involved, it was an intelligent play on Micah's part to work the whole situation out in the way he did.

Putting Arthur in the position of sniper lulls him into a sense of security being on the outside of the meet up where he could protect them from above in case something did go wrong. This makes Arthur to go along with the plan a little more easily because it gives him some sense of control over everything that's happening.

Despite Micah's talk later in camp interactions that he thought the O'Driscolls would shoot him first, it's actually way more likely that they would go after the sniper first if they know there is one (we also see this later at Colm's hanging where he had someone positioned on a roof to shoot the rope and we take that person out first)... which they did as they saw Arthur coming in alongside Micah and Dutch from their vantage point on top of the hill, and then mysteriously not being there on the ground with them when Micah and Dutch arrived at the meeting spot. It's also likely that Colm and his boys realized Dutch would be suspicious of a peace talk and would set someone up to protect him from above, and luckily for Colm, that person just happened to be Arthur who they could easily jump given that he was alone. The work he would've had to do to get Arthur alone was diminished, but he did also probably realize how often Arthur gets ordered to stay behind or decides to stay behind on his own after a mission so he could've grabbed him then. Micah just made his job a little easier.

Regardless of the way things worked out, having Arthur as the sniper was in Micah's best interest. One, because if the O'Driscolls attacked, Arthur would most likely be toast first given that they realized they had a sniper on them. And two, because Arthur would be quickly able to remove the immediate danger in front of him and Dutch before anything would happen to him so having Arthur as their trusty sniper would save their asses. Even if things went right, they'd still have him as their extra layer of protection.

Micah putting himself in a position next to Dutch also subtly puts himself in the position of eventually becoming his right hand man. If the plan worked out, if Dutch saw that he was right, he would immediately be inclined to look to Micah for plans again and it would erase how wrong things went in Blackwater and it would give Dutch reason to more readily trust Micah's future ideas.

Regardless of his intentions and whether Micah just got lucky that Arthur was taken... if you call it luck for anyone involved because Colm didn't get what he wanted, nor did Micah get Arthur out of the picture, nor did Dutch participate in anything other than a complete waste of time, and poor Arthur went through hell and back... Micah did have some solid points before the meeting went down. The gang was so far in the shit at that point already with not just the O'Driscolls, but the Pinkertons, the Lemoyne Raiders, Cornwall's army, and the feud between the Grays and Braithwaites that at any point could turn against them, they really couldn't afford to be fighting on all those fronts. If we consider the peace talks between the VDL gang and O'Driscolls to not just be about Micah trying to remove Arthur from the equation, two strong gangs teaming up against everyone else would give them more of a chance of surviving than everyone against one gang. It's classic war strategies, having allies to help take down your enemies because nobody is safe going at it alone. There's power in numbers, especially with a gang like the O'Driscolls that was big and strong enough to take over most of Big Valley, which Micah knows about as he tells us this in the mission An American Pastoral Scene. It just would've been a smart move at the time, but much like the Grays and the Braithwaites, neither Dutch nor Colm could truly see past their feud enough to team up for protection, and this in part leads them to the eventual downfall of both of their gangs.

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I was originally going to leave these all in the tags but now I'm not since it still pertains to this post, so:

#and yes I totally agree with you that Micah wanted Arthur's role in the gang as an enforcer #I could write a whole essay about that too but I've rambled on long enough lmao #the gist of it though is it gives him a chance not only to keep his boot on the neck of people he doesn't like #but it also gives him better arrangements with the position and gave him Dutch's ear to do just about anything he wanted #Micah also mentions once to Arthur that he wanted a friend and drops lines about what his perfect gang would be #small but productive and powerful #and right at the end he ALMOST gets it #he has Dutch. he has this smaller gang of himself and Dutch and Bill and Javier and Cleet and Joe #I believe that was his real reason for ratting out to the Pinkertons because they were already coming after everyone at that point #so they would weed out the weakest people for him while he kept the strongest ones and ran #he leaves the Pinkertons to Arthur and John in the final fight and outright states that's what he's doing as he encourages Dutch to- #follow him out safely. he was starting to believe Dutch was now as ruthless as him and that he'd convinced him to be but we see it at- #Arthur's final words that Dutch couldn't be as he couldn't kill Arthur nor even Micah at the time and he walks away. in all this- #planning Micah unfortunately underestimated the value of loyalty to Dutch - desperately trying to convince him he never told the- #Pinkertons anything and/or that he wasn't going to sell Dutch out in multiple versions of the ending. and he also falsely believes Dutch- #could turn his back completely on his emotions and couldn't realize everything he did wrong and give up because of it #it's really tragic. anyway I basically just wrote the whole essay lmao but I have more reasons I believe this that I'll post another time

Going through RDR2 a second time and there's a few things I wanna point out about the Parlay Mission.

Notice how Arthur is ALREADY not trusting how this sounds? He's a guy who follows his gut I noticed and his face says it all. He don't like how this sounds and it sounds suspicious.(he was right)

Even Hosea confirming Arthur's suspicions out loud here.

Then Micah dismissing it casually. (Personally think it was a set up with Micah being a rat)

While Dutch in the end was the one who made the final call Micah still egged it on. Being a boot licker per say. Ignoring the advice from his best friend Hosea and his metoforical son Arthur.

Fact that Dutch and Micah say some stuff even in my first playthrough sounded kinda iffy, after playing it again I KNOW it's bullshit and the fact that Arthur argues against the shit they're sayin' claiming it's horseshit, Dutch claims it's disloyalty and not having faith. Part of being loyal is questioning folks and keeping people honest. That's Arthur for ya.

And despite the goal of grabbing Arthur I again feel was a set up possibility with Micah involved to get Arthur out of the picture.

But from how much time passed they'd be there by how to save Arthur. But they didn't. Dutch never showed up. If he noticed he was gone by my guess from how long Arthur has been out, a couple of days longer than normal (out of missions they are weirded out if you're gone longer than a day and a half, used to seeing drop offs then gone) then its kinda odd.

The then reaction from Dutch to me seems off. That he says that they just vanished and shrugged off leaving the fork road.

You would think this would make him suspicious but he didn't bother questioning it. Especially since the O'Driscolls were involved

This is foreshadowing to what he does later in the game.

Dutch didn't leave Arthur once. He didn't leave him twice.

HE LEFT HIM 3 TIMES.

And this is BEFORE his brain injury.

No matter how much Dutch apologized he still left Arthur.

And let's not forget to mention that Micah encouraged and coaxed this. Furthur leaning into my theory that Micah wanted ARTHUR'S position as gang enforcer. Which he later does get in a sense.

[serensama]

I think we're getting low on onions again...

Chapter 16:

Lucanis gets a little jealous. Crackish.

Rated: T Word Count: 3.1k

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Prompt 13 out of 25: Elek

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“Aww, isn’t that adorable?”

“Hmm?”

She was tapping her foot, waiting for him to answer her properly.

He didn’t even need to turn around to know that she had that insufferable, shit eating grin on her pretty face. Aimed at him. And deservedly so. It would have almost made sense for him to turn and see Spite right beside her, with the same stupid expression on his face, looking at him as if he were the world’s biggest idiot- and perhaps he was. Instead the demon was standing beside him, screaming into his ear about his biggest fuck up since believing that Illario was innocent at all.

“I told you, Luc, if you didn’t make it a little more obvious, that our darling leader wasn’t going to notice your sweet little hints. She’s almost as clueless as you are, that one,” Neve said, stepping beside him to watch the scene before them unfold, tutting her tongue in open disappointment at what was happening. “Seriously, you could have told her that the bag of salted water candies you ‘found in Antiva’ was specifically imported from Rivain from that particular seller she likes just because she mentioned it once-”

“I just so happened to need some spices from a vendor close by-”

“Or that the time you brought her a cup of tea when she was poorly was just because you wanted to look after her, and not because you were giving one to everyone in the lighthouse… though granted, it was nice to get some random tea delivered to me out of your commitment to your deception-”

“I was being nice!”

“Or… you know… above all this- you could have just said, yes Rook, I do have feelings for you- please don’t date someone else,” she said pointedly, motioning toward the couple in front of them, laughing and chatting as if they weren’t even there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Neve, Rook is allowed to be with anyone she wants… she-she’s… nothing is happening between us!” he stammered, his cheeks feeling warm. Spite stared at him with a sneer that looked like he had just smelled something that offended his delicate sensibilities. “What?! What’s the matter with you then, Spite?”

He shook his head and crossed his arms in disappointment.

You lie. To Wisp Woman. To yourself. To Rook. You smell of burnt hair and incense. Trying to cover what you have destroyed.

He really fucking hated when Spite made sense.

Lucanis chanced another look at Rook as her hand brushed Elek’s bicep a third time in the last few minutes, although she was a naturally touchy person, she hadn’t even been that open with him. Always careful where she put her hands on him, never assured or relaxed, as she seemed with the criminal or anyone else, really. He had tried not to care, not to notice, but it was hard when it appeared wherever they went, there was someone instantly taken with her. Whether it was that Veil Jumper that she had met when they first met Strife and Irelin, Talin? Talith? Whenever they passed the camp, he was always there with a new trinket or flower he’d think she’d enjoy, and each time she accepted it with a soft smile and a press of her hand on his arm or his cheek with heartfelt thanks that made him grit his teeth together.

There was also that shopkeeper in the Hall of Valor. Oh, he knew his name alright. Mateo. Running around in shorts so short that they looked like he had stolen them from Naera and squeezed himself into them. Rivaini’s and their ridiculous armour, he’d never understand it. He was definitely angling for something more when Rook haggled with him for a better price on some new enchanted gear for their team, telling her that he’d love to join her in the Hall, “for old times’ sake”. What did that even mean? Were they an item before? Was he asking to be an item again?

Then his own brethren. Teia, the consummate flirt he wasn’t surprised by, she was probably doing it to get under Viago’s skin after another one of their legendary tiffs- but Neri was a surprise. Neri bloody de Acutis. He was old enough to be his uncle, and he was still proving he had more charisma than he did. And she was responding to it! Always forcing a detour so she could stop and talk to Neri, asking for his advice on how to hold different types of daggers and to regale her with some stories of his previous contracts. He could have done that. He was really good with daggers, she knew that.

But the worst of all of them, the one that irked him like no other, was Elek Tavor, little Dock Town shit. The man talked too much and seemed to say nothing at all at the same time. It was like bearing witness to his cousin courting her, and he wanted to be ill. Elek was too slick, too easy to banter with when he had only met her, already forming inside jokes with Rook after saying two words with her. The Thread member seemed to understand her better in three brief meetings than in the months he had been with her. Lucanis was tempted to say it was unfair, that he was so close to making his move… but he knew how ridiculous it was. Unfair? Who cared? The man did what he couldn’t, and now he had a chance to make Rook happier than she had ever been since the whole ‘end of the world thing’ started. His plans to cook paella and churros for their dinner to thank her for everything she had done for him, to show her how he felt about her, went up in smoke.

The Crow wondered if it was possible to get a contract drawn up post murder if he didn’t request payment for it. Like a community-sanctioned killing. A public service. Lucanis grumbled at himself and threw another foul look at Neve’s way, who laughed heartily as she folded some papers she purchased for Bellara and tucked them into her coat. She clapped him on the shoulder with a kind but pitying look on her face, her lips quirking to the side in an apologetic smile.

“Listen, I know it’s hard, but sometimes the people we love move on, and we just have to be happy about it. There’s no rhyme or reason why they do it-”

“You literally stood there and told Rook that Elek wanted to show her a good time, Neve.”

“Sometimes people mishear things, and want to blame and lash out at their friends-”

“Neve.”

The detective smiled sincerely and squeezed his shoulder in hollow comfort. “I just wanted to see someone make a move. Not stuck in this… whatever thing you two have… I didn’t think she’d say yes! Who the hell in their right mind would say yes to Elek?” she snorted, shaking her head. Lucanis gave her a flat stare and pointed at Elek and Rook, still laughing with each other, the Thread even throwing an arm around her shoulder as he waved his free hand in the air, painting a scene for some tall tale no doubt.

Lucanis groaned and turned around, eyes scanning the headlines for anything that would capture his attention so his mind would not wander back to the illogical feeling of betrayal he felt. Rook owed him nothing. She had put her life on the line time and again for him, and he’d given her nothing back but the vaguest almost kiss in the pantry. Nothing at all like the romance novels he had read, where the protagonist would boldly exclaim their feelings to their love interest- even the world - and he couldn’t muster up the conviction to admit to himself that he wanted her. Wanted to be with her. How could someone like that ever think of themselves as worthy to be with someone like Rook? Who wore her heart on her sleeve and was never afraid of anything… even when she should have been.

Rook was also afraid.

Lucanis frowned at Spite who was poking at the floating newspapers around his head.

What do you mean?

Rook was afraid each time you didn't say the words. She thought she'd never hear them from you.

What words?

Who knows, the demon shrugged, moving on to follow some kids playing with a cat, hissing back at it when it bared its teeth at him. But she was waiting. Since coffee with Cousin Crow.

...And she doesn’t wait anymore?

No. Heard her saying that she knew. Where Lucanis stood. Didn’t need to wait for you anymore.

Lucanis wanted to crumple down and plant his face on the hard wooden table as hard as he could. The only thing stopping him was the idea of an unscrupulous journalist happening upon him and seeing the next day’s headline reading, “Demon of Vyrantium, sleeping on the job” - yeah, Illario would just love that.

A high-pitched squeal helped chase away his gloomy thoughts, and he turned to see Rook and Neve holding hands like schoolgirls, giddy over the confession from their crush. She looked so happy, her smile from ear to ear, a rosy flush on her cheeks, and her golden eyes sparkling like he hadn’t seen since… well. Since they had returned from their little escapade into his mind, he had thought…

He was mistaken.

Apparently, she had seen all she needed to, and it was enough for her to realise that he was not meant to be the one she was meant to be with. Lucanis was actually happy for her, proud even. It was the smart choice. The right choice. Especially when someone else could make her glow like she was the sunrise, dancing around in skin to spread her warmth to the mortals below. He gripped the pommel of his sword tightly. He was never going to get over this by waxing poetic over her when it was too late. Spite returned and stood by Rook’s side, the demon’s off-putting gaze locked onto her as she bobbed excitedly on her heels and communicated with Neve in shrill squeaks that seemingly only women and dogs could understand.

“Soooo, what do we think?” Neve asked, moving side to side whilst still holding onto Rook’s hands in a weird dance to coax information out of her. “Are we good with this development? Are we happy? Do we approve?”

Lucanis’ ears perked up against his will; he couldn’t stop listening now that he had heard the question. Rook chuckled quietly and nodded, her grin growing even wider than before. He had never seen her that way. It hurt, but in the best way possible. If he couldn’t be the one to make her shine that way, he was happy there was someone out there who could. Still, it would not stop him from gathering the rest of the team to pay this ass a visit. He’d ensure Elek knew that whilst the Threads may have protected Dock Town, nothing could protect him from them if he decided to break her heart. Maybe they’d bring Manfred along and tell him that the skeleton was that of Naera’s last ex- Oh! Taash and Emmrich could use that to threaten him together and continue their bonding.

A sudden bump into his shoulder stopped him spiralling into elaborate fantasies of what he could do to the little criminal if ever given the opportunity, and he locked eyes with Rook, standing right beside him, bright eyes sparkling up at him like the most precious yellow diamonds. He got it. He, more than anyone, understood why people flocked to be at her side and wanted to be close to her.

“Isn’t it great?” she smiled up at him, delighted and pure. He wanted nothing but to lean down and just kiss her on the forehead or pick her up and fly somewhere else- far away-

Yes. We could. Should. Let’s go to Rivain. Rook is happiest in Rivain. Or in the pantry.

The pantry?

“...Lucanis? Are you alright? Is Spite making fun of me?”

Spite would never! Rook is my favourite!

Lucanis shook his head and tried to smile comfortingly. “No, he’s literally saying you’re his favourite. You may have offended him by thinking badly of him.”

Rook frowned and turned around, talking to the air directly beside Spite, who was still grinning at her. “Oh no, Spite honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to assume or be mean-”

“He’s having the time of his life, don’t worry about him.”

Lucanis. Is. Envious. Of. Spite.

“Well, so long as he’s fine,” she said, still beaming up at him and making his stomach flip when it shouldn’t. “But isn’t this wonderful? I’m so happy!” He nodded absentmindedly, a strained expression passing his handsome features. Rook caught it, because of course she did, and grabbed his hands. “Hey… It’s going to be okay. I know it’s not ideal, and it’s not what I expected either… but honestly, I think it’s for the best, you know?” she said so earnestly it felt like a dagger was plunged right into his sternum and jiggled about for maximum damage.

“If you say so, Rook,” was all he could manage.

Rook sighed and bit her lip, concern flooding her eyes. “Is there any reason why it’s not a good idea? I mean, yeah, I get it. He’s not the most upstanding citizen out there, but he’s not an inherently bad man. He’s kind, he’s funny, and he’s handsome-”

“Aim higher, Rook. You know you can aim higher than a basic decent person, right?” he snapped at her, instantly regretting the words as they fell from his lips.

She took a step back, confused. Where the hell had that come from?

“I apologise. I am… merely tired, it seems.”

She didn’t buy it.

“It’s alright if you’re not okay with it, Lucanis, I don’t expect everyone to understand or approve. But Elek’s really a great-”

“I’m sorry, Rook. Truly. But I do not want to hear how the man who has no scruples in lying to innocent people is such a stand-up guy.”

“Oh, from someone who murders people for a living?” she snapped back, fists on her hips. “None of us is perfect, Lucanis. I’m a glorified thief, you’re an assassin, and Elek is… Elek. But I’m not going to cast the first stone here. If Bellara seems happy enough to give him a chance, then I will support them. He even took the time to walk me through his date plans with her just now, how sweet is that? But don’t worry, he knows if he messes up Neve and I will rip his balls off and sell them as dog chews for a copper each!”

Spite… am I having a stroke?

… I do not know what that is. Is it fun?

Fuck.

Lucanis thought over the words five times, and each time he came to the same conclusion. It was not Rook that the man was after, but their other happy, chatty, elven mage. He started laughing, laughing at himself and the incredulity of the scenario, his readiness to jump into the five stages of grief at the loss of a relationship that never was but still could be. Rook pressed her hand onto his forehead to check he wasn’t running a temperature, and it made him laugh even harder.

Rook is scared for you right now.

I’m going to kill you, Spite; you told me that she gave up on me, tired of waiting for me.

Did not. Said that she knew where you stood. Wasn’t waiting for you, because she knew you felt the same already. Finally.

… You couldn’t have elaborated that a little more?

Not Spite’s fault, Lucanis can’t understand. Stop assuming. Talk. Ask. Say the things you want to say. Besides. Wisp Woman was the tricky one this time.

He really. Really. Hated when Spite made sense.

Lucanis pulled her hand from his head and placed a kiss on the back of it as thanks for her concern, not missing the way her eyes widened at the action or how she couldn’t stop staring at his lips. “You are right, Rook. I should give him a chance. As you said- none of us are perfect-”

“Except me, of course,” Neve piped in, perched on the newspaper vendor’s table, watching the entire scene play out like her personal serial come to life.

“Of course, darling,” Rook agreed instantly. “No one else less than perfect could make that coaster hat look good.”

“For the last time, Rook, it’s not a bloody coaster-”

Lucanis stood between the two bickering women and chuckled to himself. All that time, he was worried about everyone catching her eye, but she had her sights firmly set on him. It was enough to get to a man’s head, if he were the type to let it. Patting the tabletop as he put his plan in order, he turned to face Rook, who was professing her undying fealty to a new religion they were planning, with Neve being the central deity of perfection. There would be a weekly diet of fried fish and poorly made tepid bean water for the masses-

“Say, Rook… I need to go to Treviso to pick up some items for dinner tonight. Just some seafood and maybe some chocolate-”

“You had me at chocolate, Dellamorte,” she quipped, hooking her arm into his playfully.

“Good to know,” he replied, in a voice he recognised as the same he used with her in the pantry.

She does too. She has some of her best memories in the pantry.

“Did you want to join us, Neve?” Rook asked, only to be pulled along by Lucanis, not bothering to wait for her response. Even though he was grateful for her intercession, it did not mean he wasn't still pissed off with her.

“Don’t you worry about me, Rook,” she chimed, amusement dripping from her tone. “I’ve got some things to work on here; I’ll meet you at the Lighthouse later.”

Wisp Woman is laughing at you, Lucanis.

She’s allowed to.

But she seems… happy for you. Are you happy, Lucanis?

Lucanis smiled, looking out at Rook from the corner of his eye. She was warm, bright and still holding onto his arm like she had always belonged there. They were off to Treviso to shop together, and for once, maybe he would understand what it would feel like for other people to look at him and feel envious because the woman they all wanted, was staring right back at him.

Yes, Spite. I am.

[chihiro-mcdonaldz]

Hi! Is there any non-canon death order you think about or even have whole aus on? If that makes sense

"one last post before I go to bed!!" I say as I click the post button 5 more times after telling myself that /j

(long tetro au yap and doomed yaoi hirojima under cut)

ok but actually this is a really fun ask!! just earlier I was thinking about what would've happened if ojima never stopped hiroaki from killing himself. think about how interesting of a trial that would be

it makes me wonder if ojima would gather everyone, or if he would disassociate until the trial. I think it'd be interesting if someone (probably tamba, we all know how skewed her trial theories can be) accused him, since he found the body. I feel like it'd be really interesting to see an ojima breakdown, not as the blackened, but moreso just explaining him finding the body and then presenting the suicide note as evidence

this would also be fun because it could potentially lead to ojima being the chapter 5 culprit, similar to how hasegawa sort of gave up and caved in after kamimura died. hiroaki's death would take place in chapter 3, which would follow the same timeline, technically

I also like to wonder of a sub plot during this au (totally not just the okazaki obsession), if okazaki would be more restless. I mean, we all know she was planning on killing, and if she didn't get to do it during chapter 3, I feel like it'd be like "well fuck what do I do now?"

I also feel like chapter 4 would look a lot more different. we'd have a completely different lineup assuming chapters 1 and 2 were the same. our current list is hasegawa, kamimura, tsuno, okazaki, wada, ojima, tamba, watari, hama, Hayashi, and yanagi

i feel like in a completely separate au, it'd be interesting to see if the chapter 3 plot could fall in chapter 4, but at the same time, I think wada would die in chapter 4, if the death list didn't stay the same. part of me wants to completely lean into the wada and okazaki rivalry (guys I think she likes okazaki, idk..) but also I feel like it would make more sense for chapter 4 to play out the same.

now.. chapter 5?? HOLY CRASHOUT. (that motive was unnecessarily brutal holy shit) ok since we wouldn't have watari and hama anymore, our current living students would be hasegawa, kamimura, tsuno, okazaki, wada, ojima, tamba, Hayashi, and yanagi.

now idk about you but I feel like it would be pretty on brand for yanagi and tsuno to try and comfort everyone during such a tough motive, and everyone DEFINITELY included ojima.. ojima would NOT be doing well during this, and would probably follow a similar path to hasegawa and isolate a little.

I feel like hasegawa and ojima wouldn't have similar cases in any way, but I feel like ojima would maybe plot a little.. I feel like in this bad of a mental state, it wouldn't be too far off the bat to "accidentally disassociate and prep for a murder". I feel like if he was walking somewhere that wasn't the usual, if someone questioned him it could easily just go with no response and be written off, yk?? I feel like he could probably poison someone pretty easily.

think about it. tsuno goes "oh lemme do the dishes!" and then he goes "oh but you have so much work already, let me do it this once!" and then he "does the dishes" and drips/sprinkles poison on a dish. once this is done, he can specfically hide that dish so no one accidentally uses it. he can also do this with another dish, which would have sleeping meds instead.

now, say he's "randomly cooking something"? using that specific dish that has the poison in/on it. someone else happens to come in, and he offers them food. first victim, down. (I personally imagine this would be yanagi, but it could be anyone really)

now for the second victim.. what's a better way than to fabricate an alibi? say that he makes food for someone else (let's use tamba as an example) with the sleep aid. they could "hang out" until she eventually falls asleep with him. all he has to do is go and kill another person (tsuno is who I'm thinking in this version) quickly before tamba wakes up. go back to the sleeping tamba and wait for her to wake up like nothing ever happened! (I personally am imagining him covering himself with cloth and then stabbing her and discarding the cloth but yk)

once both bodies are found, then we can trial and stuff and then basically another slight breakdown..? moreso just like "well I lost hiroaki and now I don't have any reason to keep going" and stuff

it was also intentional to keep mai alive in this au because in the original, it was yanagi who lost mai in chapter 5, so it's like a reverse role thing 🫠 oh how I love angst

so yeah that's my thoughts lmk if you want more on it

[voidsentprinces]

Just as a disclaimer for anyone new to here, I am asexual or at least on the gray spectrum. I think I might be a semi-aro variety where my affections are highly limited, I have very little interest in having sex with others, I am officially 10 years out from the last time I've had sex and I don't see any need to go out of my way to pursuit a partner or that sort of activity. I still occasionally think about it but whatever. That being the case, I am not going to yuck anyone's yum but also anything in nature that can be taken in that sort of nature is for someone else.

I do not care for Zenos. He is a bland character made a poster boy for Endwalker to sell copies. And spends 98% of the entire plot from Post-Heavensward to Endwalker sitting around and doing nothing. Only existing to push the plot forward when the writer has themselves in a corner. He is the Pyramid Head. He is a reflection of us, exaggerated or exasperated to make a point about us. That enough of the fandom clung onto that Square now thinks he needed to make a cameo everywhere. I can take or leave Zenos.

Will that stop me from posting a tasteful picture of Zenos? No. Because when I see a post, I know at least one of my followers might like? I post it.

My policy is that if it makes me uncomfortable or if it isn't for me. It doesn't mean it can't be for one of my followers or mutuals.

I have no stake in the shipping wars. I am also just kind of lukewarm on Aymeric. Most of the Scions are just okay, but like Will, Elizabeth, and Jack in the Pirates of the Caribbean (one day I will spell caribbean correctly) series. Its funner to see them as an ensemble of personalities bouncing off one another than taking them as alone.

Will that stop me from posting Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola, Tataru, etc. stuff when I know it might ignite or inspire someone who follows me? Nah. I will drop Urianger slowly removing his robe while dipping into an onsen, cause I know at least three people would love to see him in that light.

But its my blog, I hear you say? What is the stuff I post for me? That stuff is the stuff my brain has decided to hyperfocus on. Which is a laundry list of topics with little to no coherency. Broken up by the Laughing Pelicans that mock me in my sleep. A charcuterie board of interests with no rhyme or particular reason. That a pelican sits on occasionally.

I do not feel I am gay in the regard that I do not particularly care for men in that manner. I do not feel I am bi or pansexual in liking both men and women in any such manner. While I lean more towards women, there are some great looking guys. But it is all from an aesthetic stand point. Distant and removed and artistically appreciated of the human form rather than a sexual attraction stand point. Relationships, sex, and attraction to me all sound good on paper but never have I enjoyed it in execution. If that makes sense? I do not care for the subject, but as sex, gender, etc. is hard coded into the living experience and is not strictly a human one. It would behoove me to deny something from someone who is represented by such things.

So I post spicy things occasionally for them and them alone to enjoy.

So no, this is not technically a FFXIV blog. It is a potluck of random interests that just so happens to be enjoying FFXIV as a sort of lynchpin at the moment. Tomorrow I could get really fucking into...I dunno. Hello Kitty Island Adventure and that'll be the lynch pin.

[smartzelda]

Sometimes it's frustrating having worked in video game retail and knowing anything about game/console prices and deals watching people just. Say things online

"Look at this nintendo add for the SNES you could get the console and super mario world for like $100! Companies never do that anymore they're so greedy hahaha"

Yes, companies still bundle consoles with games. And yes, often this means the games come at a reduced price. (Mario Kart World for Switch 2 is $50 in the bundle versus the $80 for physical. When Gamestop was bundling games and controllers with new ps5s to keep away scalpers in like 2022, the games included often would be discounted between $10 and $20 for that bundle.)

Don't get me wrong. Of course less than $200 for a console and a first party game would be swell these days BUT. When you decided to get up in arms over prices these days, did you adjust for inflation? (Because like. It's one thing if the new console you're doing comparisons with the old one is much more expensive even when factoring in inflation. But also like some of those old consoles adjusted for inflation are worth about the same if not more than a switch 2, then it's like...okay? At that point the prices aren't the problem. The root issue is the companies not paying you in accordance with rising inflation.)

Believe it or not YES. Nintendo still does console deals where you can buy their most recent home console with a first party game added in for free! (Listen to me. Listen. In 2021 and 2022 for Christmas it was possible to walk into a video game store and buy a $300 switch bundle that included Mario Kart 8 deluxe and like 3 months free Nintendo Online. In like 2022/2023 for Christmas they also did $350 switch oled bundles that included Mario Kart 8 deluxe and 3 months nintendo online for free. The price of a console for a $60 video game and 3 months of the online service. This isn't some mythic business practice that stopped happening in like 2005 or something. I promise.)

Yes obviously the companies are greedy. They use deals to pull you in to get you to spend more than you expected. They also often have more sales than you're even aware of because they benefit more from people paying full price. They underpay people and they use whatever excuses needed oftentimes to raise prices to keep that profit rising. But it does no one any real good other than allow people to get pissed off to lie or assume things which aren't true. There are so many reasons to dislike companies (esp. Nintendo), you don't need to rely on acting like things used to be so much better in cases that they're not, or treating things that are industry wide standards/issues as something one company is the sole perpetrator of.

Moral of the story, maybe perhaps like do a bit a research instead of assuming whatever thing that pisses you off greatly is 100% true, and direct your ire in the right direction. Ground yourself emotionally and mentally, know what's going on. Be pissed at corporations. You're allowed to be fuckin pissed at corporations. Just please know what tf you're talking about and what exactly the root issue is

[talentforlying]

and while i have briefly mentioned the 2019 run and dead in america in the same breath: constantine being told the tulpa!constantine had his laugh when it was torturing a friend. looking at noah with blood on his knuckles and recognizing his own smile. being told he's categorically to blame for noah becoming damned.

in hellblazer: constantine being told he's his father's son. looking identical to his father. recognizing something of himself in the family man who killed his father, who also reminded him of his father. the demon constantine being A Whole Thing in and of itself. the rosacarnis children, his blood, being the cause of his sister's death.

constantine repeatedly being given cause to associate his own joy with evil, his own face with monsters, his own blood with damnation. again, and again, and again.

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

double, triple, quadrupling-down, even, on being a shauna shipman defender. the more evil she is in the show the happier i get idgaf that's my girl

[coquelicoq]

most of the things about the main couple in blossom i could take or leave but i do love the recurring bit where she's doing something he interprets as foreplay and he's just sitting there quietly getting turned on and savoring the anticipation waiting for her to escalate and then it's revealed that she was leading up to something totally else the whole time and has no idea why it's taking him so long to react to whatever it is she's doing. like hellooooo earth to yantang i just revealed my secret that you've been dying for me to tell you for months and it's that i can see the future as you can see here from the red string conspiracy board i have stitched onto my inner robe. you should be overjoyed to have finally been let in on the secret! chuckling awkwardly is not a reasonable response to this information. but for yantang it's like. My Wedding Night and my wife starts taking off her clothes and tells me she has something to show me she's never shown anyone before and it turns out to be Not Her Naked Body. so he's gonna need a minute to recalibrate.