#like in the scene from KE I stole the lines from

[braceletofteeth]

(insp.)

#kinnporsche #vegas kornwit theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn saengtham #vegaspete #1x13 #1x14 #gifset #* #// #it's supposed to be read as a dialogue #like in the scene from KE I stole the lines from #(for this to make sense please consider that Pete has already shot Vegas in the last gif. ok bye) #/// #ACTUALLY ACTUALLY #also also #consider that Pete probably dreaded the moment he would see Vegas again after the safehouse (as much as he longed for it) #because he had to follow the main family's orders #and any could be the day he would be assigned to kill Vegas #not only that #but Vegas had hurt him‚ personally‚ and a part of Pete wanted to hurt him back still #(which he later did by punching him?) #the thing is #Pete is also very protective of Vegas #so he wouldn't want that particular side of him to take over #he wouldn't let himself seriously harm Vegas‚ no matter how angry or hurt he felt #(I was going somewhere with these tags I swear. maybe later I'll add some sort of conclusion)

[teamsarawatshusband]

Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 6

First of all, as I gained a lot of new followers, just an FYI: This is me watching Word of Honor for the first time and writing down my thoughts as I go. Mostly it's me being confused as hell and giving all the characters weird names, because I can't remember the real ones. If this is not your thing, feel free to skip these posts and maybe blacklist "smirklord"

If you do choose to read along, please know that these are the most important characters:

Zhou Zi Shu = Baby Zi Shu/ Zhou Xu lord guy/alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy Wen Ke Xing = Smirky Xing/Smirky fan guy Gu Xiang = Purple Girl/my Purple Love/my Purple Queen Smirklord is my personal ship name for Zhou Zi Shu and Wen Ke Xing.

Previous episodes are here.

To anybody who was here before: Sorry that it took me so long to continue this. I accidentally came across a spoiler about my purple queen and I was pretty bummed about it. So I stopped watching for a while. Also, the show is getting more complex and I'm having a harder time remembering who everybody is. But anyway, let's go!

Episode 6:

LOL, Smirky Xing called Baby Xu Mom and wants to be carried. He's so cute when hallucinating.

Anyway, I'm glad Smirky Xing saved Baby Xu. Now, what's the thing he captured?

Baby Xu is hurt, thankfully he's also like a travelling pharmacist.

Oh, Smirky Xing, can I just point out that I have never before seen anybody accuse another person of being a serial killer with such a lovestruck expression on their face. And why do you keep insisting that you’re a good guy when nobody accused you of anything?

Oh, so the zombies and mummies weren't dead, but... living people controlled by someone? What?

LOL, "Do you have a dagger?" and Smirky Xing instantly pulls one out of his sleeve like it's no big deal, and who knows what else he keeps in there.

Ewww, is Baby Xu going to go stabbing at his own wounds? Please no.

Ewww, ewww, ewww. Oh, he's sucking out the poison I guess.

Waaah, what is Smirky Xing going to. - Oh. OMGOMGOMGOMG, eww, but also YESSS, you go for that shoulder kiss, honey, YES!  (Sorry, I had to rewind that moment a couple times). Let's rename Smirky Xing to Kissy Xing.

Oh, and this once and for all gave Baby Xu's diguise away. He didn't put make-up on his shoulder.

'Can you show me your real appearance' my ass. He wants to see you naked. And Baby Xu reminds him of consent. I mean, trust. But, really... consent.

OMG, "you can touch it." Yes! Touch it Baby Xu! Touch it!!!  Kissy Xing gave his permission!!!

Oooooh, they're dancing again!!!

OMG, they're going to the lake. Is this gonna turn into the dirty dancing lifting figure scene? PLEASE?

I don't even care, this 100% counts as the lifting scene.

Dude, what? Can you not swim? Baby Xu? You okay? He fell into the water, okay. But why doesn't he get back to the surface?????

Does he want to be saved? Please tell me he's not drowning. :O Kissy Xing looks so worried.

Whoa, where did his mask go? :O :O :O

Okay, okay, okay. Clothes on the drying rack, they're basically in their undies. And kissy Xing can't stop staring at Baby Xu's real face.

Real face baby Xu looks so much softer. Still pissy though, did he seriously just wipe the bottle neck? Come on, man. You had his lips suck on your skin already. I'm sure you can take his spit.

So kissy Xing's name is really Wen Ke Xing. And his face is really his face. I do wanna trust him so much. His voice is so soft all of a sudden. Wahhhh.

Oh, so the item they captured was from hanging ghost? But not the real one?

Kissy Xing, you killed the ghost guy while Baby Xu wanted to interrogate him. You say it was a mistake cause you were worried, but you could still very well be nuts guy and make sure nobody gives you away!

I feel a bit like Brad Pitt in Seven. WHAT'S IN THE BOX???!!!!

Zhou Zi Shu! Kissy Xing said the name. HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!! He recognized him!!!! He knows who he is. But he doesn't say so to his face. Why is everything so confusing???

Should I call Baby Xu Baby Zi Shu from now on?

Noo, don't cut away from smirklord, I wanna keep watching smirklord!

Meh, some stupid guitar guy doing a Jimmi Hendrix impression and lots of dead guys, who might not actually be dead standing in line for the concert tickets.

Some tall hat guy. Who is he? He gets VIP acess.

Is it just me or do you also find it annoying when they're playing instruments and the music doesn't match the finger movements?

Ok, Hendrix guy is scorpion king. Is he related to the scorpion assassins? Anyway, he's got really cool hair. Total rockstar vibes.

Tall hat guy is trying to be charming and coming across like a record label manager.

Okay, so they both don't know what happened and who killed the other ghost guy. Oh, wait, is tall hat guy the one who stole the glazed armor from uncle Zhao? Is the item that Kissy Xing and Baby Zi Shu captured a piece of glazed armor??? :O

Ok, tall hat guy is changing ghost.

Back to Smirklord! YES!

Okay, Baby Zi Shu figured out the item box thing? Is the blue glass thing the glazed armor??? Tbh, it looks a bit like the plastic part of some kid's braces.

Yooo, Kissy Xing coming in hot with the rabbit dowry.

Whoa, Baby Zi Shu just throws the glazed armor over to Kissy Xing, like it's no big deal. He really really doesn't want it. Nice return gift, though.

Okay, what is this flirting? Baby Zi Shu keeps stating that he's a bad guy you need to be terrified of, much like Kissy Xing kept saying he's a good guy. And now he's calling Kissy Xing a trouble.

LOL, Kissy Xing agrees on the gift idea. He wants to carry it on his body. Nice.

K, k, it's uncle Zhao's glazed armor. The kid must have his own armor somehow. And the ghost guys are trying to play all the other parties and make them doubt each other. I see.

Kissy Xing is so whipped, wow. He'll do anything, including gutting the rabbits.

LOL, they're trying to give the kid food. Like that EVER worked before at all. No, uncle Zhao, you dimwit, he does NOT have a good appetite, lol.

Why is everybody giving the kid a hard time about crying. His family got murdered, his two adopted dads left him all alone with the two weird uncles... Of course he's gonna cry. Duh.

Ah, geez, Uncle Shen, just shut up. You know nothing. (he's not smart enough to be called a-hole guy anymore, sorry)

Okay, so, three glazed armor pieces have been stolen from their owners. But Uncle Zhao still has his? Then whose piece was stolen the other night? What? And who is brother Lu? Was that the kid's dad?

Now there's two more older guys, who are they? Oh, one is Lord of Broken Sword Manor. Wait, wasn't that magenta guy? Or was that his son? Somebody PLEASE fill me in here.

The other one is brother Yu, whoever that is.

Seriously, every time pleated skirt soldier boss jerk uncle shen a-hole guy opens his mouth I wanna slap him.

Kissy Xing and Baby Zi Shu are wearing new clothes. When and where did they change? Were they together when they changed? Hehe, I need to know. For science.

They are returning to the bamboo woods and the bodies from the previous night are gone. Kissy Xing asks why Baby Zi Shu had the antidote to the hallucination drug. Actually, good question. Baby Zi Shu, why DID you have the antidote? Oh, it's a Window of Heaven thing?

WHATWHATWHAT? The illusion makes people see what they WANT THE MOST? And Baby Zi Shu drops this knowledge just like that while WE know that Kissy Xing called him by his real name, i.e. saw HIM, whilst under the illusion??? WHAT???

Nooo, Kissy Xing, why are you lying? Why won't you tell what you saw when you hallucinated? I wanna know too, gah!!!

Yo, Baby Zi Shu DEVELOPED the illusion drug? As a sleep remedy, lol. Nice.

K, who's the guy in the carriage at Sanbai Manor? Han Ying. Who is that? Have we seen him before?

Did Baby Zi Shu just tell Kissy Xing the truth about himself killing people, setting them on fire etc.? That came out super smooth.

They're talking about this heroes conference that was mentioned before, but I have no idea what it is, and what it relates to. I'm so bad at remembering TV series plotlines... I'm assuming that this conference is where the uncles take the kid to.

Aww, Baby Zi Shu keeps close by and watches over the kid.

Kissy Xing wants 30 copies of the glazed armor piece. And he is freaking rich, man.

Waaaah, my purple queen! I've missed her so much. And she's kept the other girls around. And they're playing strip mahjong, apparently, lol. Yes, good for her! Also, Bechdel test passed! Nice.

Where are they anyway? Which town is this? Was this mentioned, did I miss it?

K, so Kissy Xing wants to pay the two girls out so they'll leave (very obviously), but they don't want to. Is he going to make my queen kill them after all? And she gives him nuts in return. Hmm. I mean, seriously. He MUST be nuts guy. There were SO MANY hints.

Oh, he lets them stay and become My queen's servants.

What? What is this secret plan? What are they gonna do with the fake pieces of glazed armor?

Noooooo, don't end here!!!!!

Wahhh

Okay, what have I learned: Baby Zi Shu's real name! And that Kissy Xing knows him from somewhere. Also learned what glazed armor pieces look like. My queen loves playing strip mahjong. And people are meeting up for some heroes conference.

Goals for future episodes: Find out how Kissy Xing and Baby Zi Shu know each other. Finally finish that name chart thing and add all the new people, omg.

#word of honor #1st watch insta thoughts #word of honor ep 06 #smirklord

[thesinglesjukebox]

100 GECS FT. CHARLI XCX, RICO NASTY & KERO KERO BONITO - RINGTONE (REMIX)

[6.00]

At last, something we can all agree on...

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Chaotic Evil ft. Chaotic Good, Lawful Evil & Lawful Good. [8]

Brad Shoup: Please know that, due to my age and disorder in which everything sounds like pop-punk, I'm treating my delight in 100 gecs with extreme suspicion. The worried bruise of the original "Ringtone"'s bridge finds its double in Rico Nasty's gleefully conflicted verse. Sarah Bonito tries to sneak in a horror short, Charli chirps like a phone that's never going to voicemail. I feel like I'm listening to The Geometrid. I keep waiting for T-Pain, the human ringtone, to show up. [8]

Oliver Maier: I am slightly self-conscious about how much I like this, given that it is such blatant fan service for a) 20-somethings who frequent the main trifecta of [x]heads music subreddits b) Twitter stans who rabidly demand "COLLAB"s from their faves c) Anthony Fantano (only one of these applies to me). If the existence of this remix somehow precedes an uptick in collaborations between Extremely Online™ musicians then I can only hope that they all be so well-executed. The "Ringtone" remix is both wilder than the original and shockingly coherent, I think because all three performers tap into the most elemental versions of themselves. Charli's verse and perfect delivery of an already-great hook would be at home on the cartoonish Number 1 Angel, less so on her moodier self-titled. Sarah from KKB revisits the uncanny children's-show-presenter flow that characterised the group's breakout project and then subsequently vanished. Rico is just as berserk as one would hope. 100 gecs is objectively a very silly project, but the care with which this remix -- a clusterfuck on paper -- is structured into something both logical and extremely listenable only demonstrates how seriously Brady and Les take their tomfoolery. The gecs are among the best to emerge from the post-PC Music boom because they so firmly reject the parameters of good taste and make redundant the tiresome question of whether their intentions are cynical or sincere. You don't make pop music this brilliant and unselfconscious without pouring your heart into it. [9]

Katherine St Asaph: The other day I read a thinkpiece about, among dozens of other things, how Billie Eilish was corporate bullshit and 100 gecs were wholesome DIY outsiders, despite the gecs at that point having already signed to Mad Decent, producing tracks by the likes of Slayyyter and LIZ, and playing ukelele for an America's Got Talent winner. There is so much Discourse like this, and it all makes me so, so exhausted. What about one collection of sound waves (or Bacon-Sheeran number, or accumulated total of bar hangs with hypebeasts) makes it morally bankrupt, while a near-identical collection of sound waves remains morally acceptable? The rapping sounds like Lady Gaga's "Christmas Tree." [2]

Leah Isobel: Making actual pop music demands legibility and the sacrifice of gecs' usual chaos, but this remix manages to keep their interplay of melodic sweetness and noisy menace intact -- see Laura's charmingly polite request for Charli to sing the chorus again before the song nosedives into the "Click" outro. It's like Owl City corrupted with a virus, and it slaps. [9]

Vikram Joseph: I have some questions for the girl asking Charli to sing the chorus again, because we did *not* need that chorus again. "Ringtone" was a pleasant bit of nonsense at 2:20, but padding it out to almost four minutes with guest vocalists (of whom only Rico Nasty sounds vaguely engaged) is a good way to siphon away whatever charm it had to begin with. Sometimes... things that are expensive... are worse. [4]

Jibril Yassin: The rare example of a posse track that succeeds without removing what made the original so great. Let's put 100 gecs in charge of pop posse tracks from now till infinity. [8]

Alfred Soto: Despite the riot of credits, "Ringtone" is closer to a poor 2010 Ke$ha album track. Ringtones? A decade later? The beat sounds like the creators stole it from a Bush-era Nokia. [4]

Alex Clifton: Our featured players here are the highlight of the song, bringing liveliness to a beat that would otherwise be too glitchy for me. And yet after a while it has the same effect that a phone ringing for two minutes does: slightly annoying, loud enough that you can't ignore it, but too muffled in your bag to find where it could be. Please note my score is expressed in gecs instead of points. [5]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: It's too long and labored over, lacking the giddy charm of the original because the voices are too straightforward. It's fun seeing all these artists on the same track, but all this does is prove that 100 gecs is even more singular than we may have initially thought. [3]

Tim de Reuse: 100 gecs don't work nearly as well for me on such low energy, and their usual reckless abandon appears to have been reined in here so as to elevate the presence of their high-profile features. That, along with the nearly four-minute runtime (about twice as long as a 100 gecs track ought to be, by my measure) gives this the character of a listen-once joke. To be clear, it's a delightful joke. [6]

Ian Mathers: Absolutely better than the original (and "Money Machine" for that matter), mostly because it no longer sounds like Big Dumb Face trying to adapt to modern trends. But it does make me wonder if this is what the people who didn't like Charli's work with PC Music felt like they were hearing. [5]

Jonathan Bradley: 100 gecs let the lil homies ride on us; it's like showing up to gecsCon -- surely a real thing that could exist -- with a grocery bag full of Monster, weed and money, and discovering in astonishment that other people like this band too. (One infamous afternoon, I played 1000 gecs for my office; they were distraught, but I since found out I converted at least one co-worker.) So everyone in this PC Music Khaled lineup tries hard to do their best gecs, with Charli leaning into the lovestruck cutesiness, Sarah Bonito trying to channel the uneasy relationship with technology, and Rico summoning the unearned confidence. But although the elements that original gecs Dylan and Laura stick together sound familiar, their sound is a singular one: A.G. Cook and co. are too deliberate; Black Dresses too consumed by the horror and anxiety around them; Ayesha Erotica too singleminded; Brokencyde too scene. The best part in the remix is when Laura Les asks Charli to sing the chorus again, doing more gecs in one line than anyone else could in three verses. It turns out there's something particular to this mish-mash of pop enthusiasm, hypermodern tension, and shitposting that is not easily replicable. "You just copy everything we do," Laura once chirped, prophetically. "If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too." There's only one gec, even when there's 100 of them. [7]

Kylo Nocom: You know, all that matters is that they had fun. [6]

#100 gecs #Charli XCX #Rico Nasty #Kero Kero Bonito #remix #pop #music #music review

[blookmallow]

adopted a child (again) and investigated some Crimes

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would really love to know what you did to get a name like that 

belethor will let me take this goblet 

but NOT this goblet, this one is off limits 

sighs...... i cant do it i cant just leave this child sleeping on stone pathways

i dont know how the hell she intends to get all the way to whiterun by herself but im gonna say the whiterun guards escorted her 

lucia looks like she was about to Fight that fox i promise she wasnt lmao but look at them.... my girls,

WHAT NO

yi KEs, 

damn it now ill never be able to ask her why shes called that 

also whoever did this clearly. stripped her, too, so thats. fucked up

im wondering if this was preventable or not, it doesnt seem likely that you’d be able to solve the case before this happens but i wonder if its possible to kill the culprit before this point

nobody would understand why you did it so you’d probably be labeled as a murderer yourself, but. could you potentially save her 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT 

so there was a suspicious abandoned house and i got permission to search it, found THIS FUCKING SECRET ROOM BEHIND A BOOKSHELF WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY FULL OF HUMAN REMAINS

this house is also for sale lmao and i want it SO FUCKING BAD (i dont know if you get all the crime scene gore too or if its gets cleaned up when you purchase it lmao) but it seems like this house isn’t purchasable without getting involved in the stormcloaks vs imperials situation and i dont really want to side with anyone so im just like :/ :/ 

also found this and it doesnt do anything but i am going to wear it forever now 

its of value to me shut up 

hell yes 

i put this outfit on just to see it im still trying to find armor that is at least sort of functional and looks cool bc like. my vampire armor is great but it covers up any necklaces im wearing... they still work/people still react if you have an amulet of mara on but i cant see it :( 

anyway this evidence line led me to believe wuunferth was the butcher and he got arrested 

you are SO valid 

WHAT DID I DO

I JUST WENT TO RIVERWOOD TO SELL SOME DRAGON BONES WHAT DO YOU WANT 

they all attacked me IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TOWN and i killed them all, which. didnt seem to affect my reputation in this town/label me as a murderer or anything but to be fair they absolutely attacked me first 

searched the corpses to try to figure out what the fuck and 

whomst

who the FUCK are you i never get caught stealing shit i dont know you 

after the very loud violent fight in the middle of the town everyone just sorta seemed to forget what just happened and sven walks up to this dead mercenary just... the saddest voice “oh... what happened?? :(” and just keeps walking i m LAUGHING 

i eventually figured out lortheim is a talos priest in windhelm, who i had no memory of and i usually dont steal anything from temples so i have NO IDEA what this was about 

went to confront him on it

bastard just looks me in the eye and goes on talking about talos like he didnt just hire like 5 assassins to try to murder me in broad daylight in the middle of a village 

he didnt say shit and i still dont know what the fuck i did to him the only thing i can think of is maybe i stole a book or something or like. accidentally pushed a button too fast and grabbed something but id imagine if he had caught me i wouldve noticed and reloaded to either. unsteal it or try it again,

granted i steal things a Lot but usually not like. from temples or from just random innocent people. whatever fuck this guy but i dont care enough to try to kill him for it 

anyway then the girl from the windhelm stables turned up dead in the streets while wuunferth was in jail so it WASNT him actually, staged a stakeout at the abandoned house to find out what the fuck was going on 

IT WAS THE MUSEUM GUY :( :( :( :( i liked him god damn it what the fuck

i mean that definitely explains why he was. lowkey “hey you should definitely give that amulet to me. no one else would want it haha im really giving you the best price so you should just. give me that. please” at me

wuunferth doesnt seem to be too angry at me for falsely accusing him and his name’s been cleared now but god damn

#lucy plays skyrim

[dc-plus-marvel]

can you pls write a fluffy medium length romantic steve x gender neutral reader??? if you do it thank you so much!!

here you go anon! hopefully you like it, i had a lot of fun writing this cute fluff and i hope you enjoy!

Goalkeeper

Your coworker is creepy, but Steve loves you too much to worry about it.

“Hey, good-looking, can I get a medium iced tea, please?” You barely have to look up to know who it is, but you love looking at his face, so you look up anyway. “Hi, Steve.” He smiles and hands you two dollars and seventy-five cents, exactly the right amount. “Thanks, y/n. When’s your shift over, hottie?” He asks, smirking. “You know exactly when my shift is over today, Steve. Don’t lie,” You laugh, handing him a receipt and giving the girl making drinks a cup with his order. “Oh my god, that’s literally, like, the fifth time this week, y/n. I love your boyfriend, but God, he’s clingy.” Your coworker says, annoyed. “Yeah, he is a little bit, Becca, but I love him.” You smile and look at Steve from afar. He’s sitting in the corner, reading today’s newspaper, saving you a seat. Five minutes, you think to yourself. You get brought back to reality by the next customer coughing. He gives you his order and you give him his change, barely listening or paying attention. You’re focused on Steve, off to the side of the room. The light is hitting his face just right so he looks like he’s in a photoshoot, not enough light to wash out his face, but enough to define his features. He’s wearing a tight shirt, and his muscles are all visible. That’s your favorite type of shirt; soft and stretchy, but still attractive. “Y/n?” Your coworker grabs the cup from your hand and you give the receipt to your confused customer. You feel your cheeks turning red and hope your replacement gets here soon. You glance at your watch and see that you have one minute left. You take the next order and hand them their change and receipt, and the girl making drinks takes the cup. This goes on for a couple of minutes before you look at Becca and groan. “I know, I know. She’s always late when she’s my replacement, too.” She says. “Wait, who?” You ask, suddenly intrigued. “Don’t you look and see before you start? Jesus, Y/n. It’s Kenzie.” The color drains from your face. You look at Steve from across the way, who was checking out your butt. He goes to look away, but you mouth “Kenzie” before he does and his face gets a little red. You go back to taking orders and immediately notice when Kenzie walks in.

Kenzie’s been after you since you met. She joined the team a week after you and she flirted with you constantly. If she hadn’t been such a stalker (you found her waiting for you on your couch once), you might have actually gone out with her. She was also extremely manipulative, and you knew from previous experiences that that was bad. When you were on the same shift, it got to the point where she was harassing you. You asked your boss if you could switch shifts, and he allowed it after you explained why. The shift manager must have not been paying attention, because you haven’t seen Kenzie in a year. Maybe she’ll have moved on. Maybe she’s dating someone else.

You look up from the register, face still pale, and you lock eyes with her by accident. Suddenly, a smile spreads across her face. It was almost like watching a villain create an evil plan, like that one scene from How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You glance at Steve, and you go take the next customer in line. “Uh, Y/n, did you see Ke-” “Not now, Becca…” You say through clenched teeth. Kenzie walks out and stands next to you, a little too close for comfort. “You’re late,” you say to her. “I know,” she responds back with. “Okay, get out of here,” she smacks your ass, “go have fun today, Y/n. Maybe your place, later? For dinner and… something?” She smirks at you, and your face pales again. “No, I’m-” You start, but Becca cuts you off. “Hey, Y/n, when’s your date with Steve?” You shift your gaze towards Becca, smile, and answer. “Twenty seconds from now.” You glance at Steve and see him already standing, ready to walk to you. “Goalie, huh?” Kenzie remarks, taking the next order and handing the cup to Becca. “Doesn’t mean I can’t score.” Steve gently puts his hand around your waist and you walk with him. Your face is pale, his is red, and you walk out onto the busy sidewalk. You feel Kenzie’s eyes on you and you pull Steve to a faster walking pace.

“That’s her, huh? That’s Kenzie. Ugh, I can’t even say her name without… Ugh!” Steve exclaims. You grab his hand and hold it tight. “I know, I know, it’s annoying. She’s tried so many different things, and it’s just so frustrating. No means ‘I’m just teasing, keep harassing me’ to her.” You sigh and lean your head on Steve’s shoulder. It’s hot in the city today, though, so you quickly pick your head back up. “But, on the bright side, I don’t have to see her again, thanks to my boss. Plus, babe, I got you.” You smile at him and he plants a kiss on your forehead. You walk with him in silence for a few seconds and then burst out. “But who the heck still says that kind of crap! 'Oh-ho, goalie doesn’t mean I can’t score, I’m a sexual predator’,” Steve gently leads you off to the side of the sidewalk, towards the buildings, and draws you into a kiss. People might look, but it’s New York; they see weirder shit every day. Steve pulls away and you grab his chin and pull him in again. After a couple of seconds, you draw back again. “Okay, okay. Thanks, I needed that.” He smiles at you and wraps his arm around your waist again. “Anytime, babe.” You continue walking until you reach your apartment.

You met Steve at the coffee shop a year ago. Shortly after you requested to switch shifts, Steve started coming to the shop. He was very kind, found you attractive, and he had a great personality. He was a little clingy, but so were you, so really, it worked. You moved in together after three months, and you’ve both been happy since then. Steve makes you so happy, and he also has a great job as an art teacher. He teaches classes at the high school down the way once a month and gets surprisingly good money for it. Along with being a teacher, he’s on the Avengers, too, which you think is pretty cool. Aside from the dangers and risks, of course. But you love him, and he loves you, so he makes sure to let you know what’s going on before he goes anywhere. He’s a big softie.

He opens up the door for you and you step inside. You live in a studio up above a small restaurant, which you both find convenient when you’re lazy and hungry. Even though you love your place, the noise from below gets to be a little much sometimes. As you step inside, something is different and Steve notices it, too. There’s a rose at the base of the stairs. “Our neighbors probably set something up. You know, that one couple in… E?” You say, pretending you aren’t worried about Kenzie. You walk up the stair and turn left, coming to a halt before you reach your door. “Please tell me this is you, Steve,” You say, cautiously pointing to the rose while looking at Steve. “I want to say it is, but I’m not gonna lie to you, Y/n.” You stay frozen as Steve creeps forward and gently opens the door. Inside… nothing. Steve kneels and inspects the handle and keyhole. “Nothing was messed with, Y/n. We’re good.” You relax and Steve stands up. “Okay, your majesty, what would you like to do now? I’ll protect you.” You smile and look past Steve and into the kitchen area. You throw your hands in the air and run at Steve. “Food!” You yell, and he laughs as he catches you. He picks you up and carries you to the counter. He sets you down there and grabs a small snack from the fridge. “Pomegranates or Dragonfruit, cuddlebug?” You grab for the pomegranates, but he pulls them away. You laugh and reach again, but he pulls it even further. “Oh captain, my captain, may I please have the pomegranate seeds, please?” You say in the politest voice you can manage without bursting into laughter. Steve hands you the pomegranates and walks to the door, closing and locking two of your three locks. He walks back over to you and lifts you up off of the counter and carries you to the couch, setting you down and laying his head down in your lap while you eat. “Do you want me to text your boss and ask about your shift tomorrow?” Steve asks, and you can feel his jaw moving. “Uh… nah, I’m sure the shift manager will take care of it.” You grab a few seeds and offer them to him, and he accepts them by also sucking on your fingers. “Eww, gross, you egg!” You say, pulling your fingers away from him, laughing. “You got it, boss.” He turns so he’s laying on his back and he turns his face towards you. “Cuddlebug?” He asks. “Yes, cuddlebunny?” You reply playfully. “What do you wanna do?” He looks up at you. “Well, since this is the second time you’ve asked, I’m assuming there’s something you wanna do, cap.” You respond slowly and curiously. “Yeah, I want to workout.” He says. “But you’re always working out, can’t I have some contact time with my superhero?” You whine, hoping your puppy dog eyes make him change his mind. “No, no, buggy, I want to workout with you.” He says. There’s no changing his mind, apparently. “I don’t have a membership, though…” You say sadly. “No need, sugar, we’ll do it right here.” He sits up, ruffles your hair, and stands up. “Alright, strongman, but I’m warning you, I’m weak as heck.” You stand up next to him. He drops down and tells you to sit on his back, and you do. He does twenty pushups before you tell him to stop. He looks at you, confused, but you crawl under him and lay on your back. “Okay. Eighty kisses?” He smiles and continues to do pushups, kissing you each time. When he reaches one hundred, you start to crawl out, but he stops you before you can. “Uh-oh, bug’s gonna get squished, I’m going down!” He makes a descending whistle as he carefully drops onto you and goes limp. “You gotta get me off of you, buggy.” He says, playfully. “But I don’t want to!” You say, but he insists, so you push him over and wriggles out of his grasp. “Good job, your majesty.” He bows and then gets down on the ground again, but this time, he’s doing sit-ups. “Be my rock?” He asks. You gently hold his feet down while you kneel and keep you head over his knees. “Steve,” You say, interrupted by kisses every four seconds, “why… why are we… we doing this?” Steve holds himself in the sitting position. “Because you’re my goal to score.” Steve responds before pumping out forty sit-ups non-stop. He takes a quick, couple second break before going on to finish all one hundred sit-ups. He’s still thinking about that… Damn, I guess it bothered him just as much as it bothered me. You take each and every quick kiss as a gift and as soon as he finished all one hundred, you practically threw yourself onto him. “Y/n!” Steve exclaimed, startled. “Sorry, can I?” He nodded and smiled and you kissed him passionately. You were full on making out on the floor when you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Delivery for… Mr. Steve Rogers?” You looked at Steve and he looked at you. “He got to his feet, made sure all his clothing was on, and walked around you to the door. He looked through the peekhole, locked the third lock, then unlocked all of the locks. He opened the door and was handed a bouquet of roses. Steve looked at the delivery man, thanked him, and closed the door. He locked all three, then unlocked the third. "Hey, before we get into this creepy crap, why do you… do that thing with the locks?” You ask him, and it takes him a minute to respond. “Well, my old friend, Peg, showed me this trick. If someone wants to get in, they’ll pick the lock, right?” You nod in agreement, still waiting for the explanation. “If they pick all three, one of them will still be locked.” You smile and take the flowers out of his hands and you inspect them carefully. You lift the card from the middle and squint to read it. “Y/n,” You read aloud. Your mind starts to race. Kenzie would have started off with some sort of cringey pick-up line. “You are the light of my life. Thanks for letting me in and moving in with me. Thanks for dealing with my clingy-ness, and enjoying it, even.” Steve sent this! “Always, Bunny.” You look up at Steve, far more in love than you thought possible, and you hugged him. He lifted you up off the ground and set you down on the sofa before sitting down next to you. “Buggy, can I change something on that note?” You handed him the card and he pulls a pen out of the end table and just adds two words: “-Your Goalie.” You laugh out loud and lean in towards him. “That’s good, that’s good…” You tell him. He looks at you with his puppy-dog eyes and frowns. “Only good? What about great? Amazing?” He breaks into a laughing fit and you join him. After a couple of minutes, you pull out your phone and text your boss. “Please remember our deal, I’m only working if I don’t see Kenzie. And I saw her today.” You send the note and set down your phone, turning to Steve and kissing his nose. Your phone buzzes, and Steve picks it up and reads it out to you. “’Today was her last day, take the day off tomorrow.’ Y/n, did you threaten your boss?” He looks at you with a grin. “You know I did, Cap. Any ideas for our day tomorrow?” He puts on a devious face. “Let’s stay inside all day and have fun…” You blush and bury your face into his chest. “We have board games, video games, movies… All fun!” He innocently says, and you pick your head back up. “Steve!” You jokingly push him over, but he plays along and falls all the way down. You put yourself in a plank position and hold yourself over him. “So board games tomorrow, but today?” You do a single pushup and kiss him. “Mh…” He pulls you down on him and he cuddles you. “Yeah, this is okay.” You say warmly.

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the pen is mightier than the sword

well, my first time writing this type of scene right there, so of course this is for @praeyers, because duh. it’s set in the conqueror kings!au, so a lot of blood in perspective~

The harsh stone against his uncovered fingers was a familiar sensation to Nyx, just as familiar as the thrill of breaking into his own bedroom to surprise Noctis. From how high he was, he couldn’t hear Crowe’s incensed screams anymore, but he knew that, if he looked down, he would be able to see his generals trying and failing to find their wayward king. After all, no one wanted to explain to the Last King of Lucis how, once again, his Galahdian husband was nowhere to be found, even if Nyx knew that it amused Noctis to no end.

Lost in the thoughts that accompanied his automatic motions as Nyx was, he didn’t expect what he saw when he climbed into his bedroom through the window. Noctis getting ready for bed, or reviewing the last of the day’s documents perhaps; those were usual scenes he had come used to get back home to. The bodies strewn across their quarters and dripping red on the rugs? This was a sight he had never imagined before. And as usual, his husband was in the thick of it, hair still wet from the shower and a towel precariously clinging to his hips; something he had fantasized quite a lot about since their first meeting.

Nyx took his time to admire the view; the feline grace with which Noctis dispatched his would-be assassins, the smirk that twisted his lovely features when he broke a limb just before it could reach him, the enticing way blood dotted his naked chest in constellations of red.

Not worried in the least, he lounged on the windowsill like he would his throne, eyes half-lidded and attentive as he observed the fight. A slight hitch in his breath followed by a raucous bark of laughter, deepened by want, escaped him when Noctis forwent his daggers in favour of the ornate pen abandoned on their bed.

Habit and the many wounds sustained from his husband’s proficiency with blades allowed him to notice the careless twirl Noctis gave the pen, purely for Nyx’s benefit, before reversing his grip on the improvised weapon. The way his fingers curled almost lovingly around the writing implement and the nearly uninterrupted line of a strong thigh revealed by a devastating kick made lust blossom in the Galahdian’s chest, as sweet and poisonous as the man in front of him.

Nyx caught the edge of a wicked smile as Noctis snatched the last assassin by their scarf, jerking their head to the side before a swift shove lodged his weapon into their uncovered eye. The screams increased in pitch before dying out abruptly when a last twist, coupled with the barest hints of blood-fuelled magic, finished the attacker. This did nothing to lessen Nyx’s admiration for Noctis’ fierceness, nor the want it awoke in him.

Noctis’ look was scorching in its intensity, blue clashing against blue when he glanced back at the window.

“Welcome back, Nyx. Did you miss me?” Noctis fairly purred, slightly breathless from the fight’s intensity. The satisfied curl to his lips, coupled with the red that adorned him lent his features a savage cast, which only served to fan the fire burning inside of the man waiting by the window.

“You know I did, my king.” Nyx answered huskily, fingers digging into his palms to keep himself still, to stop himself from immediately going to Noctis as everything inside of him screamed to. He wanted to sear this moment into his mind while he still had the chance : the red rolling down Noctis’ chest and climbing up his legs in distracting patterns, the unthreatening curls of hands that had just snapped a neck, the coquettish tilt of his head that he affected just to tease Nyx. He never wanted to forget any of it.

All of his self-restraint flew out of the window when Noctis beckoned him closer with a mere smile, their movements mirroring one another as Nyx fluidly got up in answer to the wordless invitation. With each step back that Noctis took, Nyx moved one step forward, their bodies finely tuned instruments that vibrated in time with one another.

Both of them were royally unconcerned by the corpses they had to step over, the Lucian going as far as to curl into the blood-soaked rug in a moment of simple curiosity. This unguarded moment pulled a private little smile from Nyx, which did nothing to stop their improvised game of cat and mouse.

They only stopped when the back of Noctis’ legs hit their bed, covered in a mix of black, grey and subtle violet, the last ones they had both slept on before Nyx’s departure.

Nyx’s hungry eyes trailed up and down his husband’s lithe form, lingering on the bruises he had left on his thighs as a parting gift. Knowing what his lover was admiring, Noctis trailed a hand down to his leg, fingers coming to rest just under the blood speckled white of his towel. With slow and lazy strokes, he smeared the blood on his skin, leaving wider streaks behind, up and up the pale line of flesh revealed by a deliberate stretch. The conqueror king’s entire focus shifted to the teasing movement, not moving an inch. This was all part of their game after all.

The Lucian’s smile was positively sinful when he finally reached the knot keeping his towel in place, his breath hitching slightly as the very tips of his fingers grazed the erection visibly tenting the white material. He could have kept it silent, could have swallowed the small noise and let it die in his throat, but he wanted to win.

Already, Nyx’s hands were clenched in the leather of his pants, their back touching his kukris’ handles for patience, for restraint. He was so close to breaking, but the warrior would not give up, not even now.

His taunting smirk, the last sight of many an enemy, spread across his face as he met the younger’s eyes, challenge tinted with lust just as clear in the blue depths.

A sharp tug, and the offending material pooled around his feet.

“To the victor goes the spoils. Isn’t this right, Fenrir?” Noctis murmured demurely, looking up at him through his eyelashes as he sat on the bed, thighs spread shamelessly, enticingly. And then, he knew he had won.

With an unrestrained growl, Nyx knelt between his king’s legs, catching one deceptively delicate ankle in a bruising grip as he did so. This act of surrender stole a laugh from Noctis’ red lips, undaunted by the hold his lover had on him. His mirth took on a sultrier tone however, when the Galahdian bent his leg for better access and trailed his lips on the thin skin covering the knob of the ankle. Nyx smiled at the change in his lover’s voice, lips lightly grazing his bone, before they parted and a warm tongue started lapping at the blood covering it. In a mix of kittenish licks and fierce nips, the man worked his way up the pale dream offered to him, Noctis a work for art to be molded by his hands, and his hands alone. Under his mouth, pale skin bloomed soft pink and red, just as bright as the blush spreading from Noctis’ chest to his cheekbones in a slow wave of warmth he could feel echoing between them.

When he finally reached the thighs he had marked so thoroughly more than a week ago, his ministrations grew harder, harsher. As he bit down, the strong muscle spasmed under his teeth, and a hand fisted himself in his hair, until now breathy sounds turning into a moan.

From the corner of his eyes, Nyx saw Noctis’ cock twitch in answer, precum beading at its head. With one last lick at the pretty teeth marks now adorning his lover’s thigh, the Galahdian turned his attention to what he had been slowly moving toward.

Noctis’ hand tightened in his hair as he lapped at the liquid, the flat of his tongue oh so slowly moving across the tip in a maddening fashion. Saltiness melded with coppery sweetness in his mouth, spurring him on. Freeing one hand from the thigh he had wrapped it around, Nyx brought it to his mouth and undid the fastening of his glove with his teeth, white again the pink of his lips. His smirk widened around the leather carelessly held in his mouth when he felt the burning stare following his every motion. Now bare, he deliberately wrapped calloused fingers around Noctis’ dick and stroke him to full hardness, letting the glove fall to the ground between his spread knees.

Half-lidded eyes watched his every movement, captivated by the sight of the warrior worshipping every inch of him he could lay his hands or mouth on. Even – or rather, especially – like this, Nyx looked fierce, pale eyes enhancing his likeness to the beast he was named after, tamed only for as long as he wished to be. It sent a thrill through him to know that such a man was his, that they belonged to one another in a way no one would ever truly understand. Twisting an handful of hair around his fingers, beads clacking against one another, he gave a light tug, urging Nyx on with the promise of more as their eyes met, and caught.

Pressing down on the bruises he had just left with his other hand, Nyx finally took Noctis in his mouth. He spared a moment to suckle lazily before starting to work in earnest, inching his way down the length so temptingly offered to him, fingers tight against the base.

Through it all, Noctis stayed as still and silent as he could, hazy eyes on the man busy between his legs. In spite of his resolve, tiny sounds escaped him as Nyx’s clever tongue was put to better uses, his hips twitching each time that warm mouth swallowed around him, wanting nothing more but to move. It was terrible, maddening, and he loved it.

As Nyx’s mouth met his toned abdomen, tongue flat against the underside of his dick, the warrior started humming, vibrations going straight through his flesh and unravelling Noctis’ careful control. His previously light hold on midnight dark hair tightened suddenly, and his hips jerked in mix of pleasure and shock, driving deeper into the man’s welcoming mouth and pulling a rough moan out of his lips, tender from the bites he had used to keep himself silent.

Even as he gagged at the suddenness of Noctis’ reaction, Nyx echoed him, the pull on his hair going straight to his dick, adding friction just on the right side of painful. His erection strained against the leather of his pants, and his hips hitched slightly as he sought to relieve the pressure.

Ignoring it for the moment, Nyx pulled back to better work his throat around Noctis’ length, feeling the trembling under his hands worsen as he did. The Lucian chose this moment to undo the barrier keeping their senses separate, pulling even harder on the braids wrapped around his hand at the same time. Blood roared between them, finally free to do as it pleased, their link springing back to its full strength.

It was a mix of pleasure and delightful pain that flooded the both of them, tension tightening and tightening inside their bodies, until it tipped over in a shock of ecstasy. Release hit them both at the same time, tiny white stars blooming behind their eyelids, and only made worse, or better, by Nyx swallowing Noct once again as he came, nursing his length through the aftershock and prolonging his orgasm.

Shuddering, Nyx pulled back, lips red and spit-slick, pupils blows wide as he looked up at Noctis, whose look mirrored his. As one, they reached for the other, bodies tangling as they kissed, Noct ignoring the discomfort of the chains and belts of Nyx’s outfit digging into his bare flesh just as Nyx ignored the stickiness of his pants and the awkward twist of his back to better reach his husband.

Relearning one another was the sweetest thing, and they would never tire of the games and challenges that made up their relationship, especially not when they led to such reunions. One to break and one to hold, a constant push and pull that lit up their blood and made lust sing through their veins, be it in the bedroom, or on the battlefield. Their love was just another kind of war, just like they liked it. But, coming back to their heart after the thrill of a good fight, this was what made it all worth it.

“I’m home.” Nyx whispered against Noct’s lips, feeling his blood settle down, lulled by the rhythm of his lover’s heart against his chest.

“Welcome back, my king.” Noctis answered, smirk at odd with the warm blue of his eyes.

The sweetest thing indeed.

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