#something about watchers and doing things he didn’t want to

[cybershock24601]

The Rookanis brainworms got me again bc I’ve gone from wouldn’t it be funny if my Rook and Lucanis crossed paths for a moment before Veilguard and never realized it to formulating a whole au where Rook and Lucanis had a long distance friendship that just started to turn into something more right before Rook gets kicked out of the mourn watch and Lucanis gets stuck in the Ossuary. Rook writes like three letters to try and make extra sure that Lucanis knows what happened and that she’s going to be traveling and likely won’t be able to get any letters but she will write when she’s able to so she’s not super concerned when she doesn’t hear anything from him even if she does have a lot of anxiety about the situation she’s doing her best to bury because sure they’re both busy but surely Lucanis would try to get at least one letter to her, she did tell him that he could always leave a message with Myrna and Vorgoth to pass on, why hasn’t he sent her anything??

Meanwhile Lucanis is imprisoned in the Ossuary and all of Watcher Rook’s babbling about spirits had made it easier to deal with Spite but it’s still a very shitty situation. Spite’s probably even more fixated on Rook in this au because Lucanis wants to get out for a lot of reasons and see his family too but Rook’s probably the only person Lucanis wants to see again that he doesn’t have a lot of complicated emotions about because sure the whole long distance thing isn’t a neat situation, Rook doesn’t come with the same sort of emotional baggage Caterina and Illario have.

Anyways, the events of Veilguard happen and Neve suggests they go recruit the Demon of Vyrantium and Rook’s like sure and hopes that while in Antiva she might get a chance to track down her wayward crow. Rook does not know that the famed Demon of Vyrantium is her crow because it’s not like Lucanis ever really told her exactly who he was in the Crows. Rook knew he was a crow, had a complicated relationship with his grandma and cousin, and that Lucanis tended to play a lot of things close to the chest but seeing as Rook is also from a pretty secretive organization, she was never really that bothered by it because it’s not like she doesn’t have her own secrets to keep. Rook may like Lucanis but it’s not like she’s going to be spilling the secrets of the Necropolis to him and assumes Lucanis is dealing with the same thing which for the most part is true. It’s also that Lucanis liked just being Lucanis with Rook rather than Lucanis Dellamorte, the Demon of Vyrantium and didn’t want things to change with Rook if he told her about what exactly his position in the Crows was. Honestly Rook probably wouldn’t have cared that much beyond hitting him with a ‘that’s rough buddy’ and probably encouraging him to try to say no to his grandmother more. (“Have you tried telling her no? It’s just two letters. One syllable. It shouldn’t be that hard to say!”)

Which is a good thing because when Rook goes to meet with the Crows she’s starting to put the pieces together pretty quickly about who Lucanis is to the crows once she meets the talons + Illario and is doing her best to play it cool. Rook’s attempts at composure are not helped by being hit with the double whammy of her kinda boyfriend is dead no wait actually he’s alive he’s just been in the hands of the Venitori for a year. Which is totally not going to give Rook a guilt complex about the fact that her bf has been presumed dead for year and Rook didn’t even know.

Neve and Harding who came along to recruit their assassin (because this is my au and I can have a four person party if I want) are definitely noticing something is up but don’t get a chance to pump answers out an unusually quiet Rook (a quiet Rook is never a good sign) before they find Lucanis and are witness to the most emotionally charged yet emotionally stunted reunion they’ve ever seen. Neve and Harding are definitely trading glances between them like ‘are you seeing this shit?!’ as Rook and Lucanis have the most awkward reunion ever.

Rook is dealing with a lot of new information at once and a lot of guilt over the fact that she didn’t know her boyfriend was supposedly dead and had just been worried that maybe he didn’t like her anymore and would she ever have even found out what happened to Lucanis if she didn’t need his help to kill some ancient eleven gods? She’s even more guilty about the fact that he’s been trapped and tortured for a whole year and again Rook did not know!

Lucanis on the other hand is increadibly surprised to see Rook of all people in the Ossuary and almost thinks it’s some sort of dream that’s she’s in here rescuing him because how many times has he imagined something like that? He’s also dealing with a Spite who’s extra determined to talk to Rook and also the whole fact that he’s an abomination now and has a lot of feelings about that.

The first exchange between these two lovers goes something like this “you have a beard now. it looks.. nice.” “thank you? I didn’t really have a chance to shave in here” “that makes sense” cue awkward silence. Luckily Neve and Harding are there to get things back on track. Somewhat.

Anyways, the slow burn of the canon rookanis romance becomes two people learning to reconnect and navigate a very complex tangle of emotions after everything that happened in their year apart. Might write a fic about all this but I needed to get my idea out in the world one way or another.

Other au highlights include:

Rook and Lucanis met because Lucanis had to assassinate a mortalitasi and is sneaking in through the garden while Rook is there decompressing after dealing with the asshole and they both freeze. Lucanis is trying to decided whether he has to kill her and Rook just goes “guy you’re looking for is two floors up and three rooms to the right. good luck” Lucanis is like why are helping me to which Rook responds “this is the fourth time in as many weeks I’ve had to come deliver the same letter of censure to this guy for trying to supersede the royal charter and have to take time out of my day to come out here one more time I’m going start biting people. you’d really just be doing a public service getting rid of this guy”

Lucanis is the reason Rook switched to fighting with an arcane orb rather than a more traditional staff and helped her a lot with close quarters combat. He also gifted her a spellblade and was almost surprised that giving someone a knife worked.

The knife also tipped off Caterina that whoever this rando showing up to ask the Crows for help has some connection to Lucanis because of course Caterina would recognize the work of her grandson’s favorite blacksmith.

Illario only found out his cousin was involved with someone after Lucanis “died” and ended up going through his things because sure Illario might have ordered his death but that doesn’t mean he can’t be sad about it. Hidden under the floorboards is a small elegant lockbox filled with letters and a wyvern tooth dagger and Illario had a whole lot of feelings reading them and the slow transition from letters to love letters. Illario doesn’t realize it’s Rook though because Rook wasn’t going by Rook back then and was signing her letters with her government name.

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Sits on the hill of “Watchers work like a government office but a bit more goofy” and screams

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Ghost of You

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!Reader ANGST

Summary: After the events of Deadpool and Wolverine, Wade introduces Logan to the Reader. She looks just like his late wife from his Earth. When Logan starts treating her weirdly, she assumes he just doesn’t like her.

A/N: this is just a fun angsty idea I came up with. Love the idea of Logan having a late wife who haunts him everywhere he goes.

~~~

He froze completely in his tracks when he saw you. Standing in Wade’s living room, a bright smile painted on your face.

“Logan this is Y/N. She’s one of my best friends,” Wade introduced you. You extended a hand out to him, “It’s so nice to meet you, Logan.” He scowled as he stared at your hand. Growling and storming off into his own room. You furrowed your brows, looking back at Wade. “Well that was fucking weird,” Wade blinked.

That had been the first time you met. It was months later and things had not improved much. Anytime you were together you could feel Logan’s eyes burning into you. He practically never spoke to you, but could never take his eyes off you. It confused you. Often made things completely awkward and unbearable.

You were all hanging out at a mutual friend’s house out near the lakes. Everyone in your friend group was there. Wade showed up late. You were excited to see Wade until you saw Logan trailing behind him. Heart sinking in your stomach and lump forming in your throat. In your panic, you headed outside to the lit fire pit. Alone away from everyone. You caught your breath.

You liked Logan. Logan when you weren’t around. Watching him from afar trying not to disturb him. Something about you made him uncomfortable. You wanted him to have an easy time adjusting to a whole new place. Trying your hardest to distance yourself anytime he was around so he could be his true self. You felt a sort of connection to Logan. You longed to be around him. Chalking it up to be some sort of crush you had formed.

You stared at your phone. Hearing everyone erupt in laughter together occasionally. Sad that you were having to miss out on the fun, but doing what you thought was right. Debating on leaving, instead of just watching everyone enjoy your absence. You were a people watcher though, it warmed your heart to see everyone inside having a good time.

One of the doors to the patio opened. Catching your attention at the sudden sound. It was Logan. Your eyes dropping down to your phone, trying to ignore him. He joined you at the fire pit, sitting next to you. He stared into the flames not even acknowledging your existence. You were confused why he would come out here with you. Complete silence other than the sounds of the outside world moving around you. Awkwardly shooting a glance over at him. His eyes meeting yours momentarily. Both of you darted your gaze back down.

“You look just like her,” he admitted.

You stiffened your back, trying your best not to look at him. Silence other than the crackling fire in front of you.

“Who?”

“My wife,” he sighed.

And then, everything clicked in your mind. It was not that he didn’t like you, it was that you looked like someone from his past.

“If there was another version of me on this Earth, maybe you’re the version of her for this one. Not that you owe me anything, you just look so much like her. So beautiful,” he trailed off. Embarrassing himself with his confession.

“You— She died on my Earth. Fighting in a war against other mutants. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never forgave myself for not being able to protect her,” Logan’s eyes fixated on you.

“Is that why you acted so cold the first time we met?” You quietly questioned.

“It was like seeing a ghost. You look just like her. Sound just like her. Hell, you even wear the same perfume,” his face fell into his hands. You never knew the Logan of your world. Seeing headlines in the news about him from time to time, but never knowing him personally. Yes, you were a mutant, but not a very mutant crossed paths.

“It was like I felt everything all over again. I never meant to be such a prick,” Logan grumbled into his hands. You silently sat as he sulked beside you. Clear distress written on his figure. Unsure of how to help him, wondering if speaking would only make things worse.

“What was she like?” You attempted to break the ice. Praying he would lighten up.

Deep hazel eyes peered at you over top his hands. Slight cock of an eyebrow on his heavy forehead. Sitting up straight and looking up at the sky, Logan sighed, soft chuckle painting his tone. “She was the life of every room she was in. Always cracking jokes, getting everyone else to smile. Kindest girl you’d ever meet. We worked at an academy, all the kids loved her. Looked up to her. Effortlessly beautiful. She could’ve had any guy she wanted, but she chose me. Look where that got her,” he trailed off looking down at the flames in front of him. You swallowed heavy. Unsure what to say back. “You’re a lot like her. Especially to hear everyone talk about you. The way everyone just flocks to you every time you enter a room, I— Wade had told me a lot about you,” Logan looked at you softer than normal.

You felt your face heat up. Not ever having anyone talk about you that way. Not knowing Wade had been gushing about you to his new roommate.

Crickets hummed in the distance, a familiar silence. Logan watched all your friends inside having fun. Smiling. “Everyone in there adores you. I’m sorry I’ve been taking you away from that with my mean mug,” Logan huffed.

“Do you think… I could get to know you,” you asked, doe eyes staring at Logan. His head whipping back to look at you. A face he had fallen in love with some time ago. Sitting right before him, staring back at him. Fluttering the lashes he had grown to love. Locks of hair the color he was used to rolling over and seeing sprawled across the pillow. Looking just as beautiful as the day he last held her in his arms.

“I’d- I’d love that,” Logan smiled at you. You returned his look, feeling a weight fall off your shoulders. Demeanors changing with the new found attitude between you. Deciding the best way to learn more about each other was just to ask outright.

“So, what’s your favorite color?”

“Red.”

Your conversation went on like this for the rest of the night. Chatting even as everyone else left the party. Wade watched with a smile on his face from inside.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! This was just a quick fun concept I came up with the other day. Hope you enjoyed! If you have any requests, feel free to send them my way, or if you’d like to be tagged in any further Fics, let me know! //

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@toogaytofunctiondangit ~ @megangovier ~ @castle-of-ruin ~

[lady-buggerinton]

Ok I’ve seen the Fingering Gate Analysis but can we also consider how Penelope most likely isn’t simply a “never been touched” pure virgin who hasn’t known any pleasure before: an analysis

1. She’s not Daphne, she was deeply lonely and had lots of time to daydream and explore her own mind, desires, and interests (Whistledown being an example) I don’t think she needed to be taught by a rakish man how to get off on her own, PLUS she’s been yearning and pining for Colin who lives right across the street, so she’s had plenty of time to RUMINATE being within close proximity to the object of her desire.

2. She didn’t seem that shocked by the pleasure Colin was giving her, more just overwhelmed by it as it’s something she’s likely dreamed about and wanted for years. The consensual nod reads to me that she knows where exactly he’s planning on going with this, what is going to happen, and she wants him to do it to her.

3. What do we know about Penelope? She’s an entrepreneur and self-made woman, I think she would have definitely developed a deep curiosity about sex and relationships and would have worked out what sexual pleasure is and how to achieve it solo style! She’s a people watcher and an avid reader, she clearly wants to participate and not just watch.

4. Clues from past seasons. In season 1 she and Eloise announce their curiosity about sex and specifically conception, and Penelope is clearly inexperienced at that time, similar to Colin being inexperienced with women. After her discussion about love with Marina, I believe her interest was peaked and it started her on her own path of self discovery, parallel to Colin’s but obviously hindered due to her role in society.

5. She was ready. If you are brand new to pleasure you are not prone to sound making or expressions such as moaning/sighing. If she were completely inexperienced the process would definitely have been more clunky and would’ve taken a longer time to “warm her up”, this is the case often for women in the early stages of sexual awakening. Clearly, Colin was taking her lead on some things, and would’ve probably slowed way down if he sensed fear or inexperience. In the carriage, she got into it RIGHT away and was keyed up and ready to go, that reads to me a woman who is familiar with her body and what it can do.

5. Story wise I want this to be the case because I was annoyed with the “women can’t work out self pleasure on their own and need a rakish man to teach them” and was glad with Kate it just wasn’t addressed/implied she was experienced in some form. Women in every era figured out how to self-pleasure despite societal silence on the matter in the higher classes and I’m a fan every time that is explored.

In conclusion, the fact that the carriage scene felt so natural and passionate is because Penelope is an Experienced virgin with a capital E and was just waiting for the opportunity to express her sexuality and I believe this to be the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth!

[acupoftaewithsomesuga]

"𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒏" • 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊

fiancé!san x fem!reader

summary• After the game of hide and seek your sex life with San became spicier than ever. You would tell him about your deepest fantasies and he was destined to make them into reality. A cabin in the woods, a wolf chasing his prey. A fearful girl in red, running through the forest.

warnings• angst, fear, smut, masturbation, voyeurism, pet names, stripping, praise kink, penetration, unprotected sex, filthy dirty talking, sloppy oral (fem&masc!recieving), choking/gagging, spitting, slapping/spanking, cum eating, rough sex, cream pie, squirting.

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w/c• 5k

a/n• Happy Halloween!!! I didn't think I would upload this in time, but here it is! This is a continuation of Cat and Mouse! Please enjoy. This is for the girls who desire to be chased through the forest.

taglist• @rems-writing @st4rhwa @sugarnspice630 @joongiesmoon @no1likevie @woohwababes @hongjoongswife1 @blackb3ll @staytiny23 @ccalyse 

network• @othersideoutlawsnetwork

•masterlist•

Excitement is all you feel when October comes around. The leaves finally fall, the air growing crisp and cold, your favorite knitted cardigan engulfing you, and the warmth of your fiancé's body against yours. Pumpkin carving was definitely San and your favorite thing to do during this time of year. He would carve goofy little faces on the pumpkins while you would opt for a classic scary face. His precious smile would bring warmth to your heart when his dimples would show, his eyes turning into crescent moons. 

“Baby, let’s get a cabin this Halloween. What do you say, me, you, the woods, fucking by the fireplace? Hmm?” He said with that innocent expression on his face like he didn’t just suggest to fuck your brains out in the middle of nowhere.

“Erm, I don’t know, baby. That just sounds like we are asking for it. Don’t you think?” You question, feeling like that would be an excellent opportunity for a masked murderer to come out of the shadows and slaughter both of you. It just sounds like a typical horror story trope. That would be just your luck. San lets out an annoyed groan before pouting, his bottom lip sticking out. 

God, he’s so cute when he begs. 

“Aww baby come on. I’ll be there to protect you, you know that. And besides, there are people on watch duty at this location. The Fire Watchers will be there and if something happens we can call. Come on, please, baby?” he insisted, grabbing you by your waist to pull you flush against his body. He then caressed your thigh and patiently waited for an answer. You nibbled at your bottom lip, weighing out all the options. On the other hand, San fluttered his eyes and pouted, thinking that this cute demeanor would shift your viewpoint. 

“Fuck okay fine. But just know that if I get murdered I’m going to kill you,” you threatened before you gave him a forced smile and kissed his cheek. 

“Yes ma’am,” he says smiling from ear to ear, his face beaming with excitement. 

Once you agree, San instantly books the cabin for Halloween weekend. He orders a few things online to ensure both of your stays are nice and comfortable. He also orders regular camping gear and emergency kits if something goes wrong. 

But San always has something up his sleeve. You learned that from the last time you played hide and seek on game night. That was one of the best nights of your life and the sex was beyond incredible. The thrill of hiding away and waiting for him to find you made you fearful but simultaneously aroused. 

San enjoyed looking for you and finding you, hunting you down like prey just to fuck you like a goddess. So he definitely had a smirk painted on his face when he added a skimpy Red Riding Hood outfit and a wolf mask to the cart. This time he was ready to hunt you down.

As the days lead up to Halloween weekend you both discussed plans. “So you want me to wear this and meet you at the cabin?” you question, raising your eyebrows as you hold up the tiny red ruffled skirt.

“Mhm, and the thigh-high white stockings with the ribbons on the knees. The black heels, and the pretty red corset. And the red hood, don’t forget the hood.”

“What do you have planned baby?” you sigh, not liking surprises. It always spiked up your anxiety especially when you didn’t know what was going to happen. Your mind always resorted to the worst things possible when they were big what-ifs and would never happen. You caress San’s arm for reassurance, nipping your bottom lip as you anxiously think of everything that could go wrong. 

San notices your concerned gaze, and he instantly takes your hand and squeezes it. He hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he will do anything for you if something happens. He pulls you in and presses his forehead against yours. He always did this in serious situations as an attempt to calm you down. 

"Hey, hey, it's okay baby. You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you, right? I just want this to be a fun, sexy little game for us,” his words are gentle, prompting your mind and body to relax a bit. You take a deep breath and smile at him softly. You lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips moving slowly against his. 

“Don’t murder me in this forest or I’ll kill you Choi San,” you joke, but it’s laced with truth. San chuckles softly, his arms wrapping around you. He squeezes you tight, knowing this isn't a threat but a promise.  

"Deal. Besides we both know I’m more interested in murdering something else that night," he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to devour you, little red." 

You chuckle and wrap your arms around San’s shoulders. A playful smirk is painted on his face, his right dimple embedded into his cheek. 

“I can’t wait for that, big bad wolf.” 

Halloween was on a Thursday this year so you made plans ahead of time to have Friday off from work. You get home and get all your bags ready, throwing in some extra clothes and basic essentials. You get into your Little Red Riding Hood costume before you look in the mirror. You couldn’t help but admire how perfectly it fit. The socks you wore covered your legs and hugged tightly midway around your thighs. The ruffled skirt was short enough to cover you, but as soon as you bent over, the bottom of your ass showed. The corset wrapped around your waist like a tightly wrapped present. Your cleavage sat perfectly against the corset, and the necklace San gave you on your anniversary rested between them. You grabbed your red hood and tied it around your neck. You quickly turned in a 360, looking at how the outfit came together. 

You take all your bags and basket to the car and drive to the campsite. San chose this secluded cabin, about a mile away from everyone else. As you pulled up, you saw San’s car parked by the house, but the lights inside the cabin looked like they were off. You grew suspicious, and every ounce of your body told you to drive away. You were apprehensive as you exited your car and grabbed your bags. You walked up to the cabin and opened the door. It was quiet, only the wind whistling throughout the forest. A strong wind gust outside forced the door open, slamming against the wooden wall. The only light that illuminated the room was the crackling fireplace. 

“Baby?” You called out but stopped short when you saw someone in the shadows. “Sannie, baby?” You repeated, your heart beating out of your chest. He turned around and you were met with the familiar frame of your fiancé, but up top was a wolf mask. You were so fearful but so deeply aroused by the sight of him like this. The way he looked was memorable. He was shirtless, his toned body illuminated by the singular source of light in the cabin. He wore jeans, but you couldn’t help but notice the visible print forming. 

San looked at you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you. A mischievous smirk was painted across his lips, but the realistic growling wolf head masked it. He wanted to tear you apart and watch as you begged for more. His heart was racing faster than yours at this point. He was ready for you, but he knew that you weren't ready for him. 

“Run,” he growls, causing your eyes to instantly widen. “If I catch you, I fuck you,” he asserts. You look at him for a moment trying to process what he just said. Part of you wants to stand there so he can have his way with you but where’s the fun in that? 

You drop your bags and start to run through the forest. Twigs against your heels begin to break, making it harder for you to escape. You frantically kick your heels off and continue to run, feeling rocks and twigs graze against your feet. Your red hood flaps against the wind, making a distinct whooshing sound. This was a survival situation for you at this moment. Blood was rushing throughout you as your adrenaline started to kick in. You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You were trotting through the forest like a gazel and San was the starved wolf foaming at the mouth for his next meal. 

You hear his heavy footsteps behind you, snapping twigs and crunching leaves under his boots. His low growls echo through the forest, causing you to run faster. You're not sure if it's the fear or the thrill of the chase that's making your heart race and your breath hitch. But you do know that you loved this game both of you were playing. Fear was controlling every part of your body except for the arousal that was laced between your legs. 

You continue to run, looking back briefly to see if he is still after you. But you don’t see him. You quickly duck behind a rock, the stillness of the forest surrounding you. You hear leaves rustle, causing you to look in that direction, but nothing. You then hear San whistling, it's faint as it matches the cold brisk wind. He starts to make that distinct clicking sound with his mouth. The taunting clicks you would give to a dog to beckon them to a treat. 

“Where’s my little red?” he cooed, his voice echoing in the dead space of the forest. Your heart was racing, the beating trailing to your fingertips. You could feel your blood run cold, and your mind started to spin. Your body tensed as you felt his presence near you, the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air. You kept your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal any whines as you heard the leaves crunch around the rock. 

“Looks like I’ve caught you little red,” you heard him whisper in your ear. 

Fuck.

This sent a shock throughout your body and you decided to run. You shot up from your seated position and tried darting deeper into the forest. But San quickly caught up with you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. You heard a deep chuckle vibrate in his throat, the sound making you quiver. His hand slid up your body and wrapped around your neck, causing you to look up at the stars. You were both breathless from running, breathing in sync with each other. 

“Got you,” he growled, causing a slight whimper to escape your lips. San's hands roam your body, running up your sides to grope your breasts through the thin fabric of your corset. 

"You ran so fast, little prey. I think you deserve a reward." 

You whine, pressing your body against his. You feel his mask against your neck, the fake fur grazing against your skin. You hike up your ruffled skirt and press your ass against his clothed crotch.

“Murder my little pussy in the middle of this forest Sannie,” you breathe out, feeling desperate for his touch. San groans deeply, his hard print grinding against your ass as he squeezes your thigh. 

"Fuck, you're so needy for my cock, aren't you? Begging to be split open in the woods like a bitch in heat," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling the side of your neck. You hum in anticipation; this feels like pure torture to you.

“How about I fuck that pretty little throat first?” he suggests, pressing his dick firmly against your ass. You nod in response, absolutely drunk off of this moment, so needy and desperate. San spins you around and pushes you to your knees, towering over your small frame. All you can see is his toned body and that mask looming above you, ominously blocking out some of the full moon that engulfed the forest. 

As he peers down at you, he can’t help but stare at how you look at him. Those innocent eyes stare into his soul as you bite down on your lower lip. He can see you fighting the urge to pull his pants down and shove him down your throat. The way you whimper, signaling you are getting impatient, sends him down a spiral. He unzips his fly as you both stare into each other's eyes, fishing out his thick massive dick. You let out a needy moan at the sight of him, precum already dripping from his tip. 

"Open wide, Little Red."

You nod, open your mouth, and look up to ensure he has the best view of you. Your pretty red lipstick would soon be smudged and printed on the base of his dick. The loud moans and groans from San would quickly fill the forest. 

San grips the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair as he forces his thick shaft past your lips. Your eyes roll back at the familiar sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat. You struggle to breathe around his girth, but you can’t get enough. 

You hear him groan at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his cock. You feel him twitch against your throat, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. You anchor your hands on his thighs and take him in deeper, gagging slightly but still staying in place.

"Fuck, look at you, so pretty with my dick in your mouth."

You moan against him, the vibration traveling throughout his body. You withdraw slightly, only leaving his tip nestled inside your mouth. You stick out your tongue, rubbing it against the large vein under his cock. San hisses at the sudden feeling, his hips bucking forward as he guides his dick back down your throat. 

"You love that, don't you? You love worshiping me with your tongue?” He pushes even more into your mouth, causing you to gag loudly. 

"Choke on it, baby,” he demands, causing you to moan and your eyebrows to scrunch together. San's hips buck forward, stifling your moan as he bottoms out in your throat.

“You look so sexy in those thigh highs baby,” he groans throwing his head back. You moan in approval as you claw at his thighs, your nails leaving visible marks on his jeans. You feel his hips start to thrust in and out of your mouth. He looks back down to watch as you take him with every thrust, your throat making wet squelching noises.

"Look at those eyes tearing up for me," he smirks beneath his mask, his pace quickening. 

"Mmm, you look so beautiful when you're choking on my cock. I bet you wish it was your tight little pussy instead," he cooed followed by a long moan. You can feel his cock hitting the back of your throat with each deep thrust, saliva dripping down your chin as you struggle to breathe. But you take every inch of him, knowing he would reward every part of you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, and you can’t help but roll your eyes back. The feeling of him down your throat was pure ecstasy. The view of him thrusting into your mouth was intoxicating.

"Mmmm, you're making a mess of yourself." He withdraws from your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air. You breathe slowly, trying your best to catch air into your lungs. He admires the sight of your smeared lipstick and tear-stained cheeks. He grins mischievously before his hips buck forward to bury himself deep within your throat again. 

"I think you're ready for my seed, Little Red."

He thrusts into your throat a few more times, watching how well you take him. He then withdraws a loud pop, casting out into the forest. He grips his dick and pumps vigorously; his gritty groans fill the forest. You open your mouth wide as you stare into the mask, hoping yours will pierce into his. With one long moan, he spills into your mouth. His dick twitches as he cums, his abs constricting as he coats your tongue. You maintain eye contact, feeling his cum pool into your mouth. 

“Fuuuuck, swallow all of that, baby,” he moans, slapping his cock against your cheek. You do as you’re told and close your mouth, swallowing every last drop.

"Good girl," San praises, his voice hoarse from the intense release. He reaches down and wipes some leftover cum from your chin, sucking his fingers clean. "Now, baby, I want you to get up off your knees and run back to that cabin. I’m going to fuck your brains out, y/n."

You catch your breath briefly before darting up and running for the cabin. The same adrenaline pumps throughout your body as you hear him right behind you. San chases after you, his heavy footsteps echoing through the dark forest. 

The chase back was exhilarating, his low growls making your core throb. He catches up to you just as you stumble into the cabin, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall. 

"Caught you, my little prey."

“Sannie…” you breathed, staring right into the wolf mask. You were out of breath from all the running, and your heartbeat was at its peak. 

"Shh, no more talking, baby." He covers your mouth with his hand, his other roaming down to your core, rubbing his fingers against your soaked panties. 

"I'm going to ravage this body until you forget your name." He rips open your skirt, sending threads flying as he exposes you in lace panties. San's large hands grip your thighs and lift you, carrying you over to the wooden table. He sets you down and forcefully spreads your legs apart, ripping your panties away. Your eyes are wide, and you are left speechless. Usually, the moments leading up to sex were passionate and sensual, but tonight this felt territorial. 

"Look at that, so fucking wet for me."

“Fuck- Sannie,” you let out an exasperated moan as his ring and middle fingertips caressed the outside of your core.

"Fuck is right, baby." He rubs his fingers against your clit, watching as it swells and throbs under his touch. "I'm going to fuck you so good on this table, your juices will be dripping down your thighs when I'm done."

“Goddamn San-,“ you were suddenly cut off when San started to rub his fingers on your clit. You watch as he chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his mask. You can tell he loves how your moans cut off your words. He increases the pressure on your clit, his touch demanding and possessive. Your broken moans echoed throughout the cabin. 

Both of your shadows are cast on the wall from the dim fireplace. Your legs are hicked up and resting on the side of his waist, his hand is between your legs, and you’re both staring at each other. The big bad wolf looms over you as your back arches, your hips bucking into his hand.

"That's right, baby, move your hips just like that," San encourages, his voice laced with desire.

San watches intently as his fingers slide inside of you, your pussy clenching around them greedily. Your lips instantly part, and a faint moan escapes as your eyes roll back. You are left speechless as he watches in delight, his fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbing your clit at a frantic pace. 

"Look at you, so fucking desperate for it. You're mine, and I will make sure you never forget it."

“Sannie. Please,” you beg, your pussy clenching tighter around his fingers.

"Please, what, my Little Red?" San purrs, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace. "Tell me what you need." He leans close, his masked face inches from yours, as he curls his fingers particularly deep. "Beg for my cock like a good girl."

“Please. I need you to ruin me!” you eagerly whine, your breath hitched as you meet his gaze.

"Good girl," San praises, his voice gravelly with desire. He withdraws his fingers and quickly unbuckles his pants, letting his dick spring free. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the table, aligning himself with your entrance. 

"Here's what you wanted, baby."

You bite your lip and rub your soaked core against his tip. San's breath hitches, his face contorting with pleasure under the mask.

"Fuck, you're so wet," San groans, feeling your juices coat his tip. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it along your entrance and circling your clit. He softly slaps his dick against your clit, causing you to inhale sharply. 

“Stop teasing me, baby,” you whine. A soft chuckle vibrates out of San’s throat as he realigns himself with your entrance.

"Now, you're going to get what you asked for." With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside of you, the table creaking beneath you. You throw your head back, your mouth wide open, and your eyes roll back. You feel the muscles in your core tighten at the sudden feeling of him buried inside of you. San chuckles darkly and slams his thick, heavy cock inside you in another brutal thrust. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure. 

"There's a good girl, take Daddy's cock." He starts pounding into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each deep thrust causing an array of moans to escape your lips. San grabs your waist and starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you. 

"This is what you needed, huh? To be ruined by me?" He pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out inside of you repeatedly. 

“Yes. Yes. This is what I needed,” you yelled, staccato moans filtering throughout the cabin with each thrust.

San trails his hand up your curves before wrapping his hand around your throat. He pushes you back slightly to where you barely hover over the table. Your elbows rest behind you, anchoring you to get a good view of him fucking into you. His hand squeezes tighter around your throat as you move your knees closer to your chest. 

"Fuck yes, take it!" San snarls, sweat beading on his brow as he continues his relentless pace. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud as he pounds into your soaked cunt. Loud moans and groans echo throughout the cabin. The wooden table creaked violently with every rough and hard thrust.

"Louder, baby, I want every creature in this forest to know who’s pleasing you right now," San ordered, his pace quickening. He releases his hold on your throat and grips your knees instead, pushing them further back and spreading you wider. "Look at how well you're taking me, my Little Red."

You scream out to the heavens above as San hits that sweet spot within your core. The rapid thrust causing both of your hands to form into tight fists. If San weren't holding you open, you would have clamped your legs together from the amount of pleasure that was resonating throughout your body. Your pussy clenched around his cock, forcefully sucking him deeper into you. 

"That's it, scream for me, baby," San groans, his hips snapping against yours with inhuman speed and force. The wet squelch of your pussy being stretched and filled echoes obscenely in the room. "Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight."

“Sannie, I can’t take it fuck,” you yell, your eyes closing shut and your fingers digging into the wood table, feeling yourself close to reaching an orgasm. San's hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply slightly as he pounds into you. 

"Not until I say so, baby." He leans forward, his face inches from yours as he speaks. "You're gonna come when I say you can, not a second before."

Another loud moan tries to escape your lips but is cut off by him squeezing tighter around your throat. 

“It’s too much, baby,” you whine as his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. San's eyes gleam behind his mask as he watches you struggle for breath. He speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. 

"Too much what, baby? Too much pressure? Too much girth? Too much love?"

“Yes, yes, all of it fuck baby. I’m so close, please let me cum,” you beg, hoping he will have mercy on you just this once. San releases your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. 

"Be a good girl and cum for me." 

He reaches down and rubs circles on your clit, and that sends you over the edge. You moan his name repeatedly as if it’s a chant, as if you are worshipping your god. Your back arches, and your hips roll forward, pressing your core closer to him. You claw at the wooden table, visible marks forming on the varnishing. You start to see stars as he continues to pound into you. Your walls clench vigorously around his cock, causing San to let out a guttural moan.

San's eyes roll back as he feels your pussy milking his cock. He buries himself deep inside you, his tip pressing against your cervix as he holds still, allowing you to milk his cock for all it's worth. Without a warning, San released deep inside your throbbing pussy as your body jerks. 

“Y/n, shit!” He yells. 

Your eyes are completely shut for a moment, trying to savor the feeling of San completely destroying you. San glides his hands along your body, his dick twitching inside of you. You whine as you feel him pull out, his cum leaking from your core and dripping onto the wood floor. Your eyes flutter open, and you see San removing the wolf mask. His hair is drenched, and he looks so drunk off of you. 

“That’s enough about me. Now it’s time for me to bow to my queen,” he says before getting on his knees and pressing his lips against your dripping core. You moan, and your eyes roll back when you feel San’s tongue shoot out and lap your cum filled entrance. He licks all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue lightly. He licks up all the cum leaking from your pussy and then spits it against your core before sucking it back up. He then starts to suck on your clit, causing your head to spin. He moans against your core as he tastes you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours your pussy like a man starved.

You sit up and look down as he feasts on you. You see his hands digging into your skin and his eyes completely locked onto yours. 

“Mmm, there’s that sexy face I love to see,” you whimper as he flicks his tongue on your sensitive clit. 

“Your face gets so wet from being buried deep into my pussy. I love it when you worship me, Sannie,” you groan, grabbing onto his hair and pushing him deeper into your core. San lets out a muffled moan against you, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His tongue thrusts in and out of you in a rhythm that matches the pulsing of his hands on your skin. 

"And I love worshipping you, baby," San expresses quickly against your pussy.

“Fuck, just like that,” you praise. San's tongue lashes out, lapping at your entrance before he draws your swollen bud into his mouth and sucks. He releases it with a popping sound before he buries his face against your core and moans, the vibrations making you tremble.

“San, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you groan, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

San grins mischievously against your wet pussy, his eyes glinting with intent. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he redoubles his efforts, his mouth working overtime to coax a gushing release from your core. 

"Then come for me, baby."

“Mmm,” you hum, throwing your head back. Your fingers are still held tight on his hair as you grind against his tongue. He alters between sucking and flicking on your clit, the sensation making you dizzy. You feel your release creeping up until your core snaps, and you start to cum. The feeling was too overwhelming as San continued to suck, making your core tighten around nothing. 

Without warning, you start to squirt due to overstimulation. San let out a satisfied hum as he felt your warm release gush onto his face. He grins as he watches you come apart at the seams, your body convulsing as it releases wave after wave of your juices onto his face. He looks up at you with a smirk. 

“It was a pleasure to please you, my queen," he expresses before kissing your throbbing pussy gently. 

He gets up off his knees and presses a passionate kiss on your lips. You moan in ecstasy as you kiss him back eagerly, running your hands along his neck and jaw. 

San's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He loves how you taste your nectar on his lips. He smiles against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. 

"We’re going to have to figure out how to get all this off the floor," San chuckled before looking at the large puddle on the wooden floor. 

“We can figure that out after round 2,” you say, pulling away from his embrace and shuffling to the bed. You feel the heat radiate from your ass as he slaps it. The loud smack echoed through the cabin. 

“Naughty little red.”

[prose-for-hire]

Should I Stay or Should I Go? (Part Two)

Part One // Part Three // Part Four

Pairing: Spike x Giles!reader

Part two of four 💖

Warning: reader drinks, difficult relationship with dad!Giles, reader doesn't like Buffy much.

You did, it turns out, like Spike in a way you hadn’t realised until you had spent some time with him. It made sense now, all the time you had tried talking to him and clinging onto the small amount you had learnt about him while he stayed with you for all those months. The amount of Passions you watched just to spend time with him.

He fascinated you, made you feel at ease in a way that no one ever had, despite the casual threats of death.

You knew, however, that if you stayed where you wanted to be, with Spike, there could be trouble. Not only with the Scoobies. You were still hurt by what had happened with your father. You felt like a failure, you had never meant to lose the jobs or disappoint your Dad.

You just hated the expectations he had and the pressure he had always laid on so thick and it made you want something completely different. What this different thing was, however, you weren’t sure.

You were sitting on a stone tomb, watching as Spike walked towards you, slamming himself down beside you while he waited the last agonising minutes for the sun to rise.

“What’s happening in that mind of yours?” He asked, using two fingers to tap his own temple. He had caught you staring into the distance again, reliving that horrible moment with your father.

“What do you mean?”

“Can tell there’s something up from a mile away” He shook his head adding, “Not that I care much that is”

“I feel like a bad person” you sighed, folding in on yourself.

“You ain’t bad, believe me, I know bad”

“Maybe I haven’t killed anyone like you but if I was a good person, Dad wouldn’t have-” You started to let your mouth run as fast as your thoughts, before he cut you off, a flash of anger behind his eyes at how you had been made to feel.

“Don’t start with all that rot, what dear Rupert did was evil even by my standards. If anything, love, you’re painfully average verging on boring” He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette as he spoke.

“Thanks, I actually really needed that,” You laughed through the tears that had started to well in your eyes. You paused for a moment, before asking, “I don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me this much. Why wouldn’t you talk to me at Dad’s?”

“Couldn’t risk it”

“What do you mean?” Your words caught in your throat as you asked.

“Well, you know, send in the pretty one to play good cop and all that crap” he explained, elaborating that he had thought that you were playing him to get information out of him about the Initiative for Buffy and the others.

You smiled softly at the way he spoke about you. You sat in silence for a while, smiling at him softly, leaning back against the threadbare sofa. He did the same, lying back, his head turned towards you until there were mere inches between you.

He was watching your lips curve in that way he found so pleasing. It made him feel something deep within, a tensing, a fluttering of something he couldn’t describe. God, how he wanted to lean into you, press his lips against you. But he couldn’t let himself go there. He didn’t like Watchers or Slayers. In fact, he hated you. Yep, definitely. Hate. That was what this was.

Later on, after you had stayed for a couple more days, you began to worry that you had outstayed your welcome but he had never actually asked you to leave. It had been confirmed to you as Spike burst through from the lower level of the crypt and kicked some of your old clothes you had set aside to go to a laundromat later.

“Bloody crap everywhere! Can’t move for all your human bollocks” He kicked a bag that was leaking clothes onto the floor. You had sneaked back into your Dad’s place to grab more of your stuff and had overheard him on the phone to someone, once again assassinating your character.

“You’re right. I should probably find something more human-y and permanent” You shrugged, “Thanks for, uh, letting me stay and all”

“Where you gonna go?” He stopped what he had been doing, his brow furrowing in that way that you found so cute. His head cocked to the side as he asked the question.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll find something”

“Can’t have that, love, stay until you’ve got somethin’ more proper figured out”

“You want me to stay?”

“’S not that. You could be eaten up tomorrow and I wouldn’t give a toss,” He insisted, slightly more half-heartedly than normal, “Just wouldn’t be right to see you out when you’re perfect bait for anything nasty that walks it’s way in”

It was true, the two instances that a demon had found their way into the crypt, they had made straight for you. Thus, ignoring Spike and letting him gain the upper hand on them both.

His eyes lit up at the way you smiled at his words. Despite the cruel appearance of his words, they made you smile. You had found yourself fond of his threats, his way with words. You had it bad. He drank in your form, eyes lingering first on your lips then slowly along your cheek and before slowly moving to meet your eyes.

He snapped himself away, after spending too long with that unmoving gaze. He snatched up his book and began to read by candlelight sat on one of the stone tombs, again waiting for the sun to set so that he could grab some blood and other necessities.

You stayed on the sofa, lying back and thinking about everything that had brought you to this point.

The turning of the pages and the soft candlelight, the occasional whisper of Spike’s voice as he murmured words that he was reading under his breath. It made you yawn, eventually slipping into a slumber. The atmosphere made you feel so comfortable, comfort in such a way that you had never experienced before. You weren’t afraid of being attacked or judged for your decisions. You didn’t have any pressure or expectations to live up to.

You felt… safe.

After placing a blanket over your sleeping form, Spike decided to make a little trip out. He needed to get a few things, he was starting to enjoy having a roommate. Especially one that he found so attractive. Not that he particularly let himself think on this for too long. He was trying so desperately to stop the feelings from growing, denying it the light of day to bloom.

You hadn’t noticed it to begin with, the way that the crypt started to resemble something not far from cosy. There was a tv set, a little makeshift bar with a fridge and it had been decorated with fairy lights and he had even sourced a real mattress for your room on the lower level. It was split into two, Spike had the bigger room, his explanation was that he deserved it being the only one providing for the house while you tried to find a job. 

After a couple of months, you and Spike had been dancing around feelings that had started to grow, not that either of you recognised that the other felt the same. Spike could be grumpy and still often threatened to drink from your brainstem if you left a mess around the place. He was surprisingly particular about how his home was made, especially considering that you were in a crypt and half of it was covered in cobwebs.

“Fancy a proper drink then, pet?” He asked one night.

 You had grown fond of the pet names and smiled at his words, you would never have thought your relationship with Spike would become something akin to a friendship. You adored him and allowed yourself brief daydreams where you reached for more.

“I haven’t got any money, Spike, you know that”

“On me”

“I don’t like being in debt to people”

“I’m sure we can work out some kind of repayment” He arched his eyebrow suggestively before snatching up his leather duster and gesturing for you to follow him.

Turns out, there was no repayment necessary as Spike stole the liquor and two glasses from behind the bar and topped up your drinks all night. You never thought you would feel so normal drinking in a demon bar. You did get a few suspicious looks but when Spike glared back they assumed that he was just going to eat you later himself.

You sat in a booth, leaning into him so you could hear what he was saying over the music that was playing. He told you all sorts of stories about his ‘glory days’ and you hung onto every word. You could tell he was exaggerating some of them to impress you and it only made you enjoy them more.

“Spike?” You asked quietly after a while.

“Mm?”

“Is this a date?” You asked, eyes not able to meet his. You instead pretended to find the contents of your glass incredibly interesting.

“Depends, love”

“On?”

“If-” He started, never able to finish what he had been about to let slip. Luckily or unluckily, depending on which mood he was in, he didn’t have chance because a gang slammed the entrance open and started to smash the place up.

He immediately got up and positioned himself in front of you, blocking you from the threat. He smirked and rolled his eyes when he saw you get up and stand beside him in his peripheral.

They were clearly looking for someone that wasn’t you, but when their eyes did land on you it was all that they were interested in. It was the Scoobies. They had clearly heard some edited version of why you had left from your father as they looked at you with suspicion.

“I should have known that you would sink as low as this. To dance with depravity like this is truly reprehensible” Your father spoke first as the other three whispered to each other.

“Spike’s done more for me in the last month than any of you put together. These people haven’t done anything to you-”

“Apart from the fact that they’re not people, they’re demons,” Buffy reminded you. You ignored her.

“I don’t care what you think of me anymore Giles, I don’t care that I’ve disappointed you and I don’t care that you think I’m all “evil” now for having a couple of drinks in a demon bar. Surely someone that was educated so well couldn’t be so stupid?!” You rolled your eyes

“Y/n-”

“Take your Slayer and go” You warned. They had just been looking for information anyway, Giles decided to do as you said (for probably the first time in your life). What you had said affected him. He had been visibly taken aback before you watched him walk back with the rest of the Scooby gang.

The bartender announced free drinks for everyone to celebrate their unlife lasting at least another night now that the Slayer had left. You weren’t exactly feeling it anymore though, so you both left.

You assumed Spike was going to say something mean in answer to your questioning that had been interrupted. But he truly had almost said it had been a date. If you had wanted it to be. He would have done anything, so long as it had made you happy. He knew this now. Knew for certain his desire, his love, was a force that could not be curtailed. The way you had stood up for yourself, even for him. He was used to the insults that were hurled his way by Buffy and the others. He had forgotten what it was like to have someone in his corner.

He was doing that thing again, watching you with that look. The one that told you he knew you, could see directly into your soul. The one you would so gladly offer up to him had he asked.

You were grateful for his presence beside you as the adrenaline from the argument still draining from your body slowly. It had still not properly subsided by the time you both arrived home.

Home.

Funny how a place like this could make you feel such relief. It was simple, but you had never felt that way coming ‘home’ before.

You stood close, his face close to yours, so close that you could smell him. Thick smoke and some kind of cologne that you had never noticed before. You leaned in further, not knowing if it was leftover adrenaline or just pure need, you caught his lips with yours.

He had been leaning towards you at the same moment, his hand sliding up your arm, lingering against your neck. He cradled your neck as his lips moved to meet yours. He pressed himself against you, desperate and wanting. Needing your touch, your kiss. Your everything.

His touch made your kiss deepen, you pulled his shirt, balling it in your fists as you tried to pull him even closer. He tasted good. Too good.

You moved away from him, breaking the sweet contact you had been wanting for so long now. You stepped back again, telling him to go and make himself comfortable. You needed to grab a few things and that you would be back.

“Bloody tease!” he called after you playfully as he did what you had said. He’d have listened to anything you had said to do that again. To touch your body so intimately. It had been all he had fantasised about. All he had been consumed by.

You didn’t immediately understand why you did it.

Why you left the crypt and didn’t look back, walking away into the night.

Leaving him waiting for your return.

[hanjisunglover]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - minsung.

pairing: Han Jisung x Lee Minho x fem!reader

genre: smut, consensual threesome, bffs to fwb

word count: 3k

warnings: mention of using aphrodisiac chocolate, possessive behaviours, jisung and minho are a little manipulative, spit kink, using of pet names, they guys calls yn slut twice, sub yn, dom minho, switch jisung, dirty talks, oral receiving (m to f), double penetration, breeding.

summary: y/n is jisung's best friend, and everybody knows that with jisung's pack, you have also Minho's pack. They are always together, they share everything.. and everyone.

"This is a bad idea," you murmur, as you walk right beside Jisung, to entering the airport. Around you two the staff and the bodyguards with the other members are walking in the check-in area, ready to go straight to the lounge of the VIP section.

"Why?"

"Stays doesn't really like me," taking the decision to go with Jisung, your best friend, with his teammates and the staff for the concert in Tokyo wasn't the right idea. You know Jisung since you were a little kid, you guys just can read each other's thoughts. "Oh c'mon, they like you."

“They don’t,” Minho talks, right beside you, now you’re between Jisung and Minho and this doesn’t change the things, its just make it worse. “See?”

You say pointing at the fact that Minho just showed - a really annoyed face. Not that he doesn’t like Stays, he just knows them better, he pays more attention that he shares. Jisung roll his eyes and sigh, shaking his head, “well better, more for me,” Jisung whispers blushing lightly, hoping that you didn’t actually hear what he said, and you didn’t in fact. But Minho heard, Minho heard and he’s smirking.

"also, I appreciate that you guys want me around, I just, wanted it really clear," the two guys just chuckles at your words, making everything even more comfortable for you.

You met Jisung before Minho, a really nice guy. Always around with his headphones, flirty, making you feel like more than just friends. You know. It’s clear. But you guys never talked about being something, it would be too weird. Or that's what you think. He just knows that he would be the best boyfriend for you, he would move the world to make you smile, you’re the main topic in his days. Minho on the other hand at first was really cold with you, he is someone that it’s really introvert, making really hard to get close or just share some words. He didn’t like you, when you went to present yourself at a party with the other members he hated your dress because he wanted to rip that off your gorgeous curves.

"y/n? wanna take a sip?" Felix's voice wakes you up from the thoughts in your head as he moves the straw of his coffee toward you, you just smile as you get close to the drink, sticking out your tongue lightly to take the straw in your mouth but before the contact jisung move the straw away, "take mine. it's the same."

His voice sounds pissed, but you don't let this overreacting action conditioning your feelings and you do the same exact thing under Jisung's and Minho's gaze. That small action of you sucking jisung's straw makes the guy need to look away, or else his hard erection would be too obvious. Minho, on the other hand, saw everything.

As you guys take a sit on the chairs in the VIP lounge, you feel something weird growing between you and your two friends. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," both of them talk, at the same time, you cross your legs, one over the other and Jisung casually put his arm around your waist, a move that a normal friend would do. right? or at least that’s normal for your friendship with him.

"y/n why you decided to wear a dress?" Jisung mumble next to you, his gaze it's obviously on your thighs, that it's clear as a sunny day; you don't know why but that feels actually.. nice, to have his eyes on your body like that. You blush. "I mean, why not?"

"why not?" Minho sigh a chuckle right next to you, he's such a big watcher, especially when it's about his best friend and his little friend. His tone is sarcastic, because in their opinion you should not wear that dress. Not for the others, not in front of other people, that’s their property that gives too much imagination for the rest of the audience. But you’re not supposed to know that.

"yeah.. I mean, what's wrong with that?"

"everything it's wrong with that," Jisung talks after some seconds of silence, his arm grab your waist tight, almost scared that you can leave soon, "come here, the sit it's cold, I don't want your thighs to freeze."

You almost trip for the quick grab that jisung has on your hips, that moves you - almost lifting from your seat on his lap. you are now, sitting, on his lap. with his hand erection pressing on your ass. You can clearly feel it, your blush just increase more, spreading all over your cheeks. Jisung’s hands are holding your waist, almost like you’re gonna run away from his comfort sit. Minho move close to Jisung now, his arm on the back of jisung's seat and their eyes are locked in your back, you can feel their gazes. You can hear the low talking that they are making about some things that you don’t know, your hands are under your knees right on jisung’s, that makes the guy almost cum in his pants at your touch.

Is not the first time that you are on jisung's lap, but it's the first time that you are on his lap with a dress on, and this light dress makes you feel all of his big dick - and you can tell that it's thick. You can hear Minho chuckles as you move uncomfortably on jisung's lap, makes the guy contain at his best the whimpers, "look who's having fun here."

You turn your head a little towards the oldest, you know exactly what he means, "'m not.. 'm not doin anything," you murmurs, the oldest move closer, brushing your hair with his hand as he travel down on your back, slightly touching jisung's pants and your ass. "but you are, sweetheart."

The tension grow between the three of you, you cover your face with your hands, sigh deeply. "all shy and innocence, but you're a naughty one don't you?" Jisung's whispers in your ear, you feel shivers down your spine. "oh, there she is," Minho chuckles as he stroke jisung's hair with his hand, moving him closer to your shoulder, "so damn cute."

Their murmurs are making you really embarrassed, your thighs press against each other, your moves keep grinding almost too naturally to explain. That makes them knows that, you are ready for them.

The whole trip the two guys keep teasing you, touching your thighs, almost under your skirt; making squirm every time. They were having so much fun with you and your cute little reactions, that was almost enough to satisfy them.

After their concert you are really tired, you went to Japan with them because ‘they needed their lucky charm’, you think it was just a cheap excuse to have you around. Night that you’re complaining. You like being around them, jokes are always in the air, the playful attitude that they gives to you every time you step in a room, it’s something that you’re grateful for it. You yawn as you walk along the hall, toward your room for a shower and then some sleep but then your phone ring, and it's a jisung's text.

jisungie | 22:03 : hey :) are you in your room?

y/n | 22:04 : not yet, I need a shower ㅜㅜ

jisungie | 22:04 : come in my room, me and minho wants to make you try something that we found in the airport!

jisungie | 22:05 : not trying to kill you haha i promise baby

You roll your eyes at the sight of the texts but you agreed, they are your best friends, why lying or hurting you? You turn on your feet and you start to walk on the opposite direction, to Jisung's room. Your mind start to wonder around, getting lost in your thoughts , about their 'thing' to try. You don't have any clue, to be honest, they left you with Chan and Felix at the airport for ten minutes and they came back with a plastic bag, and a big smirk in their faces. You couldn't see what was it, not that you were really interested, you were more interested in why they were all touchy and so needy with you. That never happened before, you tried to ask but they were pretty careless. They knows that you liked ‘cause your reaction was pretty clear.

You knock at the door, where your friends are in, you can hear their voices that are talking and some low music in the back. Maybe some of the new songs that Jisung is keeping hide from the public, but you can hear the tone of his voice in the bars it’s darker, almost sexual for how good it sounds. You swallow feeling suddenly really hot all over your body, you don’t actually know what to expect, but you trust them more than anyone else.

You decide to knock a couple times, your eyes lock in the sight of the door that feels smooth at the touch. Your mind still working on extra hours at the thought of what it could be that they want you to try.

“There she is,” Minho’s voice it’s higher than usual, more giggly, more shaky. You raise your eyebrows surprised at the sudden happy atmosphere that is in the air as your step inside Jisung’s hotel room. “Hey guys! are you still high from the concert?”

"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on."

“High? we are not high!” Jisung's voice it's even higher as both of them start to laugh together, you look around the room just to check if there's any sign of drugs in the room, but nothing. Except for a little box with blank and dark red colors, the writing in the box is not clear, it's in Korean and you can't really understand much of it. But if your instinct is not wrong, you are almost sure that it is aphrodisiac chocolate.

The words of the song makes your body shivers with your cheeks that are getting warmer and warmer. You sits between the two guys, they propose you to try, because why not? is not gonna effect you.. right?

You're not really sure but your fingers grab a small piece of the dark chocolate, is not your favorite type, you're more a fan of milk chocolate but you go for it. You can feel your body warm up after a couple seconds, your body feel relaxed and your mind it's getting blurry. Is this really working on you? you can just feel Minho's hand finishing on your thigh, squeezing your skin lightly almost to wake you up from your flow of thoughts. "y/n I told you to not wear the dress tonight."

His voice is a confused slur, too high on chocolate, feeling the blood in his veins warm at your presence right among them; he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. Jisung grunts nodding, totally agreeing with his best friend, "couldn't take my eyes off, I even messed up the choreography because of you."

Your cheeks grows red, "'m sorry.. I wanted to be pretty for you guys." A muffled moan comes from Jisung's throat as he puts his head in his hands, "pretty for us?" He's losing is control for your soft voice, he can imagine vividly the feeling of your skin in his hands; he's craving to have a single taste of you.

"do you wanna be pretty for us princess?" Minho talks, his breath it's right against your skin, you can almost feels his lips against the nape of your neck, you feel almost magnetise towards them. You gently nods: your mind already going blank. Your not sure if it's because of the high of the chocolate, or the huge attraction that you feel towards them, but you can't stop yourself from pushing your body on them. You gives them the permission, and then it takes them two seconds before pushing you down the bed, your soft dress already on the floor and you're half naked under their hungry eyes.

Jisung bend over to kiss your shoulder, his delicate fingers moves the shoulder pads down, letting you breathless. Minho caress your legs, from the ankles to your inner thighs. "so fuckin pretty now." His fingers are pressing against your flesh, making you shivers and arch your back, and they are just starting it.

"please," you murmurs as you squeeze your thighs together, going totally against what Minho wants, 'cause he grab your knees and he spread them wide again, "if you want to, keep this pretty legs open."

Jisung kiss your neck, his gently pecks are full of passion, you don't care if it's due the chocolate or the true desire, you just know that it feels amazing. Jisung's tongue trace your skin, making you whimper under them two, Minho chuckles grabbing gently your hand, kissing softly your wrist.

The younger moves feeling a rush of pleasure that he needs to relieve, their clothes are feeling too tight for the whole tension, Jisung moves between your thighs his hands massaging your flesh as he lean his soft cheek on your inner thigh as his eyes are locked on your soaking wet panties. "so wet."

Minho moves his smooth hands on your back, unclasping the bra and letting your tits free making their mouth watering, "God, 'm getting impatient." Your chuckles just makes them whimpering, their hands explode your body, desiring and possessing it.

You gasp so loud that makes them shivers when Jisung's tongue get in touch with your panties, you can feel yourself getting even wetter for the light touch, he's getting over the edge and it's not even close to getting in your pussy. Minho's eyes are half closed for the sight their actions, he moves the panties aside letting Jisung finally taste your wet folds. Jisung's eyes almost roll back completely for the taste of your nectar, his tongue licks and grind against your slit making you shake and moan. The music mix of her moans of pleasure it's the best thing that Minho have ever heard. Jisung is impatient, every licks and every moves of his tongue on her fold makes his nose hits her clit enough to make her arch her back. "o-oh god!"

Minho bend over, his tongue pass over her nipple, his other hand massage the other tit, palpating briskly as his teeth nibble the already hardened nipple. Your hands between their hair as they workship your body with need.

Jisung eats you out like a starving man, like he never touched a pussy before, his hands as squeezing, stroking, caressing your thighs and ass. Your legs on his shoulders and his face buries in your cunt, that's the best feeling that you ever felt before. And you're not a virgin.

The overstimulation that Minho is giving to your sensitive nipples is making you almost cum, "'m so close, i.. I have to — ugh, cum!" Your voice it's so pitch high, your legs shakes around the younger's head and your hands are traveling down Minho's lap with the intention of giving him the same pleasure that she's feeling.

"not yet, wait, please," jisung’s voice mumbles as he flicks his tongue over and over against your entrance, making your toes curl in pleasure. Minho move one of his hand on jisung's hair, pushing him close to her pussy making him whimper for dominance. Your hand touches lightly Minho's lap, making the oldest groan against your tits, you can't stop your orgasm to hit you with pleasure.

You're breathless, jisung laps your folds again before breaking the contact with a moan, his face it's the expression of the pleasure that he just felt, maybe even more than you did. Minho grab the back of his neck, kissing him roughly, he desire to feel you against his lips more than anything else, Jisung close his eyes as he kiss minho back, their tongues curls to each other making the kiss even wetter now.

Minho moves his hand on jisung's pants, unbuttoning his jeans and letting the younger with just his boxers, you gasp at the sight of the view, making your way on minho's pants, to do the exact same thing.

When you find yourself kissing one of the two men as the other one kiss your neck, marking you and biting your skin, to make sure that the next morning you're gonna remember every single action of this. Because you want to remember this, and they want it too.

"look at you, so wet," Minho whispers in your ear as he spread your thighs, Jisung moves behind you as he keep kissing you, he's such a messy kisser. You can feel minho's hard length pressing against your folds, you break the kiss with the guy behind you to look at the oldest, "m-minho please.. I need you.."

"such a whining baby." His chuckles fill your lungs as Jisung move his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly just to make pressure around it, "only him? I feel jealous," Jisung whispers in your other ear, breathing deeply as his hips grind against your ass, making you back arch to the feeling of both of them, so tempt to enter in you.

"mhm, she's gonna have us both right? cause you're a good slut." His words makes you even wetter now, jisung and Minho connect their lips once again as you gasp and moan louder to feel minho's cock pushing himself inside your pussy. "feel so good," the oldest whimper and moan against jisung's lips, the other guy hold the back of his head with his hand.

You arch your back against jisung's chest, and you can feel jisung's cock pressing against your slit already stretch out where minho keep thrusting in you without stopping. His stamina will drive you crazy.

"Jisung, get in, please," you beg the younger as you grind your hips towards them, Minho is just pushing himself, you can feel everything, you can feel this muscles contract; their cocks grinding against each other inside you and that makes you scream for pleasure. Having both of inside you right now is the best thing that you ever felt.

They move together, with the best synchronization that just them two could have, you're between them as they hold your hips and thighs, minho kiss you as jisung bites your shoulder, "it's fucking good, this.. a-ah! amazing.."

"perfect pussy, sluttie," Jisung groan in your ear as your back, breathing heavily as you can just be there, feeling the best sex in your life because of your two best friends. You open your mouth for breath and the guy is behind you grab your chin, turning your face to him and he collect saliva in his mouth and then spits on yours, that feels almost too much good to be true.

Their cum exploding in your cunt, filling you up at the same time as they moan loudly, the overstimulation makes you squirm and shakes all over her body. Your juices is mix with theirs now, running down your thighs as you slowly move away from their bodies, too sore to talk; to sore to actually be able to face them. "you are, quite something," Minho chuckles breathless, as he moves beside Jisung, his head falls on your shoulder, grabbing gently your hand. Your eyes are falling down, you're feeling the chocolate-effect slowly release from your body as your second orgasm.

"we should buy more chocolate."

author note! finally, I finished this work! I hoped you guys likes it ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა @lyramundana

[cleolinda]

I’ve read a few of the umpteen thousand upset comments about the paid Watcher service, and I’ve read comments angry about the upset comments. There’s one thing I want to point out, and it’s that this isn’t, or shouldn’t be, “You’re saying people don’t deserve to earn money for their work.”

The Watcher guys do deserve to earn money. I already give them money. I give them $5 a month on Patreon, not because I think they do or don’t give me $5 worth of media, but because I want to support them. I canceled Netflix for pissing me off with its price hike/ad tier, but I give Watcher Entertainment money.

They’re saying now that the Patreon will be solely about the podcasts, and they understand if people leave. I’m perfectly happy to switch the support I can afford to the streaming service. With the early adopter 30% discount, I’d actually save money. In fact, I tried to subscribe, but the site didn’t work.

Watcher wanting to profit from their shows isn’t the problem. It’s that they’re now discovering that their fanbase is young and broke in a terrible economy, judging by tens of thousands of comments on multiple platforms. I can throw them $5/month, so I do. But the Patreon only has (checks notes) 5874 paying followers, and there’s a reason for that. $60/year upfront would not be “accessible.” Patreon is literally patronage from the people who can afford it.

If the guys had said up front, “ONLY new shows and episodes will be exclusive to the service,” I think we’d be having a different conversation right now. But at first they did say, “We’re pulling all our content from YouTube,” to the point where Variety had to issue an update. Like, that’s in print and I’m pretty sure it was on video. Now they’ve backtracked to ONLY new etc.—but most people haven’t heard, and they feel crushed. And the trust is probably gone regardless.

So now four years of back catalogue will stay public. And now, you’re paying $6.99 a month for one episode, maybe two, of something a week, and now, not an exclusive back catalogue. I would pay for Watcher shows before I’d pay for anyone else, but I just don’t think the company is big enough yet for a SVOD at that price. They’re not Dropout size. They needed to build more programming and get a higher follower count first, or at the very least, charge less.

The international price/exchange rate situation is a nightmare and I don’t know what it is they’re not doing to make it… not… be like that.

I don’t know what they should have done instead of a full streaming service, but surely there were alternatives? I’ve seen comments from people suggesting they GET a Patreon. Lean on that more! Do the shows exclusive for a month and then let them roll onto YouTube! I don’t know! Anything but One More Fucking Streaming Service, which enraged me, and I was willing to move my support to it!

And I shouldn’t say this, but I will. In the “Goodbye YouTube” video the guys posted, they say that setting up the streaming service has allowed Steven to do a remake of Worth It where he and his cohosts travel the world and eat expensive food. This is the first new show they announce. Not “We have always been committed to diversity and we’re now able to bring on new creator(s) to expand our programming.” No, a redo of an old show that by definition has got to be expensive. Commenters are saying they can’t pay for the streaming service because they can’t make ends meet in this economy. The optics are terrible. I genuinely question what the thought process even was here.

I love the guys and I still watch their shows. I want to see Watcher succeed. I started watching Buzzfeed Unsolved in 2018 while recovering from surgery—as with a lot of people, their shows got me through a tough time. I’m as attached as anyone. If I can continue to afford monthly support—this is not a certainty—I’ll give it to them. I’m not a ~hater who doesn’t want Watcher to make money. But I am absolutely BAFFLED by every single decision here. I want them to figure out how to turn this around and go in a better direction, because right now, this ain’t it.

[mochiwrites]

One of the hermits sits Grian down one day and tries to tell him Scar loves him, and Grian, just as faithful to the bit as he is to his husband, just keeps brushing them off.

But then they tell him everything Scar went through while Grian was missing, things they think Grian might not know or realize. How Scar would leave Hermitcraft for weeks on end to scour Highpixel and any other server they'd ever been to and come home exhausted and distraught. How Scar would beg Doc to build some universe-breaking contraption that could find anyone and get angry when told it wasn't possible. How Scar would cry for hours some days and be an emotionless husk the next.

So yes, they tell Grian, who is now in tears himself, Scar loves you. Just tell him how you feel.

Grian goes straight to Scar and apologizes for the 100th time for doing that to him, and Scar just holds him and tells him that none of that matters, that he's home and safe and that's all Scar needs.

“Scar loves you.”

Grian blinks as he stares at both Impulse and Bdubs, the pair looking at him with uncharacteristically serious expressions. This is… not what he expected when being asked to meet at Bdubs’ monolith. “Well yeah, of course he does.” They’re married. Of course he knows! Not that Impulse and Bdubs are aware of that part, at least. It’s been a very funny bit going between himself and Scar.

“No G,” Bdubs argues, making Grian’s brows furrow, “Scar loves you.”

He knows that.

Impulse glances at Bdubs before sighing quietly. “Scar never mentioned how he was when you went missing, did he?” His voice is soft as he asks, calm and friendly.

Slowly, Grian shakes his head. They had of course spoken at length about how hard it was on both sides — with Grian being pulled apart and molded into the perfect little Watcher, and Scar wondering every night if he’d ever see his husband again. But Scar never seemed to want to talk about it much outside of his nightmares. Those nights were always hard, when Scar would cling to Grian, shaking like a leaf as he feared Grian being taken from him again. That was painful enough, he never wanted to press for more.

Bdubs scoffs, “The guy was a total mess! An absolute wreck without you around!”

Impulse elbows him, muttering a quiet “dude.” He looks back to Grian. “Bdubs isn’t uh, exactly wrong in saying that. Scar really didn’t handle you being gone too well.”

Grian tenses as an uneasy feeling sits in his stomach. Of course he knew that it hadn’t been easy for Scar. He can only imagine how badly Scar handled it, something he has a feeling he won’t have to imagine for much longer. If the sympathetic look Impulse is giving him is anything to go by.

“He tried to keep a brave face for a while, I think that was to keep us from worrying too much. Not that it worked much,” Impulse confesses with a weak chuckle. “He’d leave Hermitcraft at least once or twice a month for days at a time, said he was going to Hypixel to search for you. And every time he’d come home looking more distraught and tired than the last. It was… really hard to watch him break himself down like that.” Impulse frowns, absentmindedly brushing off his pants leg.

Hearing that makes Grian’s heart hurt. ‘Oh Scar…’ He can picture it so clearly, his husband racing all over Hypixel, asking anyone and everyone if they knew about Grian or his whereabouts. Going at it for multiple days. Grian imagines him going back to their apartment, collapsing in their bed. He probably exhausted himself often, doing that. Had he been properly taking care of himself? No… probably not.

“And that’s not even touching the stuff with Doc, either!” Bdubs cuts in, earning Grian’s attention. “Do you know how many times during Hermitcraft meetings he’d beg Doc to make some world breaking machine to find you?!”

Impulse grimaces, “Doc would tell him no every time, and gosh, I’ve never seen him get so angry before.”

Neither has Grian.

His wings drop slightly, chest aching at the thought of how much pain Scar must’ve been in. And for so long…

“Cub and I caught him crying a lot,” Bdubs continues, just a tad softer as the air in the room shifts around. Both he and Impulse seem to pick up on Grian’s reaction, the response. “Sometimes he’d cry for hours, or stare obsessively at his communicator. And the next day it was like we were looking at some shell of him.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “He was flat out emotionless, G. I think I could count the number of times I saw him smile on one hand.”

No, that doesn’t sound right. Scar is a man who never stops smiling. He has a smile that’s capable of lighting up the whole room. It’s hard to picture him now without one. Because it’s Scar. Wonderfully bright and happy Scar. The man Grian loves more than anything in the world. For him to lose that…

Impulse reaches out, setting a hand on Grian’s shoulder. “But he brightened up the moment he saw you again, G. You’re Scar’s world, man. He loves you more than anything. So just… be honest with him. Tell him how you feel, yeah?”

Grian sucks in a rough breath, willing his vision to clear as he meets Impulse’s gaze.

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It doesn’t take Grian very long to find Scar afterward.

He spots his lovable man right in Main Street of Scarland, humming to himself as he constructs a trolley by some flowerbeds. He looks focused, very much in the zone of building as he rests out a color palette or two.

Grian doesn’t hesitate to interrupt him, dropping down beside him. “Scar,” he gets out, of course startling the man.

Scar jumps with the usual goofy yell of his, hard hat falling off his head and hitting the ground with a resounding thud. He looks over at Grian, shocked expression melting into one of fondness as they lock eyes. “Oh! Well if it isn’t the love of my li— oof!”

He’s cut off as Grian barrels right into him, arms wrapping tight around his torso as he buries his face into Scar’s neck. Scar stumbles backward as he rushes to hug Grian back, pressing him close. “Whoa there. Not that I’m upset about this, but what’s with the sudden hug, lovebird?”

“I’m sorry.” Grian pressed his face further against Scar, wrapped up in the familiar smell of spice and earthy tones. “I’m sorry I — I didn’t know how bad it was I—” he breaks off, squeezing his eyes shut, voice wet and shaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you about what?” Scar questions, his voice ever so soft as he moves to cards his fingers through his hair, picking up on his distress.

“How it was for you those years I was missing.” Grian wraps his wings around him on instinct, needing him close. He feels the way the other stiffens, going tense in his hold. “I’m so sorry, Scar.”

Scar shushes him, shaking his head as he presses a kiss against his hair. “You have nothing to apologize for, G,” he murmurs. “You’re here now and safe in my arms. That’s the only thing I care about.” And he means it. He and Grian could go through a thousand different trials, but none of them would matter, so long as Scar could hold him and keep him safe again. “You’re home. You’re here. That’s all I need, everything else is in the past.”

Grian’s breath shakes with a quiet and distressed noise, guilt flooding him. He mumbles a few more apologies; for leaving Scar, for not being there, for leaving him to struggle alone. “I love you so much,” he says, “I love you.”

Scar continues to hold him, kissing him all over. “I love you too, sunshine.”

[doublel27]

We Are: Queer Found Family and Romance

Or the meta I didn’t intend to write.

It’s taken 9 eps (of me admittedly watching We Are through gifs and clips on Twitter, because I have yet to pay for iQIYI and I am bad at grey watching) but I think I have figured out the central conflict/plot of We Are and why the mostly linear narrative of Phum and Peem with the in media res relationships of our other three pairings made this impossible to fully tease out until we got all the pieces.

The through line that connects all of these stories about how incredibly hard it can be to be part of a queer friend group when the lines of friendship and romance blur, especially when there’s a real aspect of found family to that group.

Two things really cemented it for me this week: Tan telling the gang (and therefore the audience) the full scope of his background with Fang, as well as the beginning of Phuwin’s IG live where he talks about why he likes Kluen as a character is that he’s very direct with people he likes and isn’t blurring the lines between friends and possibly fucking up the friendship.

Because that’s the central problem that all four main couples of the show grapple with in different ways. I’m gonna get into all of that under the cut.

I’m going to start with Tan and Fang because aou contains multitudes and is my beloved while going for Fang could have always messed up his relationship with Phum, we find out in episode 9 that Tan met Fang first. Unsurprisingly, it’s not a great first meeting between what are seemingly two known fighters of what appear to be rival high schools. But then Tan finds Phum and Fang being jumped by a group from his own high school and saves them and eventually becomes friends with them sometime two years+ before the start of our story. Within this time, Tan falls so far in love with Fang, who can both out bitch and out fight, him that Tan goes full simp instead and cuts out the fighting(love that for him).

And mixing his reveal to his friends of how he met Fang and how Fang eventually consumed his waking thoughts to the point he would wish to order Fang as a pizza topping (my love for Tan is immeasurable).

But take us back to episode 2 (which is now on YouTube for US watchers for how long I don’t know) and Tan has clearly not seen Fang in awhile. He asks Phum to invite Fang out where Tan will happen to be. At the time, it was taken as Tan and Phum are university friends and Tan and been obsessed with Fang ever since and needs Phum to make the connections. But the clues that Tan and Fang were also close were already laid down. Their exchange goes:

Tan: Hey. It’s been awhile. Right?

Fang: I thought you were dead.

Tan: Come on. I haven’t seen you in ages either. (That’s the English translation, but the flow of the conversation connotes that Fang hasn’t sought him out either)

At which point Phum makes the face he always makes when Tan is in Fang hyperfocus mode of looking away and sighing. And Fang pointedly asks why Phum invited him out and what is going on.

Which is a weird exchange when you think Tan is Phum’s friend who is obsessed with Fang. It is a less weird exchange between friends that have been avoiding each other for an unspecified amount of time. And we can assume Tan started avoiding Fang because he was madly in love with him and didn’t know how to handle it and didn’t tell Fang why he was avoiding him.

In the episode 9 speech to his friends, Tan outlines that he didn’t think Fang would ever reciprocate his feelings (that it was impossible) and didn’t want to fuck with the friendship (at which point Pun sends a longing look to Chain but we’ll get back to that later) with Fang and Phum and he buried it. Until he couldn’t live with it any longer and decided to do something about it.

Which with the limited information we have, his feelings were already fucking with his friendship. He already didn’t know how to approach Fang because of his feelings at the start of the show, so is it better to not try and hope the romantic feeling dies while avoiding your friend or shoot your shot and maybe get a boyfriend out of it or maybe continue to fuck up your friendship. Tan chooses to roll the dice and it’s clear from the moment they leave the bar in episode two that Fang likes him back.

They both watch each other when they think the other isn’t looking. Fang is the one who sends Phum and Peem home together and sets himself up with a taxi ride with Tan. It’s particularly interesting to me after episode 9, this exchange, because Fang looks at a passed out Peem, mouths Peem? And proceeds to ask Phum if this is the guy that hit him while Tan snickers and Peem looks like the saddest wet cat. It’s only after the affirmative from Phum that Fang is essentially like “well, you can take him home Phum. Take home your drunk friend who hit you and I will go home with Tan.” Which our besotted Tan jumps at.

And considering the parallel between Tan and Fang meeting and Tan immediately sassing him and Fang throwing a punch leading to a fight, and Phum ruining Peem’s painting which led to mutual sassing and a kick to the nuts and a fight…I don’t know if Fang is a mastermind and connected the dots because these brothers need someone who will occasionally not be afraid talk back if need be and sees the potential for Phum to care as much about Peem as Fang does for Tan. Or if he just wants time alone with Tan and doesn’t see it. Look, I wouldn’t be surprised if Fang is secretly a long game mastermind.

Once they’re alone, Tan and Fang steal glances and flirt in the way that Tan makes very loud attempts at flirting and

Additionally, Fang is reserved like Phum, and seemingly as isolated as his only friends seem to be Phum’s friends. We don’t know if he is just not paying attention to other members of the architecture faculty or knows stuff about Kluen he won’t share. As previous parts of this narrative are folded in later episodes, we may find out. What we do know is he’s either ever only appeared alone or in connection to Tan and Phum and Phum’s friends. Even with the flashbacks, Tan points out that the head of the Fang, head of cheer club, approaches him alone and later it’s just Fang and Phum when Tan finds the group of guys jumping them. We know he and Phum adopt Toey who is bullied in high school. It makes sense why he’s potentially reserved about pushing things with Tan if Tan becomes his first real high school+ friend that he has outside of his brother.

Which is why by the time we get to episode 5, Fang says yes before Tan finishes talking. He’s been waiting but also wasn’t willing to be the first to put himself out there. And considering how much Fang and Phum seem to live in their heads and not in the world with everyone else, I can see why he needed Tan to be the one to commit to it first, especially with Fang’s later comments about not understanding why hanging out with him is a preference of Tan’s. I do hope we cross his “don’t tell tan how gone I am on him” bridge later in the narrative. Cause I think Tan knows, but also it’s nice to hear.

Let’s go back to another long-suffering pair where only one half really knew why they were suffering, and the other got a nasty shock, QToey.

I know the guys are all team if Toey loves Q and Q loves Toey then why is Q so hesitant? And I get it, but let’s talk about the double shock Q suffered and the potential layers of risk Q is facing.

It’s not just that Q is cautious with his heart. That is a factual truth. It’s why he ghosted Milk Frappe Boy, because while he fell in love with Milk Frappe Boy I think there was a deep worry, and a self esteem issue that the reality of Q, instead of Pencil Senior, would not be enough for Milk Frappe boy. So Q bolted and then deeply regretted said bolting enough say so to both Toey, not knowing the truth, and to Peem.

But the fact that he learned that Toey was indeed Milk Frappe boy at the same time he learned all of his best friends, his family for all intents and purposes, also knew and no one told him. And the way the confrontation is staged between Q and Toey, it is Q against Toey and everyone else is behind Toey.

And that, friends, that’s the real third rail for Q.

It’s one thing to know that he loved Milk Frappe Boy and that he loves Toey. And that is scary enough. The fandom loves to joke about how Toey is everyone’s little brother and they’ve all adopted him: and that is a correct assessment. But that means if Q fucks it up with Toey, he stands a chance in his mind of everyone else choosing Toey over him.

That fear doesn’t even feel that unfounded when everyone calmed Toey down mostly before Peem, Q’s true bestest friend, came out to be with him. Like Peem caught Toey before going after Q. The next episode nearly every character but Q (aside from Fai who is at all connected to this group) shows up to plan how to support Toey in getting Q.

And while I know my brain cell-less brain trust fully believe they’re helping Q, no one actually seems to ask what Q wants. Aside from Peem trying to get him to come to some that first night on the curb, no one ever asks. And that night all Q wants is to sleep in a pile with his four best friends, because that’s his family. Losing them is even scarier than losing Toey. In essence he’s lost Milk Frappe Boy once. He could do it again. But if they chose Toey…IDK.

We don’t know anything about their families really, aside from Peem’s lovely aunt and the fact that Phum doesn’t get along with his dad. And I get why when the focus is really on these large groups of found families (that are becoming one large found family) that the audience is really in love with. The bonds between the friends are just as much a part of the romance as the actual romances. Because the friendship is where the complications come from.

And while I can’t speak to mlm spaces, as I have never identified as a man, within queer wlw and non-binary spaces there are jokes about dating yourself out of friend groups. There are people you used to know who you don’t anymore because you dated someone in the friend group and were too new and got bounced. Or you date and the way it ends make everyone choose one side. Or, a person in the friend group has a crush on another person in said group, that is an open secret but when the person who was crushed upon gets a new relationship people get mad at them for not dating the person in the friend group who liked them all along because didn’t everyone know. (None of these are from personal experience I assure you 🙃)

And it doesn’t always happen like that. Sometimes the people figure out a friendship or a queer platonic solution when they’re not attracted to each other anymore. Sometimes they orbit around the friend group like two comets on opposite trajectories, occasionally crossing in awkward moments. Sometimes everyone gets past the weird. Sometimes no one does.

But that’s the risk that we’re playing in this show. I can choose the romance, but if it doesn’t work out, I am gambling this safe zone.

Which is gonna bring me to our last two pieces of this: one has had the most development and one the least but both are struggling.

I’m gonna start with Chain and Pun who are the most unhinged, gay yearning codependent besties that exist in the middle of the week and give Potae and Payos on Only Boo a real run for their money. (Both have lips touching earlobes and I don’t have a platonic answer for either) The thing is, I think both Chain and Pun are very aware of the mutual feelings. They both have moments where you know they’re aware but neither will do anything about it. And they are in the case of the story, the most embedded in one single friend group, and have the potential to explode their core group of five if things go sideways.

Now, they’re also the pair that has been effectively dating this entire time without actually dating. The ear biting and the blowing on things in the other’s mouth and the…I don’t have platonic explanations for their behavior okay? I don’t. Not naming it keeps it from being real though. It’s a collective hallucination or the biggest game of chicken.

Eventually, though, one of them is going to cross the line in a way that can’t be erased or the line redrawn. And it’s gonna have to be big because their friends watched them gaze longingly into each other's eyes for 20+ seconds and thought it was normal. Because this is how they are.

And that brings us to not quite friends not quite lovers and not quite enemies, Phum and Peem. The risk is, as discussed in many other metas, mostly on Phum’s side here and it’s why he spent the episode so hesitant. Yes he started off particularly entitled and rude. His and Peem’s relationship started as a fight (but so did Tan and Fang) and Phum feels incredibly comfortable with Peem. He’s definitely neurodivergent coded my Phum, which doesn’t make his assholery okay, but it explains his hesitancy to try new things and his struggle with making friends and expressing his feelings.

He’s got friends but he doesn’t feel particularly deeply connected to them. Yes, Beer makes time for him and actively seeks him out to give advice. He and Fang have a level of sibling codependency that hints at neglect and Fang protecting Phum at all costs. We see Tan approach Phum most of the time and while some of that is angling to get to Fang, Tan does genuinely care. But Tan is also incredibly loud which seems to be a lot for our neurospicy Phum, and Tan also has his large found family with Peem. Same with Toey, who Phum and Fang adopted long ago, and clearly Phum adores him, but he’s also the little brother of the art faculty.

And Peem is a very loving and giving soul and he makes time and space for Phum even though he’s annoying and high handed and gets Phum out of his ruts and comfort zones. And Phum clearly wants Peem to choose him, because Phum has already chosen even if he hasn’t said “I like you and want to date you.” He’s said other very direct things about how safe he feels with Peem and how connected he feels to other people by hanging out with Peem. And Peem is this safe space for him to go out and connect with the world without it being overwhelming and he even feels more connected to his own friends.

And that’s the danger that Kluen represents and what Phum struggles with. He wants Peem to choose him, but he also doesn’t want to force Peem to make a choice and not choose him, and then lose out on the experiences he’s building with Peem as well as a break in some of the connections he has with the people closest to him as Fang and Toey find love within Peem’s group. And so again, the question comes around, is it better to stay in this limbo where no one says anything and maybe Peem dates Kluen but I get to keep him as a friend, or do I roll the dice like Tan and maybe win.

I think it’s been a hard thread to pull because without the context of Tan & Fang meeting first, and Phum and Peem mending their relationship to become something akin to friends who kiss sometimes and don’t talk about it, and the lingering feelings of betrayal for Q by his friends (where they learned about his largest secret/mystery and NO ONE TOLD HIM) which are later revelations in the course of the show, they feel like different types of love stories without the mess of friendship blurring the lines. The story feels linear, because we start in a school year with the meeting of Phum and Peem, the connections between the other characters are older than this year, leaving some of their stories in media res.

And it’s an interesting core struggle taking a risk when the line between who you’re friends with, who you depend on, and who you’re attracted to blurs and the potential for rifts in your safety net are everywhere. It’s not the first show with this as a central tangle nor is it specific to queer television. But the reality of the deep ties that can exist within queer friendships and how they form deep supportive communities makes the stakes higher. And that’s why the friendships are developed nearly as much if not more than some of the romances. That’s where a lot of the risk lies for these characters.

Anyway, that’s nearly 3K of thoughts I didn’t know I had in me about We Are until today. But here we are.

[phoenix10km]

THERES SO MANY DYNAMICS.

Grian, a former watcher either trying to thwart their plans or helping them for some reason. Nobody knows he’s a watcher but it’s clear his power is growing the longer he’s in the games. Third through Limited he was on the same playing field as the rest, but when the portal opened in secret life? Something changed. Now he know what the watchers have planned, he’s able to help his Allies with the information.

Scott, the first to know about the watchers. And is clearly against them. Giving the watchers what they want is not an option to him; but can’t seem to consistently stop them from what they want. After his first boogey curse, she felt the dread and the fear that came with the thought of not securing that kill; not fulfilling the watchers hunger for negative emotions. That’s when he started hating whatever put them there a second time. Despite a faceless enemy he decided to purposely fail his second boogey curse defying the watchers; and when he wins because of that decision he finally gets to see his enemy. Throughout the series he tries to defy them, refusing to take Pearl on as his soulmate, trying to make an Honorable match of the final fight in limited. Refusing to die on anyone else’s terms in secret life.

Maryten, the only one that has some awareness of gods, and the only one brought to the brink of insanity in limited life. He knows their out there, all winners do. But they contacted him before he won; heard them before he won. They favor him, either as a play thing or they want to give him an important roll.

Scar is being pitted as a tragedy, or a villain. Never a hero. The watchers clearly like to push him to his limits. He was so.. happy in third life, fierce loyalty in grian, and they trusted each other so deeply. He didn’t know grian would change after he beat scar limp in the cactus ring. It first started with Grian tricking him and stealing one of his lives in last life. Then cheating on him in double life with big b and getting him killed. Then grian out right stabbing him in the back in limited life. The watchers were pushing scar to snap through grian; and finally in Secret life they gave him a chance to let all the hurt out, to be the villian. He took it. and in a twist, a universe where scar was never meant to win (I have my reasons to thing) grian of all people helped via a completely unrelated suicide mission to kill gem and the Scott’s, significantly weakening them. Now I’m wild life we are seeing them work through the issues, through the hurt and betrayal now that scar can see the influence of the watchers.

Jimmy, If Maryten is the watchers favorite play thing; Jimmy is their favorite toy to break. Time, and time, and time again Jimmy fell victim to a curse the watchers put on him. For him to always be the first to fall. He was supposed to always be their canary. A warning the end is near. A sign of the unavoidable disasters ahead. Feeling so hopeless until the watchers got to focused on scars villian arc; and like sand Jimmy barley slipped trough the watchers fingers. It gave him hope as Lizzie had fallen into the void, he realized there was a way out despite his demise not long after hers. Now, he’s carried that hope to wild life, praying that maybe he would not be the first; and while to watchers were upset about their slip of control in secret life, their gods, and oh boy did it boost their egos to have someone pray for their mercy, pray that they would spare his life just a bit longer. And they did, Jimmy is the first they’ve listened to; and maybe even had mercy on.

These are just my headcannons on certain relationships these characters have with the watchers. I know I didn’t mention two of the winners, mainly because I don’t see Pearl having a relationship with the watchers really, if anything maybe she sees them as cruel? I’d have to flesh it out more. As for cleo while I consider real life cannon story wise and count her as a winner, it’s tough to slot real life in. I think it’s a punishment for the players defying what the watchers wanted to happen in Secret life? But again it needs to be fleshed out more.

[iris-the-illustrator]

Au information

In this AU Mumbo time travels all the way back to Evo in order to prevent Grian from becoming a Watcher.

Timeline 1: mostly everything is the same, Because unfortunately telling someone who barely knows you and a group of other people who you barely know that you’re from the future doesn’t convince anyone, things play out as usual until Grian is taken. Mumbo of course is devastated but after that the others realise he wasn’t crazy and try to hear him out, he try’s to figure out a way to escape but one by one people go missing until eventually the last survivors celebrate their last Christmas together.

Timeline 2: Mumbo keeps quiet about the whole thing, he try’s to give subtle hints here and there but nothing too obvious.

He gets along with everyone much better and for much longer in this timeline up until the end fight, he try’s to convince the others not to go giving any excuse he can that isn’t the truth but eventually they all go without him. Things play out again but this time the others turn on Mumbo, they figure out that he must have known something about this and demand to know why he didn't warn them, pushing all the blame onto him.

Timeline 3: after that Mumbo gives up on the others and focuses his efforts solely on Grian while Grian was always his priority he still wanted to make sure everyone could get out in the end. He still wants everyone saved but this time he gathers that if he can save Grian first the rest should follow naturally, this is the start of Mumbo becoming detached from everyone else. He has to start his relationship with Grian from scratch but due to his focus on Grian he lets Taurtis become lost, he dose his best to comfort Grian but still keeps quiet for the most part about his knowledge of the future.

Mumbo starts to feel bad he let Taurtis slip his mind to the point of just letting him vanish off the face of the planet so against his better judgment he and Grian decide to go look for him however Mumbo didn’t know anything about the world Taurtis vanished to and despite doing everything he can to make sure things go smoothly he and Grian are separated, Mumbo eventually falls into a rift that brings him back to the over world but he realises by the time he returned he’s the only one left.

Timeline 4: Mumbo using his knowledge of the Listeners from previous timelines try’s to use summoning circles and his own Devine magic to get into contact with them sooner, once he gets their attention they plan a way to get out. Mumbo knows too well at this point the people of Evo won’t believe him, but maybe they will listen to them. At first the plan goes smoothly, however getting the Listeners to act sooner causes the Watchers to act sooner, one by one people are snatched and the Watchers start tampering with or even impersonating the Listeners messages causing people to become confused some people falling for it while other stay on track but the Watchers are clever and eventually everyone is taken.

Timeline 5: The previous timeline was the furthest Mumbo had ever gotten into saving Grian and the others, so he’s convinced this is the way. he try’s it again using his knowledge of the future to make sure he and Grian stay on the right path unfortunately in his rush to escape with Grian he neglects the others. He still tries to get them to follow him but he gives up on trying to stop them when they ignore him, he’s grown sick of watching them make the same mistakes. Eventually its just him and Grian left and Grian is understandably getting very frustrated and very concerned about Mumbo he clearly knows something he’s not letting onto. He doesn't want to believe Mumbo is leading him to his death but after seeing all his friends vanishing one by one and Mumbos almost compete apathy towards them raises suspicions. After several failed attempts to separate them the Watchers succeed in luring them both away from the Listeners, they both to walk right into their clutches and this leads Mumbo to believe the Listeners abandoned them.

Timeline 6: this is the part where Mumbo says to himself “screw it!” And just straight up kidnaps Grian. Telling people about the future won’t work, keeping quiet about the future won’t work, going to another dimension won’t work, calling upon celestial entities for aid won’t work! He’s running out of options and is rapidly becoming desperate. He knows full well that doing this is unforgivable, he knows full well that if this somehow ends up being the plan that succeeds he will never be able to enjoy his future with Grian as this will justifiably cause Grian to despise him. He knows that even once all this is over and Grian somehow had the patience to hear him out on everything he’s done for him it will never be enough, he’s convinced Grian would never truly believe him. But at this point he doesn’t care, he cares for Grians safety and the eventual safely of everyone else. Mumbo sacrificed a lot to get this far, if he must sacrifice his future with Grian to create a world where Grian is free from danger so be it.

Timeline ???: It’s been so long for Mumbo, yet for the others no time has passed at all. Every time Mumbo went back in time his soul would fracture slightly and the Devine magic from Grains soul would fill the gaps holding his unstable soul together but this caused him to lose more and more of himself every time he returned. The Watchers continue to observe the strange entity that wandered into their domain and violated their laws, however they continue to allow him to destroy himself in vain. Or Maybe it won’t be in vain because if Mumbos fate is leading where they suspect it is perhaps they won’t need Grian to join their ranks after all.

If there’s anything you’d like to add or take away from this AU please let me know, this concept has been on my mind for a while.

Im also still not sure what I’m going to call this AU

I’ll delete this part and update the tags when I’ve finally decided but please feel free to suggest

[augustinewrites]

listening to the amurta darshan’s faculty argue over budgets is positively mind-numbing, and alhaitham can feel his brain cells dying off with each agonizing minute that ticks by. 

this is only his second meeting as the acting grand sage, but he’s already looking forward to retiring. he’s been mapping out his retirement plan for the last ten minutes, actually. he’ll move to liyue, build a house on a very, very high mountaintop, and spend his days reading from sunrise to sunset—

“acting grand sage, what are your thoughts on the matter?”

listening to petty squabbles between old men in his capacity as the scribe is one thing, but having to direct the squabbles is wholly another. 

he sits up, doing his best to shake the stupor from his mind before quickly glancing down at the notes his assistant places in front of him. 

“naphis,” he says, genuinely surprised. “you intend to relinquish your position as sage?” 

alhaitham isn’t truly listening when amurta’s (now former) sage produces an explanation. the next step is to find a solution. find a new sage. naphis’ long-winded soliloquy about ‘ushering in the new generation’ and ‘starting anew’ were simply redundant. 

he tunes back into the conversation when naphis says, “i’d like to recommend a former student of mine. tighnari.” 

alhaitham knows tighnari. would even go as far as to say he likes him. “of the avidya forest watchers, yes,” he murmurs. “i will reach out.”

he glances over at you when you shift in your seat, glancing at him with that look in your eyes. the one that tells him you have something you want to say. 

but then one of the faculty members begins a highly dramaticized account of an lab incident in pardis dhyai that “demands” the proper allocation of funds, and he sighs, realizing this will have to be addressed another time.

_____

the next few days are busy, as the shift of power within the akademiya demands near the entirety of his attention. that, combined with his reluctance to bring work home, lead him to follow up with you a week after the amurta faculty meeting. 

“what were you going to tell me?”

“hm?” you roll onto your side to face him, eyes barely open, considering it’s two in the morning. “when?”

he feels bad for waking you, knowing you’re exhausted from a twelve hour shift at the bimarstan. but he’d been penning his letter to tighnari earlier, and couldn’t stop pondering what you’d wanted to tell him last week.

“at the meeting,” he clarifies. “you were giving me…a look.”

“i give you lots of looks,” you yawn, nudging your face further into your pillow. “you are quite handsome.”

“don’t be cute,” he mutters, hoping the darkness of the room hides his blush. “you were looking at me like you knew something i didn’t.”

you blink a few times as the memory comes back. “which time? i give you that look multiple times a day, darling.”

normally, he finds your sass to be quite a turn on. just not when it’s directed at him. “the first time.”

“when you were talking about research grants?”

“not that time,” he frowns. “but— what do you know about that?”

“nothing,” you say much too quickly, but then you lean over, cupping his chin and looking him in the eye. “but when someone so, so pretty and extremely smart submits a grant application…”

“i will set up a private channel just for your submissions,” he promises.

“i was actually talking about kaveh, but that is very much appreciated. we do need new stethoscopes.” you pat his cheek a little harder than necessary, smiling.

“wait, kaveh?” he asks. “really?”

“oh yes,” you nod. “he was talking about an affordable housing project the other night. if the akademiya could spare the funds, he could even move into one of said houses himself…”

“finally admitting you want him to leave?” 

“haitham, he used that last of that face cream i bought in fontaine and keeps moving our furniture around. i don’t just want him to leave, i need him to leave. remember when he organized your bookshelves by colour?”

oh, he remembers, trust him. “i’ll have amani pull his application for review first thing tomorrow.” 

“a most wise decision,” you hum, about to roll back around when he gently grips your arm.

 “we’re not done. i was talking about when i mentioned reaching out to tighnari.”

“oh, that look,” you blink. “he won’t accept the position.” 

his brows raise in surprise, because who in their right mind would deny the role of sage? “and you know this how?”

“because we’re friends,” you tell him matter-of-factly. “and i know he’s made a commitment to lead the forest watchers. he’s doing good work there, along withconducting his research. i doubt he’d want to be saddled with a desk job on top of that. let alone one with the akademiya.”

“okay,” he shrugs. if you say he doesn’t want the job, then he doesn’t want the job. there’s no need to delve further into the specifics. “you know the amurta faculty better than i do. who should i ask?”

this time you send him a flat look, pulling away from him and taking the duvet with you. “haitham, i’ve entertained your poor attempt at pillow talk thus far, but if you wish to continue discussing this so bad, why don’t you go find amani? i’m sure she’d love to spend the night with you.” 

he rolls his eyes, trying and failing to reclaim the duvet. “jealousy is quite the unbecoming trait, you know.” 

“go to sleep, acting grand sage.”

alhaitham shuts up, because, well, you’d titled him. that was a warning sign in itself that he’d deprived you of your sleep for long enough. but you don’t protest as he pulls you close, pressing a kiss to the back of your head, still overthinking. his mind won’t rest until he finds a solution. 

“stop overthinking it,” you mutter into your pillow. “you’ll figure something out. you always do.”

you’re right, he realizes. maybe the solution is right in front of him. 

_____

alhaitham is halfway through reading kaveh’s application when he hears your muffled threats to his assistant right outside his door.

“move, amani. or i’ll make you!”

amani has a much better sense of self-preservation than he thought, because it’s not a second later that his office doors burst open, and you let yourself in. 

“when i told you that you’d figure it out, i didn’t mean this!” you exclaim, waving his letter in his face.

he takes your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it in an attempt to placate you, murmuring, “you don’t want to be a sage?” 

“of course i do,” you huff, snatching your hand back. “but— but i’m—”

“the logical choice,” he finishes for you, folding his hands atop his desk. “you obtained two degrees before 25, your thesis on elemental healing techniques is the gold standard, you’re the head of medical and you’re decently versed in botany.” 

“botany?” you repeat incredulously. “so maybe the neighbors are jealous of our garden and tighnari taught me how to use naku weed to make special brownies that one time–”

“they were very good brownies,” he assures you. “and you’re still an excellent candidate.”

you go off again, listing off all the reasons why it shouldn’t be you, but all that alhaitham sees is someone who is brave enough to hold their own in council meetings and even yell at the acting grand sage. you’re perfect.

even you sigh unnecessarily loud, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“i don’t intend to, no.”  

you’re silent for a long minute, clenching your jaw so hard that alhaitham worries for your teeth. 

“i want to make my own hours,” you tell him firmly. “i’m not going to be tied to a desk all day.” 

that was something he could certainly get on board with himself. “fine. anything else?”

“give me the day to think on it,” you shrug, moving to sit on the edge of his desk. alhaitham slides his chair back so your knees fit between his legs. “you really think i can do this?”

“the pros of you being amurta’s sage greatly outweigh the cons, so yes.” 

you fix him with a long-suffering look. “what were the cons?”

alhaitham thought himself an intelligent man, but he very nearly opens his mouth to answer your question before realizing the answer will likely end with him sleeping on the couch tonight. he chooses to keep his mouth shut, earning himself a little kiss before you sign the contract on his desk.

[theminecraftbee]

solving counting sheep prompt thing: three and joe trying to work on some project together

Three squints critically at a post in the ground.

“Your measurement is off,” it says.

“Why, thank you. Your eyesight is far greater than mine, so I very much appreciate you correcting the marks I’m using to decide how big and close the moon is getting!” Joe smiles at Three. Back when Three had first met her, Joe had smiled big quite often. These days, even that goofy, meant-to-be-a-gesture smile is drawn and exhausted. Joe is not designed to run on minimal sleep the way Three is; Joe is hardly the only Hermit staying up until the middle of the night these days.

Blocks rise around them.

Three has better vision than Joe. Blocks rise everywhere.

“I still think we should try Mumbo’s missile again. Or we should try a bigger missile.”

“I am afraid that didn’t work the first time!” Joe says, finishing their sign adjustments.

“That’s stupid,” Three says.

“That’s just how it is. Besides, big problems like that are for big problem havers! We’re out here, collecting data for the people who might actually be able to do something about it.” Joe pauses, shrugs. “I mean, if they exist. They probably don’t.”

“I could torture a Watcher into fixing it,” Three says glibly.

“No, you said that wouldn’t work,” Joe says. “Also, that’s morally questionable.”

Three does not fidget. It trains its eyes on the threat it can do nothing about. It lets out a trill that, for most mortals, is terrifying.

Nothing happens.

“I can make everyone leave,” Three says, quieter this time. “With better plans than—”

“The season’s hardly over. Iskall hasn’t given me my badge yet. I’m not leaving until I get that,” Joe says.

“That is a stupid plan. Don’t be stupid,” Three says.

“Are you leaving?”

“Not until Mumbo does. Especially not until—Pearl should know better. She did not leave last time. She was—was sad. She should know that—I won’t leave until she does,” Three says, halting as it trips over emotions it doesn’t understand.

“Then let’s not have this argument again.”

“Will comply,” Three grumbles.

“Besides, this new moon data is fascinating. Why, at this rate—oh no! I might not even finish my castle! I think I’m going to go work on the walls again, just in case,” Joe says.

“Affirmative,” Three says.

“See you around! If you happen to See any solutions with those big eyes of yours”—and here Joe winks, incredibly unsubtly—“please, by all means, let us all know!”

He leaves.

Three looks at a line of signs across the ground, scattered markers of how small the problem was a month ago. It’s grown so big so fast, and Three has still yet to figure out how to neutralize it.

No one has any orders to stay. No one has any reason to. Three doesn’t understand why they’re still staying.

Three won’t leave alone.

Three, Three doesn’t want—

It would be sad if Zedaph’s sheep experiment had to end early. It should not be buried under moon rocks and rubble. It should be remembered.

That’s all.

[quibbs126]

Oh yeah I been drawing these the past couple days. It’s mostly just random sketches

I don’t really know what I was doing with the line colors, but whatevs, it’s fine

First was the Dark Choco one, it was because I was thinking of the Nimona shark dance scene. I didn’t draw the shoulder pads because I didn’t want to

I think I wanted to draw one of the twin dragons with him, but since we don’t yet know what hey look like, I couldn’t

Then the Financier and Madeleine thing was just based on a headcanon I had about their relationship in the past. Basically my idea is that Financier was something of a mentor to Madeleine back in their academy days, with her being a couple years older than him. It’s also partially why in current day she’s not the fondest of him; not because she dislikes him, but because she’s frustrated he doesn’t live up to the full potential she knows he has. They’re supposed to be doing the Spider-Man pose meme

I had ideas for what to do for their hair, but nothing about their outfits. I just did whatever

After that I kind of ran out of ideas to draw. I asked someone on Discord and they told me to draw Parfait, so I drew her jamming out to rock on the floor. I had no references but I think it turned out fine

Then after that I decided to draw younger Carrow and Crunchy

Carrow was first, and it was like a redo of this old design I did of her old self back when I just got into the fandom

She’s supposed to be just starting out in the Watchers or training with them, around 12-14

Then after that I was going to draw small Crunchy Chip, but because I headcanon him to now be the oldest between this trio, I felt I had to draw him older to convey that, with him being around 18-20 here (at the time Carrow is 12-14). Honestly his design isn’t that good, Caramel Arrow’s is way better. I just didn’t really know what to do for it other than give him longer hair and maybe make him look moody? But yeah other than that he didn’t turn out that great

And after that I realized I had basically used the whole page, so might as well post

I might do more of these, who knows?

[featherlight-touches]

A Helpful Cyno

Cyno/Tighnari

a/n: some fluff at 3am, yay!

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Cyno discovered it during a cuddle session with Tighnari near the start of their relationship. It made sense to him why Tighnari responded this way when it was discovered but Cyno truly believed it was the most adorable thing he had ever witnessed in all his years.

Tighnari, being part fox, shared many common traits from his ancestors. For example, good hearing, a heightened sense of smell, agility and an occasional purr which he would always deny. These all made Tighnari, well, Tighnari and Cyno loved Tighnari.

His more recent discovery, the one that melted his heart every time, was that Tighnari loved a good tummy rub. The usually stern forest watcher went into a limp, blissed out mess once his tummy received a gentle rub or trace of fingers against it.

One evening, Tighnari had settled in his bed for the night, reading a book he had recently obtained from Sumeru City. His curiosity was piqued by the title alone and found himself quite intrigued by the story told.

Cyno, late home as per usual, had decided to take his place for the evening sprawled across Tighnari’s lap, one of his favourite places to rest.

“Busy day?” Tighnari asked down to the clearly exhausted General in his lap which was responded by a very tired groan of confirmation. Tighnari hummed and focused back on the pages before him whilst gently using his ungloved fingers to stroke through Cyno’s locks, the touch very comforting.

“How was your day?” Cyno then asked, craning his neck to see the forest ranger’s face behind his book.

“Fine. Although, I think I need to start putting more safety notices up so people pay attention to them when venturing out into the forest. If I have to treat someone again for something as silly as ‘gee, this plant looks edible I wonder what this tastes like’, I’m going to strangle them myself.”

Tighnari’s little rant caused Cyno to huff out a laugh. He knew that Tighnari didn’t mean it, but he understood the frustrations that came with being the leader of the forest rangers and he admired him greatly for it.

He gazed into Tighnari’s eyes for a moment, and he could see the exhaustion masked by the determination to read the book in his hand. If Cyno knew Tighnari, which he was certain he did, the forest ranger would get no sleep tonight because of this book and it was up to Cyno to intervene, he decided.

Cyno’s eyes lowered to the stomach that was level with his head and reached his hand out, letting the palm of his hand flatten out against Tighnari’s tummy. He smiled when he felt the slight twitch beneath his hand at the sudden contact.

“Don’t you start getting ideas,” Tighnari warned, playfully.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cyno feigned innocence, his hand gently gliding over the soft fabric of Tighnari’s vest. A sweet sound of satisfaction left Tighnari’s lips, and his ears began to twitch.

“Yes, you do,” Tighnari sighed but stubbornly tried to keep his focus on the book in his hands. This wouldn’t do, Cyno thought. He needed to try harder.

“I just want you to relax and get a good sleep. But that’s not going to happen unless you put the book down,” Cyno kept up his ministrations, feeling a tickle on his arm from Tighnari’s tail which swayed in comfort.

“You’re exaggerating!”

“Am I?”

Tighnari huffed and went back to reading, doing his best to ignore Cyno.

Desperate measures were needed. Cyno’s hand halted and grabbed the bottom of the vest that protected the bare skin underneath. As soon as skin touched skin, Tighnari gasped.

“Cyno! Your hands are cold!” He complained, lowering his book to try and grab the General’s wrist, but Cyno’s hand was quick to counter and began to claw at the soft skin of Tighnari’s tummy, reducing the forest ranger into a giggly mess. “Cynohoho!”

“Cy-yes!” he joked and if Tighnari wasn’t too busy giggling and squirming he would have definitely chided him for that joke.

“Plehehehease!” Tighnari pleaded, the squeaks starting to mix in with his laughter which Cyno took as his cue to return to more gentler methods.

“Alright, I won’t tickle anymore,” Cyno chuckled, letting his fingertips gently glide against Tighnari’s tummy, gradually applying more pressure to rubbing. Tighnari’s giggles eventually subsided and was replaced with the sweet sounds of his purrs. Success! “You’re adorable, Nari.”

“Shut up,” Tighnari’s cheeks tinted with a faint pink before he finally placed his book off onto the bedside desk and laying his head back into the soft pillows. “You win.”

Cyno smiled at his victory before placing a soft kiss to Tighnari’s tummy.

“Sleep well, Tighnari.”