#for the second gif i actually wanted to put the scene where he's sitting at the desk before the current scene

[deadpoets]

(insp.)

[lauraneedstochill]

if I see one more post about Aegon “bullying Aemond his entire life”, I will go fucking ballistic, I swear to g—

scratch that, I will actually go ballistic right now. this is the “Aegon doesn’t deserve such a shitty treatment” club and I’m the self-proclaimed CEO. we are about to do some analyzing and reading so BUCKLE UP.

gonna make one thing clear first — Aemond was bullied when he was a child. no one denies that, no excuses can be made for that. I’d only like to note that there wasn’t only one bully. here’s a quick reminder:

now that we successfully counted to three, let’s look over Aegon’s other horrible crimes relationship with Aemond throughout the years.

📍 the night Aemond lost his eye (S1EP7), Rhaenyra suggests he should be “sharply questioned” (she means tortured) so they can learn who told him that her sons were bastards. Viserys, in his perpetual denial, angrily asks Aemond “who spoke these lies” to which he replies that it was Aegon. it is clear that Aemond does that to deflect suspicion from their mother but his words come as a surprise to Aegon.

he’s in a tough spot — Viserys demands the answers “as their king”, not their father (to signify his authority and pressure them into telling the truth). and Alicent screamed in Aegon’s face and slapped him just a minute ago, so he may be less eager to defend her. he can easily lie and say that he overheard some maids gossiping or that he can’t remember where the rumor came from. instead, it takes Aegon about 5 seconds to back Aemond up.

📍 we didn’t get many scenes with young Aegon and Aemond in general, but here’s a short bit people keep overlooking: when Harwin and Criston start fighting, Aemond and Aegon instantly gravitate toward each other. and moreover, Aegon puts a hand over Aemond’s back (which to me is either a protective or a comforting gesture). what a horrible brother, truly.

📍 next we see them all grown up before dinner in S1EP8. I think it’s safe to assume that if Aegon has been bullying Aemond all these years, Aemond wouldn’t want to spend a second in his company. he’s seated between Helaena and Otto, both of whom are dear to him, so Aemond can stay at the table and chat with them. and YET, not only does Aemond voluntarily talks to Aegon, but their conversation seems friendly (you can barely hear it in the show so here’s the enhanced audio). Aemond makes a joke about Aegon’s drinking habits — Aegon quips back — and then, what a shocker! Aemond starts venting his frustrations to Aegon (“Even when the noose is so tight, they expect us to break bread”). nothing would’ve stopped him from venting to Otto but Aemond stays with Aegon. he wouldn’t have done that if there hadn’t been some level of trust between them. he wouldn’t have done that if he hated Aegon’s guts.

📍 at dinner, when Aegon pisses Jace off and the brunet springs to his feet, Aemond stands up too, which forces Jace to act as if nothing happened and come up with a toast. Aegon watches him with a shit-eating grin on his face. it’s the face that screams “I know you won’t dare to act up in front of my brother and my brother has my back”.

when Aemond makes a toast and calls Rhaenyra’s sons “strong”, Aegon raises a cup to that. he can sit this one out — Aemond has his personal vendetta against the boys, and it would be safer for Aegon not to meddle. but what does he do instead? when Luke gets up from the table (clearly intending to go to Aemond), Aegon instantly stands up, comes up to Luke and not just stops him but slams his face into the table right in front of Rhaenyra without thinking twice. and it doesn’t look like Aegon is just messing with him — no, it looks like he wanted to do that for a while. like Aegon finally got his chance to stand up for his brother too. AND he also stops Baela from joining the fight.

📍 S1EP9 is when we get a glimpse of Aemond’s ambitions: he deems himself better than Aegon, he thinks he deserves to be king. but once he finds Aegon and they get into a fight, it turns out that Aegon knows that Aemond is a better choice. he doesn’t want to fight him, he begs Aemond to let him go. and Aemond can do that — Criston has his back to them, so Aemond could’ve pretended that Aegon managed to break free. and even once they caught Aegon, I have no doubt that Aemond could’ve helped him escape. but it seems that, despite his displeasure, Aemond values his family the most. he can’t betray his mother’s trust, and he knows Aegon is the first in line to the throne. Aemond envies him, yes, he may even hate him because of that. but he values his family the most.

📍 as @florisbaratheons noted, during the coronation scene, when Aegon glances at his family, Aemond looks right at him and gives that tiny nod that says “I may hate this and think I am better for the job as king. But I’ve got your back.” I like that Aemond is the one who keeps eye contact in that scene. He could’ve turned away to signal his dissatisfaction with the situation, there wouldn’t have been any consequences for that. But he didn’t.

📍 what I find interesting about S1EP10 is the beginning of Aemond’s dialogue with Luke. that’s the boy Aemond wished to get back at for years and yet, he starts by saying “Did you think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”. Aemond could’ve skipped that part — imagine him saying smth along the lines of “Wait, Lord Strong! Don’t you think you and I have other matters to discuss?” (to which Luke answers that he doesn’t want to fight and the conversation goes on). instead, Aemond makes a point to remind Luke: my brother is the king, and I came here on his behalf. you can argue that Aemond doesn’t do it for Aegon specifically but for his family in general. but Aegon is a part of the family, and S1 Aemond has his priorities straight.

📍 as much as I hate comparing the show and the book (these are two different things and should be viewed as such), I’d like to remind you that Aegon was the only one who stood by Aemond’s side after Luke’s death. I wonder why we didn’t get that scene… I guess it’s because it would be kinda hard to call Aegon “the main bully” after he literally throws Aemond a feast. but we do get to see Aegon supporting his brother: in S2EP1 he welcomes Aemond at the small council meeting despite his mother’s protests (“Aemond is my closest blood and my best sword”). and he trusts Aemond wholeheartedly, that much is obvious.

📍 let’s get to the most controversial part — the brothel scene in S2EP3: some people believe Aegon is being a bully at that moment. those people seem to forget one little detail:

it’s been only a few days after the death of Aegon’s son whose murder was a direct result of Aemond’s ruthless actions. does Aemond ever address it? does he express his condolences? does he mayhaps help to catch the killers, being the skilled fighter that he is? the answer is NO.

I do think Aegon’s joke was cruel (I wrote a whole post about it) but that’s all it ever was — a JOKE. the humiliation comes not from the things he says but from the fact that Aemond is found in a vulnerable position and surrounded by a group of strangers while his brother laughs at him. TGC explained it best:

I also love @notbloodraven’s take on that scene:

Aegon lashing out so cruelly at Aemond seems to be an effort in making Aemond feel as badly as he does and blaming him for Jaehaerys without actually saying the words.

would this be the right way to act? no. but there’s no right way to grieve and to cope with the loss — and HIS SON WAS BEHEADED so maybe take 1% of the sympathy you show your favorite character(s) and cut Aegon some slack.

+ other things worth talking about:

📍 @bietrofastimoff23 analyzed S2EP3 beautifully and I can’t help but mention the scene that happens before Aegon goes to the brothel. it’s the moment when Larys suggests that Alicent and Aemond are plotting against Aegon. he isn’t surprised by the idea that his mother can do that — but the second his brother is mentioned, Aegon’s face falls and he shakes his head no. because there is no way Aemond would ever do that to him. and instead of asking for any proof, he asks Larys “who spreads these lies?” and then commands him to “tend to them.” Aegon can ask him to spy on Aemond, to find any dirt on him, find any weaknesses he can use — he does not.

📍 it turns out to be true — Aemond was plotting behind his brother’s back. which is treason btw (I don’t think Criston intended to keep things from Aegon — he probably believed that Aemond would let Aegon in on their plan). and Aegon does have the power to remind Aemond of his place — he can throw him off the council with a snap of his fingers, he can take offense at Aemond’s attempt to publicly humiliate him (their conversation in High Valyrian — Ewan himself calls it a “public execution”). but that’s not what happens: as TGC phrased it, Aemond’s betrayal “breaks a bit of Aegon’s heart off”. an actual bully would’ve immediately pushed back, but Aegon silently sits down and doesn’t argue, he’s so defeated he can’t utter a word. he has the means to be a bully but he doesn’t contemplate it for a second.

📍 I don’t want to talk about S2EP6 because it makes me sick but I will reiterate one thing: never ONCE Aegon made fun of Aemond’s disability or tried to cause him any physical harm. just want to point that out.

there is no moral to this story, I guess. if you managed to read till the very end, thank you. if you still hate Aegon, that’s your opinion and you are allowed to have one — but please, for the love of god, just stop making shit up. no, Aemond was NOT bullied as an adult, absolutely nothing suggests that he was. Aegon was naive to blindly trust him and it backfired on him, that’s the actual story. and if you are so eager to hold Aegon accountable for his mistakes, maybe it’s time for Aemond to take responsibility for his actions too.

+ some of my favorite critical posts about Aegon and Aemond: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x.

P.S. I will not argue with anyone so please don’t waste your time — I consider all my arguments solid and that’s enough for me. if you are thinking of sending me anon hate, pls go take a walk instead, it will do you more good. 🌿

[electrosuite]

okay. al. i need something put into words. idk if you've seen it but in "we live in time" andrew and florence didn't hear cut when filming a sex scene. so i was wondering. could you do something where eddie has taken up acting. it's an experimental movie, so y'all are actually fucking. it's unsimulated sex. y'all don't hear cut, but you're so into it that neither of you stop. you don't notice until he cums, then you both remember the cameras.

warnings: swearing, fingering oral sex, descriptive sex, sex on camera

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i saw we live in time opening week and absolutely loved it. put andrew garfield's bare ass in more movies!!!

masterlist

One of the best decisions you'd made was moving to Hollywood to pursue acting. You loved it, and you were a natural. You could make yourself cry on command, you often lost yourself in scenes, and you weren't afraid to get nude on camera. That was something that was pretty common for the 80s, specifically female nudity.

You'd filmed many sex scenes in your career, but they were all simulated. Prosthetics, body doubles, cushions between bodies. But when you were approached to do an experimental film, one with completely unsimulated sex, your curiosity was piqued.

You were told you wouldn't meet the other actor until the day of, which turned out to be the first day on set. You were told that some studios, this one included, preferred to get sex scenes out of the way first and film the rest after. Your first impression of this guy would be when you had sex with him.

So when you were sitting on set in your tight black dress — which would be removed in the scene — and he walked in, your eyes widened. He was very handsome, just your type. He had long curly black hair, he was covered in tattoos, and immediately started joking around with the crew. He was wearing a suit, one which fit his body nicely.

When he spotted you, he walked right over and sat next to you.

"You my co-star?" he asked in a hopeful tone.

"That would be me."

"Eddie." He stuck his hand out and you shook it.

"Y/N."

"You look familiar. I feel like I've seen you in something else before."

"Maybe. Sorry, but I don't recognize you."

"I haven't been in anything big, just a couple of low-budget movies." He noticed your nervous energy. "You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just... I've never done anything... real. It's always been fake sex."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Well, it's a first for both of us, then. It's a first-first for me, I've never done anything like this."

"Really?"

"Yep. Never even taken my shirt off on camera."

"And you're just jumping right in, huh?"

"Why not? If I'm gonna do it, I might as well go all in."

"Well, are you at least experienced?" you joked.

"Oh, I'm experienced. Yeah." You chuckled. "Also, I was told to tell you that they had me go ahead and put a condom on so it wouldn't disrupt the flow or anything. They said you were pretty adamant about it."

"Thank god. I really don't want to leave here today pregnant."

This made both of you laugh, but it was true. That was the most important thing to you when agreeing to do this movie.

"Alright, actors in positions," announced the director, who settled into his chair next to the camera.

Before you could get up, Eddie looked back at you. "Hey, I know we'll be recording, but don't let that stop you from telling me if I'm crossing any boundaries, alright?"

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Thank you."

"Of course."

The scene immediately started with the two of you standing at the edge of a bed, inches away from each other. So that's where you went, your calves touching the mattress.

You'd read over the script for this scene numerous times. There was a camera a few feet from the bed, and one strapped onto the ceiling above where you would be laying. Neither of you would speak, just moan.

You were getting more nervous by the second, the lack of space between you two making your heart pound.

"Hey," he whispered, making eye contact with you. "You still good?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm good." You got yourself into the acting mindset as they finalized the cameras. "Ready."

"Quiet on set," yelled the director. Everyone hushed, the silence making you realize how many eyes were on you. "Action!"

You reached up and slowly undid Eddie's tie, his eyes never leaving your face. Once it was on the floor, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle yet deep, both of you taking in a deep breath. His hands gripped your sides, your palms flat against his chest.

He reached around you and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor. He then effortlessly unhooked your bra and you pulled it off of yourself. So far this was exactly like some of the other scenes you'd filmed. It was always a little bit nerve-wracking to expose yourself on camera — how could it not be?

He pushed you down onto the bed, his knees on the edge between yours.

He wasn't supposed to kiss you as long as he did. It was only supposed to be a couple before he moved on, but he was going off script a bit. His hand cupped the breast visible to the camera, which was now a bit closer.

He began kissing down to your neck a bit, then trailing along your body. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue circling it. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing it would help the scene.

As he kissed down your body, he maintained eye contact with you, watching to make sure you were still comfortable with this. Once he was to your thighs, he knelt down next to the bed and pulled you by the legs closer to him.

He slowly pulled your underwear off, dropping them on top of your dress. He continued to leave kisses on your thighs, making a genuine and impatient whine escape your mouth.

The feeling of his tongue on your clit made you gasp, your hands immediately finding their way back to his hair. This was weird with cameras, and at first it made it hard for you to really get in the mood.

But he was good with his tongue. You were so used to fake moaning that the real ones that came out of you felt foreign. His hands on your thighs, keeping them spread, were also keeping your hips still.

Usually when you filmed cunnilingus scenes, they kept their mouth closed and just positioned their face between your legs. So it was a foreign feeling to actually be eaten out on camera.

He couldn't stop staring at you, you looked so beautiful. Your head thrown back, back arched, tits out and nipples hard, fingers pulling his hair.

He wasn't supposed to make you cum, the script didn't call for it. He was supposed to do this for about thirty seconds and move on to the actual sex. But he was told that if the scene lasted too long, they could just edit it down. So he decided before even meeting you that he would make sure you had at least one orgasm today.

And it didn't take you long to get there. The camera had moved now so that it was behind him and to the side, getting a shot of his back and your face simultaneously.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself as you felt your orgasm approaching, and fast. You were worried about how you would look, actually cumming and being recorded. You were trying to remain as calm as you possibly could, but you'd never been eaten out like this.

You were much louder than you anticipated when you finally came, and Eddie had to hold you down to keep you in the shot. When he finally stopped, he was immediately back to kissing you. He was still fully clothed, so you pushed his jacket off of his shoulders.

Instead of unbuttoning his shirt, he just pulled it over his head. He had a beautiful body, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You reached down and helped remove his belt, but he took over a moment later.

Within a minute, he was completely nude, and you got a good view of what he was packing. You were told before the shoot that you'd be having unprotected sex, and as you were already on birth control, it wasn't that big of a deal to you. Or at least, it wasn't until you were finally here. Now it was sinking in that you were about to be creampied by a guy you just met less than five minutes ago.

He was already rock hard, the sounds that escaped your mouth having gotten him bricked up immediately. He loved giving oral. It was one of his favorite things in the world. If it was up to him, he would've kept going, gotten you completely out of your mind before fucking your brains out.

He positioned himself back at eye level with you, reaching down and lining himself up with your entrance.

"That okay?" he whispered into your neck as he pressed kisses to your skin. He wasn't supposed to say that, the script calling for no dialogue aside from the natural swears that would occur. But he'd already gone against it, and asking for consent was something he insisted on.

"Mm," you moaned simply, nodding as minimally as possible.

With zero hesitation, he pushed into you, and the gasp that filled the room was almost comical. It was such a perfect porno moan that you couldn't believe it was genuine, even though it came from you.

He stretched you out so much, so perfectly, you weren't sure you could handle much of this. It was almost too much, too good.

He engulfed your mouth into his, kissing you deeply as he immediately picked up his pace. The bed was already squeaking, and your chest was already red.

The camera was above your head now, recording from an angle that showed the top of your thighs and your head thrown back as Eddie began sucking hickeys onto the skin of your neck.

That was when the scene was supposed to end. It was the shortest one in the script, which was another reason they wanted to get it over with first. But when the director shouted "Cut!", neither of you could hear him over the animalistic moans you both were letting out.

In fact, he called it about three times. But you two were so immersed, and your moans were so loud in each other's ears that it was useless. After a moment and after all the equipment was put down, the entire crew left the room and just allowed you to finish.

Out of all the times you'd had sex before, you didn't expect the best to be a completely scripted one. Eddie wasn't lying when he said he was experienced, he knew how to hit every nook in cranny in you like it was the millionth time.

When he felt himself getting close, he reached down and began circling your clit with his thumb. In the movies he'd seen, they always came at the same time. That didn't happen much in real life, but he wanted to make it look cinematic because, to his knowledge, they were still filming.

You gasped at the sudden contact, not expecting it. Thirty seconds later, you were cumming in sync, moaning into each other's mouths. He kept it going as long as he could but eventually he had to stop. Both his and your legs were trembling, sweat beading on your upper lip.

He kissed you for a moment, thinking in his head how great that would look on camera.

But when you both looked over at where the crew was, they were gone. You were confused, wondering why they didn't film as much as possible.

"Oh my god," you said, looking back up at Eddie. "Did they yell cut?"

His eyes widened. "Did they?"

"Did you hear them at all?"

"No, I didn't. Did you?"

"No."

You couldn't help but giggle at the situation. "Holy fucking shit."

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck."

"That's kind of hilarious."

He pulled out of you, pulling the condom off before grabbing one of the robes from the crates behind the camera, tossing another one to you. He opened the door to the rest of the set and the crew's heads shot up to look at him.

"Did... you yell cut?" he asked the director.

"Yep. Three times. You guys were so into it we figured we'd just let you finish."

That was when you laughed even harder, your head fuzzy and body tired.

After everything was cleaned up and you were heading back to your trailers, you caught up with Eddie outside his.

"Sorry we didn't hear cut earlier," you apologized.

"I'm not." He smirked slyly, and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Do you think you'd do something like this again? Real sex on a set?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. With the right person."

"Well, if I get another opportunity like this, you're the first person I'm recommending."

"God, please do." His voice was raspy now, seductive, sultry. Normally you didn't pay any mind to men who flirted with you. But something about actually fucking Eddie seemed to form some kind of bond, maybe just in your head.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a napkin, which had your phone number written on it. You leaned in close, wanting this to stay between the two of you.

"Well, if you ever want to do something without cameras, call me." You turned around to walk to your trailer, his eyes glued to your ass the whole time.

He swore he could get rock hard again right now if he wanted to. Something was different about you. You were one of the best fucks he'd ever had, and he intended on using that phone number sometime soon.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hi! I really enjoy your one piece writings, they have given me so much comfort when I don't feel okay 😭

Can I please get a Mihawk (I'm completely in love w this man aah) imagine where his wife is a sensitive person who gets sad when someone is rude to them but they feel insecure couse they think it's stupid

Thank youuuuuu ❤️🥺

First of all, I'm honoured that I can provide a source of comfort to you. I'm glad my work has made you feel better in your time of need.

Second of all: oh yessss bestie this hits the spot. It also reminds me of a wonderful scene in The Gentlemen (10/10, highly recommend) [it also hits close to home because I am a sensitive person]

The thing about strong people is that they make others want to be just as strong, which isn't always easy if even possible. You've always known you're a little 'softer' than most people but only after marrying Mihawk did you find the difference in temperament bothersome. Instead of considering your sensitivity a fact of nature, you've begun to find it a flaw, something that you should change about yourself.

You've never admitted it to yourself but the truth is plain and simple - you think it's embarrassing. That Mihawk will find your sensitivity embarrassing. Maybe if you had been up-front about it with your husband, you'd learn that he adores your soft heart. If he felt forthcoming enough, perhaps you'd even hear that you're the source of warmth and light in his life. Hence he calls you his 'sun'.

To say that Mihawk grew concerned when he heard your muffled sobs would be like not saying anything. A delicious euphemism at best. Anger and fear bubble inside his chest. There's a strange itch in his hands that eggs him to wreak havoc.

"Apple of my eye," his voice carries well through the rather empty room you're both staying at currently. "What is the meaning of this?"

Frantically wiping away your tears, you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Mihawk is leaning against the doorframe, blocking the entrance if you so wish to run away from this situation.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really, I'm alright. No need to worry," you half-heartedly attempt to reassure him.

The swordsman loudly exhales through his nose. He's your husband, worrying about you is his duty. In slow steps, Mihawk walks over to the edge of the bed where you're sitting. Pride and titles as if forgotten, he drops on one knee in front of you. One of his hands gently squeezes your knee.

Unsure what's the best way to go about these circumstances, you timidly meet his intense gaze. The passion in his yellow eyes makes you think of a maelstrom captured in a jar - something devastating held back by a miracle. He's already seething, just doesn't yet know who exactly to direct his violence at.

"Indulge me," he prompts you to confide in him. There's a rare sense of pleading in his tone.

So indulge him you do - you tell Mihawk all about the unpleasant encounter with a local tearaway. Your husband tries his best to control his expression as you recount the unambiguously offensive words, unwanted touches and threats of real violence coming from someone who was probably looking for a cowardly scapegoat to vent his anger. As you continue your story, tears just keep rolling down your cheeks, fear and humiliation finally finding their way out of your heart.

"I know I'm being stupid," you mumble as you clumsily wipe your face, "he was just rude and it's not like he actually hurt me but-"

Mihawk's touch makes you cut your sentence short. His hand, its skin rough and calloused, gently cups the side of your face. Your hot, salty tears disperse as his thumb slowly rubs them away. Something about the tenderness of his touch, of hands that have killed and maimed, is enough to make you feel like you're about to break in his arms. Even if you do, you know that when dawn breaks you will be whole again, put back together with the unending love Mihawk holds for you.

"You've always been too good, my sun," he tells you in a low voice. He could have said 'too soft' or 'too sensitive' but then his remark would come off as deceitful as it would suggest his dislike towards your nature. Nothing of that sort - Mihawk genuinely thinks you're a better person than most people walking this plane. And he'd rather succumb to torture than let anyone make you feel bad about that.

The man leans in and places his warm lips against your forehead. Without much effort, he lays you down on the bed and you let him. Even if you wanted to fight back, you're way too tired to do so.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing your face, neck, arms and back as he's waiting for you to fall asleep. The anticipation doesn't require much patience - Mihawk's tender touches lull you to peaceful slumber rather swiftly. When he's sure that you're asleep, he kisses your forehead again before cautiously leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Perhaps he can't turn back the time and make the offending man choke on his words but he can ensure that the tearway won't hurt you ever again. Someone resting in peace so you can rest peacefully is a good bargain.

Mihawk knows exactly who he's looking for. He made a note of a certain characteristic trait you had mentioned - an earring with a single, red-coloured feather. It doesn't seem like a piece of jewellery that would be common anywhere.

It doesn't take much to find the tearaway. He makes his presence well-known as he stumbles out of a tavern, his legs almost giving away with each step.

So he assaults random women minding their business and then gets blackout drunk. It's pathetic enough to consider his death merciful.

Staying true to his name, the swordsman stalks his prey before lunging. Appearing as another patron of the inn, Mihawk follows the stranger around the corner towards barns, stables and pigstys. Fitting place for the likes of him, Dracule thinks to himself.

The man with the curious earring staggers his way towards a drinking trough. He's fumbling with his pants, desperately trying to pull them down to relieve himself but his fingers are not dextrious enough.

Mihawk picks up the pitchfork leaning against the barn wall. In one, swift motion he gores the tool through the back of the man's knee. A guttural scream tears through the night as he falls to the ground.

The swordsman grabs a fistful of the tearaway's hair. He forces the kneeling man to look up into his seething, yellow eyes.

"Do I owe you money?" The man is slurring his words. He squints his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on Mihawk and, possibly, recognize his creditor. "It's money, isn't it? Shit, just give me two days, man. I'll give it back with interest."

"I don't care about money."

Instantaneously, panic appears in the tearaway's eyes. Did he just find himself in the same position he's put hundreds of people in to cure his own boredom and need for grandiosity?

"Then what it is?!" he shouts, fear settling in his viscera. Dracule's calmness put together with the sheer hatred emanating from him makes for a deeply unsettling impression.

"You hurt my wife," comes the answer. The fist clenching the man's hair tightens its hold further, threatening to tear off his scalp. "My wife," Mihawk growls.

But before the tearaway can ask for clarification, his head is forced into the drinking trough. Surprised and scared, oxygen is escaping him fast. Soon, his throat and chest begin to clench and throb painfully. Dark spots dance across his vision, foreboding blindness.

Then, Mihawk pulls his head just above the surface. The man desperately gasps for air.

"If you believe in a god," the swordsman begins in a low voice shaking with anger and adrenaline, "I suggest you start praying. Fast."

The tearaway's head is forced underwater again but this time, Mihawk keeps it there until the ruffian's body stops trembling and shaking. After that, Dracule waits for a while longer - just for good measure.

You're woken up by the creaking of doors as they slowly open. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you look over your shoulder only to experience a sort of deja vu: Mihawk is standing in the doorway. Before you can ask about his strange behaviour, your husband makes his way to you in long, quick strides. He kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Mihawk takes your hand in his. He takes something out of his pocket and places it in your palm. You recognize the red feather earring immediately. And is that... a piece of skin still attached to it? Gently, your husband closes your fist and lifts your hand to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"The rat has paid for its sins," he whispers to you. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, you don't want to know the details of this story.

[butlervibesonly]

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 || Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin had a rough day filming, and Y/n wants him to feel better as he comes home. Dinner, and, welp, a hot bath that isn't just a hot bath...

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female! reader

• Warnings : fluff, kisses and little bit of spiciness by the end...

• Note : I wish, and I'm repeating, I wish, I could write spicy scenes and the more I wish is to be able to finish them (forgive me) 😭🥲

Being an actor is surely amazing thing. Although it could be also very exhausting, and it can be rough. And that's Austin's case. He texted you more than once saying how much he was looking forward to going home, that he had had a hard day and was tired.

After a grueling day on set, he finally steps through the door, exhaustion visible in his eyes and in the heavy slump of his shoulders. The moment Austin walks in, though, he’s greeted by the warm, savory aroma of his favorite food drifting from the kitchen.

“Hey, babe, I'm home,” he calls out softly, and you peek around the corner, giving him a warm smile. You can see just how drained he is, and without a word, you walk over and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Austin lets out a sigh, resting his head against yours, clinging to you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I made your favorite,” you say softly, giving him a little smile. “I thought you might need a good meal after today.” His eyes soften, and he leans down to press a grateful kiss against your lips. And woah, how much he missed those lips. “You have no idea how much I needed this.”

You guide him to the table, where you’ve already set up everything—candles, his favorite dish, and even a little dessert. As Austin sits down, he looks around, visibly touched by the thought and care you’ve put into making this night special. You serve him, and as he takes his first bite, he lets out a satisfied hum, his eyes meeting yours with a grateful, softened expression.

"This. Is. Frickin'. Delicious." Austin said every word in the way to make you know this was what he craved for. "You're the best cook I know," he says, continuing to eat his food. "Well, thank you, dreamboat." you chuckle.

After dinner, you reach for Austin's hand, pulling him gently toward the bathroom. “I have one more surprise,” you say with a playful smile. He raises an eyebrow, curious, but lets you lead him inside, where you’ve already prepared a warm bubble bath. The room is softly lit with candles, the bath filled with bubbles and infused with his favorite soothing scents. He stares in awe for a second, then looks at you, clearly moved.

“I can’t believe you did all this…for me,” he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulls you in for another hug. “Of course I did,” you murmur, brushing a hand through his hair. “You do so much every day, and I just want you to relax tonight.”

He squeezes your hand and when he noticed that you actually also added rose petals, he can't help but laugh. "Do you know you should be the one who deserves such a romantic bath?" Austin jokes, making you smile. "You mean a rough man like you doesn't deserve a little tenderness?"

Austin laughs back at your humor, and starts to take off his clothes. As much as you fight the urge, you still watch his muscular body. He gets in, comfortable in the warm water, closes his eyes, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. "Wait a second," you managed to speak again, leaving him in the bathroom.

As you come back, you carry a glass of champagne with a strawberry in it. "There you go," you say, handing him the glass. Austin's smile widen, making him smirk. "You haven't forgotten anything, have you?" he said and took a sip. You follow him with your eyes, every move, every sigh he lets out. Even though he is tired, he is incredibly hot.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" Austin lets out, when he notices you standing there like a fool. "Join me, the tub is big enough." he smirks. How is even possible he can make you feel butterflies like some teenage girl?

After doubting for a moment, he nodded his head towards the bath to signal that there was plenty of room beside him. Finally, you agreed, taking your clothes off, too. His eyes don't leave you, capturing your every move. He holds out his hand, which is wet, covered in bubbles, to help you get inside.

You lay beside him, his arm around your shoulders as he press a kiss into your hair. You can feel the way his body reacts to your touch, making him hum. You then felt Austin kissing your neck, more intensively every time.

"I thought you were tired?" You smirked, looking at him. "I'm never too tired for you, doll," he says, his voice deep. Doll. That nickname is stuck with him since he played Elvis and you absolutely loved it. His hands started to roam around your body, and eventually flipped you, so you lay on the top of him.

You heard the water splash out when he did so. Gasping a little, he pressed his lips against yours. "You're so, so amazing. I can't get enough of you." Austin breathes fast as he continues pressing a small kisses all around your neck.

The original plan was for you to watch a movie together, but now it's clear that Mr. Butler has something much different planned...

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

I love your Husk pieces! He's my favorite =^.^= I wanna hug the shit out of him 😆

If you have time, could you do one where Charlie planned a movie night for "bonding" lol and the reader ends up falling asleep on Husk? Everyone ships them and encourages him to confess to her? So much fluff please! Thanks hon! ^.^

A/N: This is so adorable!! Love this! I hope you enjoy! XD

Pairing: Husk x fem!Reader

“Until I Smile at You” - Husk x Reader

After living at the Hazbin Hotel for a while, Charlie’s “trust exercises” had become less of an annoying nuisance and simply a part of daily life. Actually, they were kind of refreshing and - dare you say - fun! They ranged from trust falls and share circles to your personal favorite - movie night. Movie night happened once a week and every week the person who chose the movie rotated. This week was supposed to be Angel’s turn, but ever since he chose his movie to be the most graphic porn anybody had ever had the displeasure of seeing, he was banned from choosing the movies. Instead of Angel, the group decided to let Alastor choose. He was always a marvel, as his movies ranged from silent films to disgustingly gorey horror movies. Tonight, however, he picked a noir detective film that he enjoyed while he was still alive (not before endlessly complaining about how radio is the superior media form, though).

One thing that nobody could stand about Alastor’s movies was how much he talked during them. I guess it's because he's so used to working in radio that he cannot comprehend that maybe, just maybe, not everybody wants to hear his voice all the time. He would either explain every little detail about the leading actors or talk about a living memory that he associated with the specific scene.  This night, though, Alastor seemed so enamored by the movie that he was completely silent. You were sitting on the couch with Alastor, Angel, and Husk, and found your eyes getting slightly heavier with every passing minute. The combination of the dark room, boring movie, and precious silence was just what you needed to drift into a peaceful slumber. Slowly resting your head and body on the irresistibly soft and warm cat demon beside you, your consciousness fades in and out until your mind is finally met with sleep.

The second Husk felt your head meet his shoulder in a gentle embrace, he froze. He had only ever imagined this happening, and was nowhere near prepared for it to actually happen tonight. Despite his hard and tough facade, Husk craved nothing more than soft affection, and knowing that you trusted him enough to not disturb your slumber flattered him. He remained completely still (so as not to wake you) for more than an hour until the movie finished. Charlie, using the remote to find another movie, said, 

“Thank you guys for spending tonight with me! This was amazing! I think I’m going to put on another movie, if anybody wants to stay down here, but you’re welcome to go upstairs and go to slee-'' she is cut off when she turns around to see you asleep on Husk, practically beaming with joy. “AWWWWW-” she is cut off by Husk’s “Shh!”, partially because he is embarrassed but also because he doesn’t want you to wake up in embarrassment. This caused everybody’s attention to turn to the two of you, not quite as surprised as Charlie.

“I mean, are we shocked? He’s been fawning over Y/N ever since she moved in. Don’t shame the poor guy…” Angel says in a mocking tone.

Everyone’s eyes slightly divert, not wanting to completely show that Husk’s attraction to Y/N is anything short of obvious.

“Shut the fuck up, man” Husk replies. 

“I’m not saying that she’s told me that she likes you back… buuuuut you should definitely just tell her. Trust me.” Charlie says, literally gleaming with excitement. 

Hearing this, Husk’s insides flip, his internal monologue running wild.

‘Did she- does she- could Y/N actually like someone like me? She’s just so… perfect. I don’t deserve her. But - let’s just - don’t get your hopes up, man. This could just be Charlie being Charlie, saying shit to make people leave their comfort zones or something.’

“Alright idiots, let’s not wake her up.” he says, sighing and gently picking you up. 

“I hear a single word about this tomorrow, and I’ll kill ya.” he says, while quietly walking to your room. 

He rolls his eyes while listening to Angel making fun of him and Charlie trying earnestly to defend you guys, saying something along the lines of “But this is how Vaggie and I started to fall in love!”

Opening your door as quietly as possible, he gently places you down on your bed. Covering you with blankets, he turns to leave until he hears your soft voice call to him:

“Was all that stuff they said about you true?”

Shit. You heard? Should he deny it? Pretend he didn’t even hear you?

“What?”

Deny it is.

“The stuff that Charlie and Angel said… about you liking me. Is that true?” you ask.

“I don’t know what kind of dream you were having, but everyone was dead silent during the movie, because, yknow, bonding time or whatever.”

He was avoiding your gaze until now, hoping that you would just accept the lie and go back to sleep. Instead, when he looked at you, he was met with your disbelieving face staring right back at him. 

“Mhm.” you say sarcastically. 

Moments of awkward silence lead to Husk trying to make a quick escape, muttering goodnight and walking to your door. He’s halfway out of the doorway when he hears your voice again.

“It’s a shame, I was hoping that what they were saying was true.” you say teasingly, just loud enough for him to come back into the room.

“What did you say?” he asks.

“Oh, nothing” you reply, smugly. 

“Don’t do that.” he says, clearly intrigued but trying to seem annoyed. 

“Do what?” you say, teasingly.

“Satan, just tell me what you said. I don’t like playing games.” he says.

“Oh, but, clearly you do, if you’ve been ‘fawning’ over me since the day I've walked in,  yet.. said nothing.”

He looks - embarrassed. Almost hurt. 

“Fine, yeah, I like you. No need to rub it in and be an asshole about it, I know you don’t like me.”

You look at his diverting eyes and immediately regret your teasing tone.

“Oh, Husk, I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just being stupid. Come here.” you say, patting the spot next to you on the bed. 

He sits next to you, looking confused.

“Here.” you say, while holding his hands in yours. 

“Listen. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. I’m sorry if it came across that way. I mean, obviously I like you too. Was it not clear?” you giggle. 

Husk’s eyes widened in shock.

“What- I mea- You like me? Why?” he blurts out.

“Why? Come on, don’t be dumb. You’re the funniest person I know, you’re always willing to listen to me, and you’ve never once turned me away when I needed help. And, you're truly handsome, but that’s just a bonus. You’ve made being trapped in Hell actually enjoyable, which is something that you should be proud of. I wake up everyday excited to see you, to talk to you. I just wish you would've told me that you liked me sooner (and yourself)” you say.

Husk’s eyes are glued on you like you’re the last thing he’ll ever see, like he has to memorize your every feature before he blinks. He has never been more enamored with anybody before. 

In lack of a better response, all he can blurt out is, “Thank you!?”

You giggle, a slight blush creeping up your face. 

“And you are clearly tired. How about you sleep in here tonight? We can cuddle, or talk, or just sit with each other.” you ask.

“That - That sounds great.” he says, truly letting his guard down for the first time in years. As he lays next to you, finally becoming truly comfortable, he swears that he can see a white, fuzzy hand holding a phone by the slightly-ajar door.

“Angel, if that’s you by that door right now, you’re gonna want to run.”

You can hear the spider’s screams of “I GOT IT GUYS! THE FULL VIDEO!! AHAHAHAHA!” as Husk reluctantly leaves the bed.

“Excuse me,” he says, “I’m gonna go take care of this. I’ll be back.”

As he leaves, you start to realize how you got from the couch to the bed in the first place. Smiling to yourself, you savor the fact that, though you were condemned to eternal damnation, these people that you have found could not have created a better heaven for you.

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

what do u think of logan with a pain kink ??

(see X2 scene: where he puts out his cigar on his palm) 🫣

this scene is actually so insanely hot. regarding the pain kink, i feel like it depends on who’s receiving the pain.

from the scene that you mentioned (the gif above), he willingly puts the cigar out on his own palm and i assume feels it just like anyone else, but obviously heals within a matter of seconds because of his regeneration. this + his healing factor makes me think that he would get off on letting his partner rough it up with him a little bit; scratches down his back, biting, maybe even just enough to where there’s blood drawn. since he heals so fast, there’s nothing serious to worry about when it comes to long-standing effects on him. he’d probably be a little disappointed that he wouldn’t have the marks to prove it afterwards though.

imagine you’re just hanging out with him, he has you sitting on his lap, and the two of you are sharing a cigar. you’d look for a place to put it out and he’d offer you his hand. he’d convince you that it’s okay, to go ahead and put it out. you’re worried about hurting him, but he’s definitely getting off on it. he’d let out a low, pained groan as you pressed the burning cigar to his palm and he’d pull you in and crash his lips against yours to muffle the sound.

now for the opposite, you receiving pain from him, i believe he wouldn’t really be into extremely harsh stuff. of course he smacks your ass, grips your hips while he fucks you from behind, pulls your hair, gives you hickeys, etc etc. but when it comes to really inflicting pain on you, logan would not. he can regenerate, but you can’t. he’s rough but he’s not gonna seriously hurt you. he’d feel guilty about it. i feel like if you asked enough and made it clear you really wanted to, he would be down for something like biting you but he’d never go to the full extent of what he’s capable of.

[organic-bloodbath]

Knife Princess – Part 7

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You and Chishiya take the same subway on your way back home, and you make the journey more torturous for him than it had to be.

Warnings: idk mention to a smut scene? No actual smut tho, just Y/N teasing the life out of Chishiya.

A/N: I'm sorry but i had to write one more chapter torturing the crap out of Chishiya.

Chapters

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You had slept the night very poorly, the headache keeping you up, along with your thoughts and the weird flashes you had gotten last night. You still hadn't figured an explanation to them.

Right now you were sitting at a hospital's waiting area, about to have an appointment to check on your stitches and to possibly have them removed soon. The stitches on your shoulder had started to get a little infected as well. You weren't going to start doing any self-care at home, that was for sure. In the past almost every time you tried to do something at home on your wounds, just because you wanted to avoid a hospital visit at all cost, you only made it worse.

You looked at the clock on the wall, which seemed to be a minute or two late. There was still another 10 minutes before the appointment so you decided to go and find a bathroom.

You had no idea which way was the closest bathroom, so when you noticed one doctor standing in the hallway, back towards you, you gathered all your courage to approach them.

"Um, excuse me," you said carefully. "Could you tell me where-"

As the doctor turned around to face you and make eye contact, you instantly recognized him, making your heart stop for a second.

"Oh, you, um, you work here," you chuckled nervously.

"I do, yes," he confirmed, lifting his eyebrows. He was holding a folder in his hand. "Who's stalking who now?"

"This is a hospital," you stated and crossed your arms against your chest.

"Mhm, and you decided to choose exactly the one where i work." He smiled. "Well, what brought you here?"

"I was just going to ask where the bathroom was," you said, suddenly feeling awkward for not trying to search one on your own.

"Over there, go straight ahead and turn left," he explained, pointing the correct direction for you.

"Thanks," you said quietly and quickly walked past him towards the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" he asked before you managed to go too far. He wasn't meant to ask you that but the words slipped between his lips faster than he realised it. You looked over your shoulder, furrowing your brows.

"Um, yeah i'm okay." You gave him a little smile, then leaving him alone.

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The doctor could remove the stitches on your leg, but would leave the ones on your stomach for at least a few more days, as well as giving you a prescription for something that would treat the slight infection on your shoulder.

You visited the pharmacy to get the medicine, as well as more painkillers in case you started getting migraines again.

You grabbed a coffee from a cafe you had never been at before, sitting by a large window to enjoy your latte. You continued browsing for apartments on your phone, trying to find a decent one you could rent. You would have wanted to buy your own house so badly but you didn't have the money for that or a specific place you'd like to settle in for a longer period of time right now.

You had found a few options you liked and would like to go and check them out in person, but you weren't sure yet. You didn't know how much Niragi had put effort on searching for an apartment – it wouldn't come as a surprise if he planned to just kick Jae-sung's roommate out and stay living with him.

There was no way in hell you'd let him live under your roof though, you were going to find an apartment only for yourself, and Niragi just had to deal with his living situation on his own.

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A few hours later on your way back home, you were standing in a metro, holding the pole to keep you balanced since there was nowhere to sit - all seats taken by now.

Next stop, a large crowd stepped inside, only few people getting out. Then, a familiar face was coming towards you. Not that there was much space to go anywhere else anymore than near you.

"You're following me again," you stated.

"This is the train i always take back home from work," Chishiya pointed out. "I think it's you who's following me."

"I was here first though."

"You've clearly figured out my daily schedule and tried to be smart to hop in on an earlier station," Chishiya argued, a smug smile on his face as if he knew he was right and was satisfied with the fact too.

"I'm not that obsessed with you," you scoffed.

"That obsessed? So you're a little obsessed, hm?" Chishiya smirked.

"Don't think too much of yourself."

"I didn't hear a 'no'."

"I'm not obsessed," you insisted and rolled your eyes.

"Mhm," he hummed with a little hint of smile.

Even more passengers entered the train, even though it was already so full that you were standing only a few inches away from Chishiya, not able to move from your spot in any direction. People around you pushed you tighter against other, squeezing you against Chishiya as well. You accidentally stepped on his foot as your back was pressed against his chest. You had to lean against him harder because you didn't want to be glued to the man's sweaty back in front of you, just a few inches away.

You were about to lose your balance but Chishiya's hand found its way to rest on your hip. Not that you'd even be able to fall, you would only crash on the person right next to you and get an annoyed stare in return. You didn't realize his touch at first but when you did, your cheeks started warming up, and you were glad that you weren't facing Chishiya right now.

Chishiya was more aware of one thing than you were – the fact how hard your ass was pressing against his crotch. He smelled your shampoo and perfume very clearly as well. He had to take a deep breath in to calm himself down.

His hot breath was sending chills down your spine, and you had to swallow the lump in your throat. You had pulled your hair on a ponytail so he had a direct contact on your bare neck.

When the train stopped at the next station and people moved a little to get off and others get in, you shifted on your place a little, changing weight onto your another leg. You didn't get more space to move around though. Chishiya took another deep breath, your ass rubbing against his crotch very uncomfortably.

"Y/N," Chishiya mumbled into your ear. "Can you, can you please just stay still."

It wasn't a question. You glanced at him over your shoulder, furrowing your brows.

"Why?" you asked. His face was closer than you first thought, only an inch or two between the tip of your noses when you stretched your neck towards him. Chishiya's face was burning red and he was avoiding eye contact with you. You were still oblivious what was so wrong. "What is it?"

Chishiya cleared his throat. "If you can't take a step away, um, just, don't move, okay?"

You shifted on your spot again, now on purpose to see what he meant, hearing a low grunt in his throat. He was biting his lip and tried to step away but there was simply now room, since his back was pressed against another guy's back as well.

Your eyes widened when you realised what Chishiya meant. A giggle escaped your lips.

"This is not funny, i'm serious, Y/N," Chishiya stated.

"Oh, of course not," you said, trying to hold your laugh but weren't successful with that. You intentionally rubbed yourself against him one more time, pressing a little harder now.

Chishiya grabbed your shoulders in his hands, leaning his face to whisper into your ear. "Stop that."

"Or what?" you smirked, lowering your voice so nobody else would hear your words. "I'm causing a boner to you, hm?"

"Y/N," Chishiya gritted between his teeth. "I'm not playing around right now."

"Fine, fine." You just rolled your eyes.

Then, you turned around so that your bodies were facing each other.

"Better, hm?" you asked.

"You know that this is even worse," Chishiya disagreed, not amused at all in this situation. His face was red, and you had never seen him as serious as he was being now.

"Mhm?" you hummed. "Can't really do much about it before people start getting off the train."

The man behind you pushed you forward a little bit, making you squeeze against Chishiya with even more force. Chishiya could feel your breasts pressing against his chest through the thin fabric of your shirt. He tried his hardest not to think about your body being against his, but your strong perfume made his body even more aware of your presence.

You felt something against your thigh.

"Chishiya," you said slowly, trying to keep your face serious but you knew it started cracking fast. "Is that what i think it is?"

"Don't make fun of me, i can't help it," Chishiya stated with a look that could actually kill - you were going to be so dead when you'd get outside.

You put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck a little.

"Y/N," Chishiya whispered, looking directly into your eyes. "Stop it."

"Or what?" you bit your lip.

"We're literally surrounded by other people right now," he mumbled. "This is not the time and place for this."

"So, there will be a time and place later?" You raised your eyebrows with a grin.

If you continue this, there might be, Chishiya thought in his head but wouldn't say it outloud.

"Doubt it," Chishiya mumbled, but you could see that his face said otherwise.

Finally, you got enough room to take a step back. Both of you let out a deep breath. Chishiya forcefully grabbed your bag, making you to look at him with a puzzled and confused expression on your face, but you were quick to connect the dots when he let the bag hang in front of him, making you slam your hand against your mouth to muffle the giggles coming between your lips.

"Can you focus, our stop is next," Chishiya ordered.

When your stop came, you tried to walk past the people blocking the way but they wouldn't move.

"Hey, asshead," you spat and hit the tall man on his shoulder. "Move a little, will you?"

He just shot you a pissed off look, not moving a muscle.

Chishiya grabbed you by your elbow, starting to guide you out other way, but a few other passengers blocked you again.

Then, the doors closed right in front of you, keeping you inside the train as it started to continue its way towards the next station.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you complained, hitting the door with your fist as if that would make it open when the train was already moving.

"Remind me that i will never, ever again step into either an elevator or subway with you," Chishiya warned seriously. "Actually, anything which doesn't have an instant way outside even if things go wrong."

"Is my company that bad?" you pouted.

"I didn't say that," Chishiya sighed. "And don't tell me that i implied it."

"Mhm," you hummed, smiling.

You and Chishiya got off at the next station which wasn't too far away.

"So," you started. "Wanna walk back or want to wait for the next one?"

"We'll walk," Chishiya decided without any hesitation, instantly heading towards the stairs without taking another glance at you.

"Aw, don't be mad," you pouted.

He didn't answer, not looking at you either the entire way you were walking up the stairs.

"Chishiya-" you started when there was only a few steps left.

When you had walked to the top of the stairs, Chishiya pushed you against the nearest wall, putting his hands on both sides of your body on the wall, trapping you there on your spot. You were surprised and taken aback for this reaction and action of his.

"Mad, hm?" Chishiya murmured, raising his eyebrows. "You enjoyed teasing me like that?"

"Actually, i kind of did," you giggled. "You going to punish me or something?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You'd be into that, wouldn't you?"

"Not at all," you denied, shaking your head but he knew you were lying by the smile on your lips. You tried to look as serious as you could but failed at the attempt miserably. "I'd hate it. Despise it. Wouldn't be into it at all. Come on, i deserve it for the suffering i caused you."

"You're impossible."

"I've been told that," you smiled. "I know that you like it. I physically felt that."

I think we should continue this somewhere... dryer?

"You want to continue this elsewhere, huh?" you smirked.

"I didn't say that," he protested.

"You just did," you stated. "And your body is telling me something else than what you're saying."

Chishiya put his hand on your waist, making you flinch of the sudden touch you hadn't been expecting. He trailed his finger along your collarbone first, slowly moving his hand under your chin. He tightened his grip on your waist, bringing his hand just above your waistline. He looked deep into your eyes and pulled you closer against his body until your waist was against his. He slid his hand under your shirt, his cool touch on your bare skin sending shivers down your spine. Whatever he was going to do to you, you wouldn't stop him.

He leaned his face closer towards you and for a mere second you thought he was going to kiss you but instead he brought his face to your ear.

"Two can play this game," he whispered into your ear.

And then, he simply let go of you and walked away. You just stood there for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded, until ran after him to catch up with him.

"Hey, what the fuck was that?" you yelled at him.

"What was?" Chishiya said calmly, imitating you, as if he had no idea what you could have possibly meant.

You shot him an angry glare. "Oh don't play dumb with me," you spat.

"I'm not playing anything," he responded with the same calm tone.

You rolled your eyes. Sure it was fun teasing him, but when he did it to you, it became annoying as hell.

When you arrived outside, it was raining. Neither of you had an umbrella with you, so if you walked home in that weather, you'd be soaked.

"Still wanna walk?" you asked.

"I'm not getting back to the train with you," he protested.

"Come on, the next one won't be as full," you whined.

"Hm, you take the train then, i won't stop you."

"But what if i get robbed when i'm on my own?" you speculated and put your hand on Chishiya's shoulder, making him look at you. "There's always a danger lurking behind a corner to a young, beautiful and unprotected woman, such as I."

"You're a big girl, i think you can handle it," Chishiya replied, managing to pull a comforting smile on his face. "Now, you going to come or not?"

"Fine, i think i wanna tease you a little longer," you insisted and walked by his side. You didn't mind getting wet by the rain, to be honest, it was rather refreshing.

"Hm, lucky me," he mumbled and started leading you towards the correct direction.

"You should feel lucky indeed," you agreed.

He didn't look at you, trying to ignore your presence next to him.

"So, had fun at work today?" you asked, trying to make some conversation to keep you far away from an awkward silence. "Saved many lives?"

"It was alright."

"What kind of doctor are you really?"

"I'm treating children with heart diseases," Chishiya explained, which managed to surprise you. Somehow he hadn't seemed the type to primarily work with children but the thought warmed your heart a little.

"Yeah? So, you'll never be my doctor then?" you sighed, acting a little upset. "There's no chance that you'll treat me if i end up being taken to the hospital?"

He glanced at you with a hint of smile. "We have many good doctors to take care of you if that happens."

"I guess." You let out a deep, dramatically disappointed sigh, but right after a flirtatious smile spread on your lips. "But i wouldn't mind to be examined by you."

"Yeah?" Chishiya asked, glancing at you with a slight smirk but then changing the subject away from himself. "What do you do then?"

"Hm. Guess." You narrowed your eyes, eager to know what he would think about to be your profession.

Chishiya looked at you for a while, examining your face and entire figure.

"Nothing science related at least," he pondered.

"What, i don't look smart enough to you?" you scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest.

"Hey, i'm not commenting on your intelligence level, don't go all defensive and offended right now," he protested. You just rolled your eyes, letting him continue. "Hm, it has to be something creative."

"Oh so i give that stereotypical artist vibe to you?" you asked.

"A little bit maybe. Not like a depressed painter type though," Chishiya pointed out. "But I'd say... an animator."

"That's a surprisingly good guess," you admitted. "I do graphic designing."

He asked a little about what kind of projects you did, and you were slightly taken aback for his interest in that topic, even though it didn't expand in an insanely long conversation.

When you finally arrived back home, your clothes were soaking wet, as you had thought, and so was your hair. You felt your shirt glued on your skin, its fabric really thin.

"So, i-" Chishiya started, but couldn't finish his sentence when he looked at you.

"What?"

His gaze was on your chest, but then he turned to look away from you, shaking his head. You weren't sure because he wasn't fully facing you anymore but his cheeks turned slightly pink.

But when you looked down at your chest, you realized what he had become so embarrassed about. You were wearing a white shirt, but the water had made it a lot more transparent now, showing your red bra through more clearly.

You instantly wrapped your arms around your breasts, embarrassed and cheeks probably turning red too.

This is why you hated white shirts but this one had seemed like it wouldn't show off your bra too bad. Except when it got wet, apparently, which you hadn't tested before this moment.

Chishiya cleared his throat, refusing to look at you. A smirk spread on your face.

"Chishiya," you started, rolling his name in your mouth slowly. "Have you never seen a girl in her bra, hm?" You took a step closer to him, your hands on your hips. "You can look, i don't mind," you said when you had gotten over your own initial embarrassment.

Chishiya glanced at your chest one more time, though not on purpose, his eyes automatically moved down there. He kept his gaze in your eyes now, about to say something but couldn't form the correct words.

"How long did you plan to keep teasing me?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

"Hey, i didn't make it rain outside on purpose," you defended yourself. "Mother nature is one of the things i have no control over."

You'll have to take them off and find out, your voice continued right after.

"I'm not taking them off," Chishiya sighed.

"Aren't we moving a little fast here." You let out a short laugh. "I wasn't saying anything about taking anything off but now i'm intrigued," you said and played with his blond hair. "We'd have to be in a more private area though if you wanted to start stripping me."

Want to have a round two in my room tonight?

"Y/N, we haven't even had a round one," Chishiya stated. He was trying to keep his face calm and emotionless, but he felt his cheeks warming up, again. Yet, continued his own voice in his mind this time. Chishiya wanted nothing more right now than to lean in and kiss you, but he didn't manage to make himself do that. What really was holding him back? You weren't exactly being subtle on what you were thinking and hinting at him.

"Round in what?" you asked, furrowing your brows. "Have i made you that flustered that you're not making sense anymore?"

"It's starting to get into that point, yes," he admitted.

Then, your little moment was interrupted when two men walked down the stairs towards you. You got so startled you automatically took a step away from Chishiya, almost stumbling on your own feet.

It was Jae-sung and his friend from the night you were playing cards together. He had introduced himself to you once, but you had already forgotten his name. They both turned their heads towards you. The other man moved his gaze on your chest, making you instantly cover your breasts with your arms. Jae-sung, on the other hand, was looking at Chishiya.

"Well, hello there. It's been a while since i've seen you," Jae-sung greeted. "What have you been up to?"

"Just, work, i suppose," Chishiya answered, not in a mood to start having a wider small-talk with his neighbor.

Jae-sung glanced at both of you, raising his left eyebrow. "You two know each other?"

"No, not really," you hurried to say. "We, um, just met."

You had no idea how much he had seen of your interaction with Chishiya. Did he see you when you had already pulled away from Chishiya or when you still had your hands on his shoulders? Or heard of your conversation. You weren't suddenly sure how loud you had been talking when you thought you had been alone.

"Mhm," Jae-sung hummed, looking amused. "Well, we have to go now. It was good to see you again, Chishiya. You should hang out with us some day. You can play cards, right?"

"I'll think about it," Chishiya vaguely responded and gave him a polite smile. In his mind was a thought that he wouldn't join them and not even think about it.

Jae-sung and his friend walked past you, but then he stopped right next to you, whispering a few words into your ear. "If you're planning to spend the night in his room, i'll cover for you if Niragi asks anything where you are."

Your eyes widened and when you locked eyes with Jae-sung, he only winked at you with a smug smirk. You didn't know if Chishiya had heard his words but looking at the unbothered expression on his face you assumed he had not.

The two of you started to finally walk upstairs, six painful floors to go – the elevator had now an "out of order" sign attached to it. You were so tired of walking and only wanted to change into your warm pyjamas and go to bed, wrapping yourself in a thick blanket. Neither of you spoke anything as you walked side by side.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Chishiya wished when you had reached your doorstep.

"You're such a gentleman, walking me all the way to my door and all," you smiled, hand on your chest.

"Your door is literally on the way towards my apartment," he pointed out.

"Why do you have to constantly ruin the mood?" you whined.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Chishiya repeated, now putting more weight in his words and turned away from you, starting to walk towards the next staircase.

"Goodnight, Chishiya," you yelled after him before he'd disappear out of sight completely.

When you entered the apartment, Niragi came out of the toilet, located just a few metres from the front door, when you were taking your shoes off. He turned his gaze towards you.

"What the hell are you walking outside looking like that?" Niragi asked loudly, looking at your chest.

"It's not my fault it started raining," you defended yourself and rolled your eyes. "And mind your own damn business."

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You weren't able to fall asleep, tossing and turning in your bed, even though you were tired and more than ready to sleep. All you could think about was the intimate moments with Chishiya earlier and how much you loved to have his hands on your body.

You grabbed a book from the bedside table and started reading it for a while, hoping it would make you feel more tired and help you fall asleep, getting your mind clean of all the thoughts about Chishiya.

After some time, it helped.

Right now, Chishiya had you pinned on the bed under him, holding your hands above your head and planting kisses around your neck and collarbones.

He peppered kisses all around your body as he slowly crawled back, until his head was located between your legs.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped. He moved his hand away for a moment but you quickly stopped him by grabbing his hair. "Wait, can you- can you do that again?"

"Do what again?" Chishiya smirked. "This?"

You opened your eyes again, waking up from the short dream and finding yourself all alone in your own bed, Chishiya nowhere in sight.

Oh hell no, you thought. You were not going to start having sex dreams about your damn neighbor. Hot neighbor, your mind corrected you. It didn't take more than one moment of him touching your body to start fantasizing about him like this.

You stared at the ceiling above you. It had felt so real, like you had actually felt his real touch on your bare skin and it was still lingering there, sending sparks all around your body.

He was cute. Handsome. Interesting. You wouldn't deny that you had some sort of attraction towards him but you had been sure that it was all just teasing and joking around. In the beginning, at least.

This didn't feel like just a joke.

You wanted to go upstairs and knock on his door, not caring that it was one o'clock at night, and make him explain why he made you feel this way and see these flashes on him too. Obviously he couldn't know the answer and would think you were just even more obsessed with him. It was a dream after all – but the previous night playing with the cards? That hadn't been a dream.

You took a pillow in your hands, tightly burying your face on it and letting out a frustrated scream.

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Lying on his own bed one floor above you, Chishiya kept thinking about the moments with you, not able to get you out of his mind.

He could still smell your perfume while pinning you against the wall, face close to your neck. He could still smell your shampoo while having his nose almost buried in your hair, standing right behind you.

You were driving him insane. He was going crazy already on his own without your effort, but you teasing him like that made it thousand times worse. He wanted to tell you to back off and leave him alone – but he didn't actually want that. He liked having you close, keeping you so close to him. He wanted more of you but he was afraid to take that step.

Why? He wasn't sure.

Just do it, the voice in his head said. Just kiss her and then move on with your life.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about your face in his dream the other night. You kissing him, so gently cupping his face in your hands.

He wanted to go downstairs and knock on your door. To wake you up, grab your hand and lead you into his room. Press you against a wall again and savor every part of you.

But there was something else inside him too when he looked at you. Something what stopped him from just taking you all to himself right there and then. This warm feeling in his heart which wasn't only sexual. You were beautiful, but it wasn't only that.

He couldn't grasp what it was about you. What piece was missing. Something was missing, something he didn't remember and he wanted nothing more than solve this mystery about you. If he didn't have this feeling in his heart, you'd already be laying in his bed.

One more time and he'd break under your touch. One more dream was probably going to be enough.

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A/N: You have no idea how hard it was for me not to make this a smut chapter i was dying.

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Unwritten [Aemond Targaryen x reader]

A/n: Hi everyone! I haven't written in SUCH a long time, I've been so busy with uni lately, and my writing is SO rusty. House of the Dragon brought me back to writing, since it's so good, and I'm quite literally obsessed with ALL the men & women there.

Apologies for any mistakes, it's late at night and english isn't my first language.

Requests are OPEN for most of the House of the Dragon characters.

Summary: Reader finds letters that reveal the truth behind her marriage to Aemond. He proves to her what their marriage actually means.

Nodding at the guards standing outside Aemond's study, I entered, expecting him to be sitting at his desk.

As soon as I stepped foot in the room, I was enveloped by the light that entered through the open window, and I understood why he enjoyed spending his time in here. It wasn't often that I came in this room, but I missed him more than usual. I let go of the surprise that he was nowhere to be seen, assuming he was going to come back soon.

The light breeze coming in from the window rustled papers on his desk, an action which distracted me from his absence. Wanting nothing more than to put them back, I made my way to the desk. My gaze dropped to them as I reached for what looked like letters.

My eyebrows furrowed as I noticed my house crest on them, the first thing I looked for was the date. These had been before I got married to Aemond. My heart squeezed in anticipation, as my eyes quickly scanned them over. My older brother, the one I thought to be so caring, practically signed me over to Aemond, in order to "ensure our family's safety".

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to slow down my racing thoughts -- this wasn't a moment where I could let my emotions take over.

Scenes from before my wedding appeared in my mind, my mother telling me how in love Aemond must've been with me, since he requested my hand in marriage. All lies, I had been lied to for the past two years. My family betrayed me, filling my mind with lies, so I wouldn't be opposed to marrying him. My husband, the thought made me feel sick to my stomach, filled me with even more lies, all the times he said affectionate words to me, every time he told me he loved me -- none of them were true.

I had been told that Prince Aemond took a liking to me when he saw me a while back, during one of the formal gatherings at court. It was all fabricated by my mother and brother, who were desperate to win over the trust of the Greens. I had honestly been quite shocked at the news that the Prince wished for my hand in marriage, not believing my family's words. He repeated over and over that I had won over his heart in the mere moments we danced together until I actually believed them.

Dropping the letters back on the desk, I didn't care if they were organized or not, I had already made a plan. I will return to the bedroom I shared with Aemond, take some gold, enough to buy me a place on a ship, and run away - it wouldn't matter where, for now.

Before I could leave, the door to his study opened. "My wife, I missed you," Aemond's voice filled the room.

Turning towards him, I couldn't bring myself to smile back, so I just waited for him to reach me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards him, the other pushing a few strands of hair out of my face, a soft smile resting on his lips. I fought to not lean in to his touch, as I normally would. I had to remind myself of the letters I found, having to tell myself he didn't actually care for me-- it was just an act, a marriage of convenience, apparently. The dark thoughts made their way onto my face, as a shadow of worry appeared on my husband's face.

"What's wrong, my heart?" I tried not to scoff at the words he used. The hand that was resting on my face moved to straighten the furrow of my eyebrows.

"I found out I had been lied to." I tried my best to keep my tone even, pushing him away and grabbing the letters. "All the people I care about betrayed me. My family. My husband."

It was his turn to frown now, his eyes falling to the letters. "How have I betrayed you, my love?"

"Stop- Please, stop saying words like these if you don't mean them." I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the pain in his beautiful ones. I continued speaking, not caring that he wanted to say something. "My family told me you wanted to marry me. Not that they convinced you to take my hand. They sold me to you." My voice broke, so I stopped talking, choosing to control my breathing.

"Look at me." I kept my eyes focused on the wall behind him. "Please." He raised his hand, placing it under my chin and moving my face towards his. As soon as our eyes met, tears escaped. "Don't cry, my heart. Let me explain myself. It is true, your family came with the offer."

I scoffed, shaking my head sadly, but I let him continue.

"If I wouldn't have wanted to marry you, I could have easily denied them at any moment. Do you remember when we shared a dance years ago?" I nodded. "That was the moment I decided I would marry you. No matter the circumstances. It just happened that your family reached out first."

He lowered his head slowly towards mine, giving me enough time to push him away if I wanted to, but I didn't. "I love you," he whispered as he closed the distance between us, his lips lovingly kissing mine, then moving from my lips to my cheek, then my other cheek. My nose was next, then he kissed the tears that reached my jaw, from there going to my neck.

"I guess some parts were left unwritten."

Applying more pressure to the sensitive spot he knew on my neck, I moaned lightly, making him chuckle.

"Let me bring you to our bedroom, so I can show you just how much I love you." He picked me up, holding me closely. "You won't ever have to question my love for you."

Another A/n: I'm sorry my smut fans, but I stopped here- if people request the continuation of this fic (it would have smut- and A LOT)

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The spell: Dean Winchester x reader

„Sam? This better be important ‘cause I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

“I’m using the emergency line, right?”

“Last time Dean used the emergency line it was about lack of pie. I swear he’s older but acts like a complete child sometimes.” Y/N shook her head not that Sam could see that through the phone.

“Yeah.” He agreed “But I would never….”

“Remember the time when you lost a shoe?”

“That was one time Y/N! And it was…. Under different circumstances…..”

“Oh, relax, I’m just teasing. But seriously, go on and tell me what is this about, cause I really am busy.“

“It actually is about Dean…”

“Oh, I had a feeling this day would be intense. What do we deal with? Demon? Jinn? Shapeshifter? Oh, please tell me it’s shapeshifter, those are my favorites.

“A witch, in fact.”

“Fine by me.” Y/N shrugged, unaware that Sam’s words has a second meaning. Only the prolonging silence on the other side made her a bit suspicious “Sam? You’re still there?”

“Yes.”

“So? Where do we meet? At the motel or at the crime scene?”

“Stop talking like a CSI!”

“I am CSI, Sam! Now again, where do we meet?”

“At the motel. But please…..”

She did not let him finish, since Sam was making her impatient by straining information. So she had no idea what was coming for her.

***

“Guys?” Y/n entered the motel room without knocking and two pair of eyes landed on her figure. Sam was his usual self, calm and collected, sitting by the desk, working. But Dean…. Dean was distracted, in the lack of better word. Pacing around like he was suffering from the sudden fit of anxiety. “What the…..?”

“ Should have listened to me….” Sam muttered, while his older brother took one stride towards her and wrapped his arm around her without any word.

“Um… good to see you too, Dean, but what’s with the PDA?”

“Can I just hold you?” he mumbled, begin so out of character

“Yeah… I mean, sure” she frowned, hugging him back. This was unexpected, to say the least. They have been together for a couple of months now, but the older Winchester were mostly keeping his laid back attitude in the relationship. “But…..” she hesitated, but stopped the question. This was actually pretty nice. Having Dean in her embrace like this, being the one he was turning to. It made her heart stutter a bit.

“But what?” he asked pulling away

“You know what, nevermind” she smiled brightly brushing hair from his face “if you need me….”

“I always need you.” he burst without thinking

“ Oh….” She felt her heart skip a bit. That was definitely new and she wasn’t sure whether she should feel the warmth and happiness or rather get worried about his current state. “Um…that’s nice, Dean.” She hugged him again, at the same time peeking over Dean’s arm, mouthing words at Sam asking for explanation. “How about you sit here for a moment, Dean, huh? I just gotta talk to your brother, who surely owns me some explanation.”

“I don’t want to let go of you…..” Dean pouted

“I’m not going anywhere, I swear” she smiled and pushed him onto the chair next to Sam and talking the third left spot. Dean immediately leaned towards her and grabbed her hand, caressing it gently.

“Y/N…..” he turned towards her, begging for attention, even though she was doing nothing more than giving it to him

“Yes, Deanie?”  her eyes focused on her boyfriend without any sign of annoyance.

“Come sit on my lap.”

“What?” now she was blushing

“Come on…” Dean patted his thigh but seeing her becoming reluctant, just reached for her, grabbed her waist and put her where he needed her, hugging her to his chest from behind.

“Um…’ she muttered, distracted by his hands. He was doing nothing, just holding her and she was already melting. This was dangerous.

“do you want me to leave you two alone?” Sam laughed, but once he met with Y/n’s murderous gaze covered it by coughing

“Talk!” she shout at him “What happened?”

“You remember when I mentioned the witch?” Sam started

“Yes, of course. Now please, cut to the chase! Not that I’m complaining, but I’d rather have the real Dean back. I want my bickering, teasing and sensitive on the inside boy.” Said boy were currently planting kisses on her neck. “Oh, god, I just can’t ….” She muttered, standing up from Dean’s lap immediately meeting with his sad eyes and mouth curved down. “I’ll be right back to you, sweetie, all right?” she smiled caressing his cheek and facepalming herself on the inside for calling him like that. What the heck was going on. Was it like the “it’s Tuesday again” situation? Did she wake up in alternative reality “Just stay here for a moment. And you.” she turned to Sam “you’re coming with me.”

***

“The charm?” fifteen minutes later Y/N and Sam were sitting in the booth in a crappy diner. The girl being herself ordered herself some pancakes, leaving the younger Winchester to do the talking “Guess I should have connected the dots… what? why are you looking at me like that?” she swallowed a particularly big piece of her dish and frowned

“You and Dean are so similar when it comes to your favorite food.” Sam shook his head and smiled lightly

“I’m hungry! I’ve been on the field for hours and didn’t have breakfast so cut me some slack! Now back to the witch. What do we do to break the spell? Burn her? Capture her? Slave her?”

“We are not doing anything. I’ve already got her location and ….”

“Sam…” Y/N sighed, putting her fork down and looking him straight into the eyes “you know the rules. You know I can’t let you go alone.”

“I’m not asking.”

“I’m not answering .”

“You either leave me alone or Dean. Given his current love-sick puppy state I think it’s pretty clear who need the supervision.”

“Sam…..” her tone became a bit warning

“Come on, Y/N, you know I’m right. It’s an open and close case. No trouble I promise.”

“You always say that….” She muttered “Fine. You really left me no other options, did you?”

“Look on the bright side.” Sam flashed a smile “you get to spend some quality time with you boyfriend. Maybe even get a little action….”

“Shut up Winchester!”

***

“I’m back Dea…. Woah!” she barely get the chance to step through the door when Dean swept her off her feet and spun In the air. “Put me down! Put me down!”

“Oh I may put you down, but I’m not letting you get away, again.”

“Oh please…” she scoffed, but not honestly not being opposed to his actions and switching rather towards teasing him about it “I was gone for like fifteen minutes, surely you did not miss me that….”

She was cut off by his lips on hers. Damn, he was such  a good kisser. And because of that spell also needy and maybe a bit desperate. Holy shit… Sam was right, it has been a while since….

“How’s that for not missing?” he asked cupping her cheek and brushing thumb over it. Oh, how she wanted to give in, let him pull her closer… Sad thing, she could not. It was like she told Sam in that diner- she was not opposed to clingy Dean, searching  for affection, but this was not him. She needed the assurance that all of his actions were a conscious choice not the side effect of some witchcraft.

“How about we slow down a bit, huh?” she pulled away, or rather tried to pull away, since his large hands stopped her from doing so.

“But I need you…” he whined

“I know honey, but ….”

“What? Why are you always turning away from me?”

“I’m not turning away, love.”

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Dean and that is why I think you need some rest. Don’t you wanna lay down for just a bit?”

“As long as you stay with me.”

“I will. I promise. Now come on.” She grabbed his hand and lead him towards the motel bed. It was far from comfortable, but both Winchesters and Y/N were already used to that. The girl slowly pushed Dean onto the cushions and reached for the blanket to cover him, but he was way  faster. When she moved towards the edge of the bed he grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush onto his chest, sneaking one hand under her shirt, tracing patterns on her bare skin. It was nice. It was really really nice, but she could smell his neediness with every inhale and exhale he was taking. So she moved a bit, just to look into his glistening eyes.

“What do you need, Dean? Tell me.”

“I just want to feel you next to me.”

“I think we got that covered “ she grinned “you practically got me caged here.”

“I’m sorry” he looked down, but she grabbed his chin and met his eyes again

“Stop it, Dean Winchester. You hear me, stop it. If I wanted out, you would never be able to stop me, but I chose to be here. So go on. Talk.”

“Can you just hold me?”

“Sure my pretty boy. Come here.” She laid on her back motioning for him to snuggle into her arms and put his head on her belly, arms locked around her waist. “It’s gonna be all right” she cooed running her fingers through his hair “We’re gonna get you out of this mess. You are not alone, baby.”

***

Two hours later, she found out she fell asleep. The sun was slowly setting over the horizon and instinctively she turned onto the other side, hand searching for Dean but he was not there and her heart fluttered.

“Dean?” she mumbled getting up, rubbing her eyes and walking outside. He was standing by the railing, eyes fixed on the space “Hi….” She whispered slowly approaching him and wrapping arms around his waist, pulling herself closer.

“Hi baby.” He answered closing his eyes.

“Are you… back?”

“Guess Sam did some good work. And by himself. At this point I feel expendable. You two clearly can handle all this shit by yourself. “

“You idiot.” She smacked the back of his head in the lightest hit there ever was “Expendable. You are truly unbelievable. How much do you remember?” her voice trembled a bit.

“All of it.”

“Oh.” She gasped but then smiled “so you do remember the affectionate attitude?”

“Yes.”

“And how needy and whiny you were?”

“Yes.”

“And?” she tilted head trying to get any reaction out of him which clearly was going to be a little challenge. “Was it …. Was It just the spell.”

“No.”

“God, don’t piss me off, Dean.”

“It was all real, all right? Whatever charm this was it made me act the way I felt. Cause I do need you. And I should have told you that sooner.” He turned towards her and reached for her hand “you are important to me. Damn, Y/n, you know I love you, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, Dean.” She assured “you speak through your actions. And frankly ,the way you behaved was not about me. It was all about you.”

“How so?”

“You needed love. Affection. Some softness. Maybe it was all because of the fact you suppress all those needs? Cause you are reluctant to admit you have them? Hm?”

“I;m not even going to answer that.” He mumbled

“Dean, come on. We’re all humans… and yes, I believe that even despite you being a vessel for an angel, you are still human. It’s normal to need someone to hold you and love you. And you got me, so promise me, you won’t hide from me.”

“You want me to be open and honest?” he smirked

“Is that too much to ask for?”

“Yeah. Way, way too much. But I’ll try.”

“I can work with that.”

“Good. Now shut up and kiss me.”  

“I thought the effects of the spell were over….” She tapped her chin in reverie

“Guess I do have to take action by myself” Dean mumbled leaning forward and capturing her lips in sweet, gentle, delicate kiss. It was not needy, not anymore. It was a promise from him to try and do better in a relationship. “Shall we take that inside?”

“You had to kill the moment” she rolled her eyes at him “Welcome back, you prick.”

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Charlie Spring, An Appreciation: Part 1, Courage

Nick Nelson gets a lot of love, and justifiably so; I'll be the first to admit that he's amazing (see my many Nick-related posts as evidence). But I hear all too often that Charlie is leveling up by being with Nick, or that Nick is too good for Charlie. I beg to differ—vehemently—and here's why, part 1 (of 3, maybe?).

I often find myself in awe of Charlie during some of the quietest and least dramatic parts of the Heartstopper show and comics, because his bravery, resilience, and tenacity are displayed in ways that seem inconsequential, but are actually incredibly meaningful and telling. This boy has a thread of steel running through him, whether it's obvious at first glance or not.

We see this almost from the very beginning, when Charlie is assigned to a new form and told that he'll be sitting next to Nick, "one of the rugby boys," and, "I'm sure you'll get along swimmingly." Here is not only Charlie's worst personal nightmare, but also a teacher who is blithely unaware of the terrible position he's just put Charlie in--being placed in close, daily proximity to the type of person Charlie associates with the darkest time of his life. But we don't see fear on his face, or even that much dread—this tells us so much about him in just a nanosecond. There's resignation and bitterness, yes, but Charlie knows he can withstand this, because he's been there before and survived. This is borne out in later conversations with Nick where Charlie assures him that "I'm used to it." This is a horrifying injustice, one Nick rightly calls out, and it shows Charlie's resilience in the face of a degree of cruelty that many people never experience.

This little moment outside of the changing room is another revealing scene. Charlie knows exactly what he's walking into, exactly the kinds of comments and sly bullying he's going to experience in that room. He knows he will have to have his guard up every second, that he will have to prove himself to this group, even though he shouldn't have to. He also knows he'll be fighting his own self-doubt, and so this experience will be a battle on two fronts. (Three fronts, if you include trying to hide his feelings for Nick.) But he does it anyway. Sure, you could argue he's doing it solely to be near Nick, but I think this is also his way of making sure that those boys don't dictate his actions or his life. This is Charlie taking a stand. And this is just one example—he does this over and over and over again, in many different settings and situations.

Case in point, calling it off with Ben. Charlie has been the victim of what is essentially brainwashing and abuse from Ben for months. Ben has told Charlie verbally and shown him physically that Charlie means less than nothing to Ben, and that Charlie can never expect anyone to ever want him or care for him. And Charlie often, tragically, believes him. That Charlie is able to break free of this vicious cycle and take the steps to distance himself from Ben shows his immense inner strength. You can see on Charlie's face (thanks to Joe Locke's inimitable talent) that he can't even believe he's done it. And we have to keep in mind that this happens long before Nick is a real possibility, so we can't say Charlie does this for Nick. He does it for himself.

I do have to include one of the more iconic scenes, because this ⬇️is Charlie's clarion call, his hope, his banner, for the rest of this story. He knows he has a lot of problems to work through, that he's complicated and sometimes hard to interpret, so it's easy to see this scene and think Charlie's words come from a place of insecurity (and of course that is some of what's happening here). But he's strong enough to both acknowledge it and ask honestly that Nick not let those parts of Charlie become the focus of their relationship. He requests, even during this moment of almost brutal honesty and vulnerability, that Nick see him completely, as the whole person he can be, because Charlie knows that person is there inside himself. The self awareness and bravery this takes is enormous.

There are a million other moments like this that I could write about, both big and small:

But I'll end this already lengthy post with this: When one considers the amount of sheer courage Charlie has to exert just to live his daily life, it almost defies understanding. Charlie Spring is a gladiator of the mind and heart, completely worthy of any good thing.

[hepburnswan]

beach party

🌸 pt 2 of you are kenough 🌸

pairing: ken x reader

summary: in which barbie finally leaves the dreamhouse and goes to the beach, only to find a surprise waiting for her there

warnings: fluff, some romantic undertones 🥴 , super corny ending

word count: 1.8k

authors note: soooo here is pt 2, hope ur all excited 😁😁 the ending is super corny and sounded better in my head lmao, let me know if yall want part 3 !!

It was time.

Time to get out of the house and head down to the beach!

Though you were a little nervous, you were definitely anxious to get out of the dreamhouse. You took extra care to get all dolled up (see what I did there 😁) for your grand appearance. You decided to leave your hair down, and put on your favorite bikini, along with a matching coverup, beach bag and sunglasses. Then, you were ready to head out.

Little did you know there was a surprise waiting for you..

It was already a little later in the day, you had taken some time to yourself after your conversation with Ken, but better late then never.

By the time you pulled up to the beach in your pink convertible, the sun was already beginning to set and there was no one to be found.

You groaned in disappointment. Had everyone really gone home?

It was fine. After all, you had gotten used to being alone. It couldn’t hurt to hang out for just a little while.

You got out of the car and stepped down the sand dunes down to the beach, setting your bag down and sitting down next to it. You felt weird though- almost as if you were being watched? No, that was impossible. There was no one here!

You could only sit still for a little while before paranoia began to set in. You kept hearing sounds, almost like whispers, but convinced yourself it was just your imagination. You stood up, about to turn around and head back to your car when suddenly a voice shouted, “NOW!”

You were frozen in shock as confetti and the sound of noisemakers filled the air, and barbies and kens emerged from seemingly nowhere - behind trees and cars and buildings, and at the very front of the crowd was Ken - and well, another Ken, holding a giant banner that read,

WELCOME BACK BARBIE

In a matter of seconds, you were surrounded by your fellow barbies, being hugged, and petted and told how much you had been missed by them.

“Surprise!” President Barbie said excitedly.

“We’re so glad you’re feeling better!” said physicist Barbie.

“What .. what is this?” You smiled, dizzy with both joy and confusion.

“Okay, quiet down everyone!” Ken shouts, and the crowd hushes.

“Barbie,” he says chivalrously. “We wanted to show how much we care about you,” he smiles, and you blush.

“So, in honor of your return to the Barbieland party scene, we decided to throw you the best. Beach Party. EVER!” he yells, and the crowd cheers.

Your hand is over your mouth in shock as the girls around you giggle excitedly.

“So?” Are you ready?” President Barbie asks, and the crowd anxiously waits for your answer.

“YES!”

The crowd screams with excitement, and the party begins!

The party was spectacular, and continued to be as the night went on. Everybody - and I mean everybody - had shown up to celebrate. Even Weird Barbie was there, and Mermaid Barbie and Merman Ken would pop out of the water every now and then to wave to you and the rest of the partygoers.

You were sitting with a group of other barbies, gossiping and sipping on imaginary tropical drinks. “So who’s idea was this party, anyways?” you ask.

“Oh, it was Ken’s, actually!” says Diplomat Barbie, nodding towards where he sat in the distance.

Really? Ken had planned all of this .. for you?

“He .. he did?”

“Yeah!”

“Of course, we were eager to help!” President Barbie chimes in. You smile to yourself.

Meanwhile, Ken sat on a quiet corner of the beach with a few of the other kens, just chatting about horses, when his eyes fell upon you. He gazed in awe of how the other barbies fawned over you like you were some sort of princess. That was fair, you definitely looked like one, he thought. It was then, when he noticed a beauty in you that he hadn’t noticed before. Huh, he thought.

“Uh, Barbie?” Author Barbie asks.

“Hm?” you smile.

“There’s one more thing,” she says, handing you a pink envelope, which smelled of vanilla. You accept it, holding it for a second, confused.

“Barbie couldn’t make it tonight, but she left this behind for you before she left,” President Barbie says softly.

“Ah,” you reply.

You immediately knew which Barbie she had been referring to.

Stereotypical Barbie, or Blondie, as you called her, had left for the real world a few days earlier. She had been one of your best friends in Barbieland, if not your very best, and though you had supported her in her decision to leave, you already missed her horribly.

“We meant to give it you sooner, but.. we weren’t able to because, well, we didn’t see you much these past few days…” Doctor barbie says, looking at you sympathetically. “But we thought now would be a good time!”

You nod in understanding and open up the envelope to find the note written inside. You pull it out, and after a deep breath, you read.

Dear Barbie,

I’m writing this as I’m getting ready to leave for the real world, and I want you to know a few things. One, don’t you worry, I’ll be back to visit! And more importantly, two, I want you to know how perfect and amazing you are! You’re one of my very best friends and I am going to miss you so so much. You are kind and beautiful, just as any barbie should be, and don’t you ever forget it. Don’t let any ken or any barbie bring you down, ever. Keep making Barbieland a better place, the way I know you can, and know that I will do my best to do the same in the real world. I love you so very much!

Lots of love,

Blondie <3

P.S. Keep an eye on Ken for me. Maybe you two can keep each other company ;)

You blushed at the last sentence. What on earth did she mean by that?

Nonetheless, you appreciated the kind words from your best friend, and put the note back inside its envelope and slipped it into your beach bag. You decided to get up and clear your head a little, and bid goodbye to the other girls, heading down to stand by the plastic waves alone. You thought of Barbie’s letter, especially that last sentence. She couldn’t have meant…No! Absolutely not. But that must’ve been what she meant! No, don’t flatter yourself! She probably just meant in a friendly way! But the wink.. the wink! That wink had to be suggesting something!

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t sense the presence behind you. Not until he tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around to face Ken himself.

Without thinking, you manage to stutter a “H-Hi Ken!”

“Hi Barbie .. you feeling okay? Is it the party? Are you overwhelmed?” he asks sweetly.

“No, no! I’m sorry. It’s just, you just.. startled me there.” you reply, calming your voice down. “The party’s great, actually. I heard you planned it, is that true?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods shyly.

“How long have you been planning this? There’s no way you could have pulled this all together in just a few hours!”

He says nothing, just mock-shrugs and smiles.

“Oh my god, really? But how?”

“I have my ways,” he smirks.

“Ken… you really went through all of this.. for me?”

“Of course, Barbie,” he blushes. “After all, you deserve it. And I figured it was the least I could do to make it up to you. To all of you.”

You grin from ear to ear, pulling him into a hug.

“I knew you hadn’t changed.”

After pulling away from your hug, Ken had an idea. Though you had already reassured him that he was already enough, that he didn’t have to do anything to impress anyone, including you, he figured there was no harm in trying. Just for fun.

“Hey Barbie, wanna see something cool?” He says excitedly.

“Uh .. sure? What?”

“Watch this!” he grins, before suddenly disappearing to god knows where. A minute later he returned, carrying his surfboard under his arm.

“Oh Ken, no.. I don’t think you should.. remember last time?” you pleaded.

“Relax, Barbie. I got this,” he says reassuringly, before shouting, “HEY EVERYBODY! CHECK ME OUT!” eliciting an exceedingly large amount of gasps and murmurs for the rest of the party. You even saw Ken’s enemy, Ken, stifle a laugh, and you shot him an angry glare that made even him nervous. Before anyone could stop him Ken was already bolting towards the water.

You covered your eyes, not wanting to see what was about to happen, only to hear cheering and applause. You open your eyes to see that Ken had landed perfectly - and was now surfing the plastic waves.

“Well that’s new!” President Barbie laughs, and you giggle with excitement at Ken’s success. Like a pro he glides back to the shore, a huge grin plastered on his face as the crowd cheers for him. When he’s back on land, he waltzes right up to you.

“Told you so,” he grins, and you nod proudly.

“Oh, Barbie!” he says. “There’s one more thing,” he smiles, before suddenly taking your hand in his. You blush, and he pulls you over to where the other barbies and kens had started a bonfire.

Everyone gathered around the fire in a perfect circle. You sat with the other barbies, and him across the circle from you with the other kens. He sat next to his buddy, another Ken, who was holding a guitar, and you shuddered when he handed it over to him. Uh-oh, you thought, you’d seen this before.

“Barbie, this one’s for you!” Ken yells adorably, holding the guitar in his left hand and pointing his right finger at you. Suddenly feeling very shy, you hide your face in your hands once more, only to hear Ken start playing a very familiar tune. Your favorite song.

You looked up at him, bewildered. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You looked through the flames and there he is, belting out a gorgeous rendition of the song you loved so much. The two of you locked eyes, and when you looked into them, you saw everything you needed to see. This was not done for his own pride or ego, no. This was done entirely and solely for you.

The circle is waving their hands back and forth slowly, you’re enchanted by his voice and his eyes and your heart is thumping in your chest with a familiar feeling you weren’t sure you wanted to admit you felt.

Looking into his eyes, you see the same; there is hurt, and regret, but there is also care, and admiration, and that same something.

Something new.

Something more.

[jesuis-assez]

We know that Lucy calls Tim babe (I refuse to use past tense I’m in denial lol), if you could have your way, what would Tim call Lucy as a pet name? #ChenfordChats

Hmm... I think I'd melt if he called her 'Baby' or 'Sweetheart' I have a soft spot for those ones. I don't know what that's about. I don't want to go there 🤣

And if I think of moments where those terms of endearments could've been used:

6x04:

When he rushed to the hospital and comforted her by touching her head ever so gently. Him softly telling her, "My god, you didn't have to take my hero suggestion so literally" If we were to replace "my god" with "sweetheart" or "baby" ?? 👌

6x06: ( Everyone put your pitchforks down and hear me out ) 🤣

If he said "I'm sorry, baby" or 'sweetheart' right before kissing her forehead. Although, I'm not sure how it would have fit exactly in the scene. But, I wouldn't object to it. It actually was one of my favourite scenes of theirs in season six. It had everything for me. It ripped me apart emotionally and left me wanting more. I loved it, no sarcasm here. I'm being genuine.

The scene itself is already packed with so much angst. But, then there would be them holding hands, " I'm sorry, [term of endearment]" and a forehead kiss in there. We're already on the ground dying and that would just finish us off.

In 6x03:

Lucy is over preparing for her detective exam with Tim being so amazing and supportive.

What he said here was truly enough and It doesn't matter so much that a sweetheart wasn't at the end of him saying 'yourself', but I would've loved it even more. I thought him saying that to her was a huge thing to say, coming from someone who ALWAYS needs to feel in control.

Because Lucy was so far in her head with it. So much that she had been projecting all of her self-doubt onto Tim. She couldn't see that he was being supportive, because it's not like her parents were ever supportive of her career. She's never had that support.

Yes, Lucy. And not even yourself, either.

That's what she was doing. Listening to that voice in her head telling her that she isn't good enough. That she's not ready and she can't do it. And Tim being her number 1 supporter was there reminding her not to do that. After all... he had taught her not to.

And to see her going back into that mind-set, to see Lucy filling herself with all that self-doubt again? To second guess herself again... It must be hard to watch someone you love, spiral like that. To try and help them through it and no matter what you say or do, it only pushes them further to burning out.

I focused heavily on season 6 for examples. Even if he were just to say, "Are you okay, baby?" I am aware that he said 'baby' to Isabel before (When she got shot in the head) but, that doesn't mean shit here 🤣 It's obviously a term he has been comfortable with using in the past. I don't see why he wouldn't use it again, unless he were to come up with something specially for Lucy. (What I am hoping for)

If he were to actually use 'sweetheart' that would also fit well for Lucy, for how kind-hearted she is and has been to him.

I do hope that Tim might use something that we've never heard before. *fingers crossed* for this one. It won't matter if he doesn't. I'm ALMOST sure whatever endearment he comes up with (if he even does) some of us will probably pass out on the spot *raises hand* Me. I'd-- I'd do that. Ok, I might (very unlikely)

But what most likely would happen is what usually happens. I'll either be internally screaming or I'll sit there on the spot inaudibly screaming 'Ahhhh' while pointing.

I'm hoping it would be something that's unique to their relationship. Or at least Lucy. I'd be so on board for that! I am a sucker for those kinds of nickname/endearments, too.

Y'know, something similar to when she was his rookie and he would incessantly call her 'boot'.

Thank yooooou for sending me this ! I may have put waaay too much thought into this. I'm incapable of answering without talking extensively about it. This ask was a lot of fun 💖🤭

[behoright]

Are you serious about writing for Rod.......asking for a friend.....

rod brind'amour as a dom

a/n: yes I am writing for him. yes I am so deadass. but until then, here you go.

warnings: 18+ - minors dni! smut and (heavy) kink related content below. also bad editing.

OKAY so

dom dom dom dom dom

stern

I'd say he's mostly like a harsh dom

but let it be known that the harshest doms build the most loving foundation

I see him as the one that really plans it all out before even having any sexual contact with you

lots of conversations meet ups you could even call them dates-ish before any scene

always remembers your favorite things, how you like to be taken care of, your soft limits, your hard limits, everything

he is very disciplined and very much sticks to the rules but

idk why like I see him playing with fire a bit

aka bringing you to the rink before and after hours

sorry I know it's not the most "correct" but I just see it sm

it would definitely be when there's nobody there

like late late late

and not in any area where anyone could easily walk in

so he'd use common areas but kinda secluded ones

obviously the most used would be his office

it's big and spacious and private

the idea of him like

sitting you down at his desk and telling you

"you can't move from here until everyone has left the building"

after a game

"and if you don't move at all then you can be rewarded"

goodbyeeeeeee

games are usually what 2.5 hours? plus the boys have to shower eat rest and they stay after to workout after the game

and he would just leave you there no vibrator no phones no nothing all you have to do is sit

"and I will know if you move"

fdvkjnsldkfj imagine one night you decide to

defy him

and you move his pens to the opposite side of the desk they're usually on

he comes back when everyone's gone

he looks at you he looks at the desk

it's such a slight change most people really wouldn't notice

but it's Rod

and he knew something was off the second he walked into his office

you can see the wheels spinning but don't break eye contact

your thighs getting damp on his leather chair

"did you move?"

you're not brave enough to answer

rod begins circling around the desk

you want to answer but anything you could say is going to get you in trouble

"you know that no answer is way worse than the honest answer."

he says and he keeps walking around the desk, slowly taking off his cuff links and stuff

but literally words just. are not coming out

you're literally biting your lips subconsciously because you know what's coming

"okay. since you want to do this, stand up."

your body betrays you and you just bolt up

he moves you next to the window and opens the blinds

it's like a floor to ceiling window that faces the parking lot

its high up but like. its a window yall

"is this your final answer?"

eyes are locked together

you are trembling

"okay then. I think I have been more than generous."

he says and he's rolling his sleeves up

girl get ready

he slaps you

a medium slap not enough to really knock you off your feet but it leaves a mark for sure

your eyes watering as you feel the tingling on your cheek

he's not happy you didn't listen but his bulge is definitely growing

rod is average maybe a little over but thick. thickkk and veiny

if you moved like 3 pens or 3 items on his desk he'd slap you 3 times on each side of your face

"you moved my things. not only did you move, but you moved my things. has no one ever taught you not to touch what's not yours?"

he turns you over, bends you over the desk

blinds still fully open FYI

"did no one teach you manners, young lady?"

3 items you moved x whatever the score of the game was that night = number of spanks on each side

and he spanks really really hard

it makes your hips bruise because he smacks so hard you hit the desk each time

when he's done you actually don't move this time

and he walks to the other side of the desk

you can see how hard he is

he puts the pens in front of your eyes

"whose are these?"

"yours, sir."

and he'd probably make you say that countless times

until it feels right in him

he might even use the pens to write something on your body where no one else can see

they're old men pen too. fancy ones

since you're still bent over he makes sure your eyes are locked on his but with your head down. your chin on the desk

and he'd just jerk off in front of you

cum all over your hair and face

just sooo degrading

obviously a lot of clean up and cuddles after on his office floor

but the next time he says to stay and not move until everyone has left

he leaves the door open

blinds open

"since you weren't able to stay still last time. maybe less privacy will make you more docile."

staff and even players walk by and just see you sitting completely immobile

no one asks any questions no one says anything but damn

fair to say when everyone was gone and he came back he was much nicer when he closed the door

throws everything off his desk

(pens included)

and just fucks you so hard so passionately

really loud and sweaty

he has endurance like no other

rod can really go for hours

his satisfaction knows no bounds but what matters more (when you deserve it) is your satisfaction

until he sees that you're fully spent he keeps pounding

he really deep down wants to make you feel sooo good

I'm sweating

he would definitely use the team shower 100%

he'd use the shower heads to tie you up like an andrew's cross

his favorite thing is

pain n pleasure duality

he looks more of like a rope guy to me than anything else

so I really see him like

making his own cat o' nine tails

with the rope he knows you like the most

and just

whipping

lightly but definitely a good whip

he'd start from the front. the harshest part

abdomen and breasts first

and then thighs

he loooveesss thighs. he'd go a little harder

and he loves the sound of the ropes hitting you and echoing in the shower

if you try to keep quiet he goes harder

he would leave a good amount of time for you to recover

if the team had a good game he would even come over slowly and rub where the red marks are starting to appear

and if he's in the mood for it he'd take his tie and either put it over your eyes or as a gag

and then he'd do the back

he loves watching your flesh just give into the whippings

so it's more decisive lashes in the back

if he's not in a good mood he'd make you count out loud

and rod wants to hear it

if you're not counting loud enough he would make you start over

"I didn't get that. restart."

Rod doesn’t like to hear excuses like

he knows that you know what he likes so if it’s not happening

there really is no reason for him so he’d just tell you to restart or to fix it

if he thought it was an actual issue he’d bring it up the day after or something

all of this still with his suit on btw

he lovesss the way it makes him feel

and he loves having you completely naked and exposed while he’s dressed to the nines

also side note but as serious as he is like

he can be really playful

like in the shower after he’s done with the lashings I can see him running his hands over the places that hurt

and also in places that you’re a lil ticklish

just running his fingertips over it

yes to check how you’re doing but also rlly to watch you giggle when you’re like spent and out of breath

and then he’d move his hands to where you ache the most

this is blunt but like

rod loves a wet cunt

he would only fuck you if you’re wet enough

for him

and there’s been times that you were wet but just not up to his standards

so he would keep going until then. all the kinky stuff is really majority of foreplay

going back to the shower

since the ropes are holding you in place

he’d touch you until he’d feel you body go limp

have his face really close to yours pet your head the whole time kiss you gently

whispering the most encouraging words

king of dirty talk for real

sometimes the way he carries himself and the way he says things can get you to melt more than anything

uhhhhhhh yeah

overall being his sub would be a whole trip

always bruised but always very taken care of and satisfied

and that’s what you like most

[wei-ying-kexing-apologist]

QL 2024: Favorite Pairs

Tagged by @abstractelysium in their QL 2024: Favorite Couples Tag Game, and while I have been breaking the Top Five rule (and all the other rules) with the other Favorites I’ve been tagged in, because they are the engineer of this whole thing I will be good and stick to my Top Five couples of 2024, again in no particular order:

Kasuga and Nomoto- She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat

I LOVE THEM! I mean, that will be a trend with every one of these pairs so I should maybe not start with that. BUT, they are such good compliments of each other, it’s literally in the name of the show. Nomoto and Kasuga are just the nicest, kindest people who do nothing but care for each other and the people they love. They are so bright and warm, and I know they will be together for a very long time. I want to be in their friend group so badly. 

Karan and Achi- Cherry Magic: Thailand

I love these boys in every universe. But I especially love these boys when they are actually allowed to engage in physical intimacy in the try to lose your virginity show. If you look up the definition of “simp” there would just be a photo of Karan sitting there waiting for you. I really enjoyed the take that Cherry Magic: Thailand had on Karan learning about Achi’s powers. Newwie did such an incredible job performing Achi’s awkward energy and obviously there is no better couple on earth than the one that whale screams the second his crush rests his head on his shoulder. 

Latte and Almond- Knock Knock, Boys!

Sex scene of the year if you ask me. I love how much these two love each other, and I love how much Latte tolerates Almond continuously trying to get a look at that dick for a birth mark. I know I’m really hung up on the sex scene between them, but I think it’s a really good manifestation of their relationship. Like truly I love the fact that Latte is sexually experienced and Almond is very much not and yet their first time is still incredibly awkward because of course it would be. In my mind, it is a sign of a good relationship when people challenge themselves for the sake of their partner. Latte being hesitant to go to the beach because of past experiences but knowing that it would make Almond happy and deciding to go and having a much better time than he expected was one of my favorite moments of the entire show. I look forward to Almond turning off the blaring alarm Latte will sleep through foe as long as they are together. 

Lee Do Hoe and Sin Ju Yeong- Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

Okay I know compared to the others on this list Do Hoe and Ju Yeong’s relationship is a little bit of a harder sell because of what Do Hoe put Ju Yeong through for all those years. But. I do genuinely believe they are really good for each other and life and trauma got in the way. It is so important to me that the first real and genuine smile we see from Do Hoe is because of Ju Yeong. I am so glad they had each other, for however brief a time as kids, and I am thrilled they found each other again as adults, the Ju Yeong called Do Hoe on his bullshit, and that they both stood together to destroy the fucking dojo that caused both of them so much pain. I really love that we end this show with Do Hoe and Ju Yeong jobless, in a small apartment, with Do Hoe studying for the college entrance exam he’s failed multiple times. But they are together, and they are happy, and they are free. 

Shiba Ryoma and Haruto- Love is Like a Poison

THIS IS WHAT I WANT IN A BATTLE COUPLE!!! Ryo and Haruto love and support each other and it is not hard at all to find that in the evidence. Ryo has been enamored with Haruto from the moment they met, they will literally fight for each other both in court and in warehouses where they have been kidnapped by evil doers. I love that their love is so secure that there was no concern about Haruto pulling a noble idiocy. He immediately starts talking to Ryo’s plants, they can actually read each other’s minds, and most importantly to me, Haruto’s little group of homeless children immediately adopting Ryo into the fold as a person they can trust and go to when they and/or Haruto need help. I love how staunchly Ryo stands up for and trusts Haruto, and how uncompromising he is in making sure everyone knows where he stands when it comes to his job versus his lover. If you have not watched Love is Like Poison, please take this as a sign to do so.

tagging: @lurkingshan, @troubled-mind, @bengiyo, @avorbl

[lurkingshan]

Theory of Love Episode 2: Love Actually

Let me get this out of the way right at the top: I'm so mad that Third made me rewatch this terrible movie! If you haven't seen it, I implore you to keep it that way, but here's what you need to know:

The film is a series of interconnected "romance" vignettes, most involving inappropriate relationships, laced with misogyny and homophobia and racism in pretty much every storyline, that is inexplicably beloved by the masses.

I am judging Third for liking and taking inspiration from this film, if I'm being honest. And this is the specific scene he drew from:

For context, this is a man secretly confessing his shameful crush on his best friend's wife who he barely knows (which the film presented as romantic). Third apparently connected with this man's hopeless love for someone he can't have to the extent that he decided to try confessing to Khai in the same way (after Bone reminded him of it), despite the fact that this confession was doomed to fail, by design!

And of course, this didn't work, because Khai was completely unable to receive this as a love confession in the context of their current relationship. And I think some part of Third had to know that would be the case. He knows Khai! When Khai offered an interpretation for Third's actions that fit within his framework of their relationship, Third let it happen instead of using his words to communicate his true intentions. He's not ready to succeed at this, and I think part of him finds sitting in the torment of his unrequited feelings romantic.

One of the things I like about this episode is it establishes some clear parameters around their friendship and how Khai sees it. First of all, Khai does care about Third, and he pays attention to him and tries to take care of him within the boundaries of platonic male friendship. Sure, Khai is selfish sometimes, but Third likes him for a reason. They genuinely get along, have a lot of shared interests, and Khai gives attention to Third and goes out of his way to check in with him and make him feel better (without realizing he's the reason Third is down in the dumps in the first place). They are friends, for real.

Second, Khai believes in separating friendship from dating. He has a rule to never date friends--because he knows his approach to dating around and having casual sex is not compatible with involving people he actually cares about--and he keeps these two categories of people separate in his own mind. And because of this, he is absolutely unable to process Third's desire to move from one category to the other. For Khai, Third is his most important person, his best friend that he intends to stick with his entire life. The people he dates are much more ephemeral, passing interests that he doesn't much care about as they come and go. He can't think about Third in that context, and so he won't. When Third attempts to confess to him using the Love Actually scene as his inspiration, you can see Khai finding a way to rationalize it in real time to make it something else.

And as much as I find Third's expectations for and failures to communicate with Khai a bit frustrating, I want to give him credit for trying to put himself out there. His fear about making himself clear to Khai is completely understandable, even just in the context of their friendship before you add the whole layer of his sexuality and Khai (to this point) only seeming interested in dating women. And now that he has Two to confide to and encourage him, Third did try to push Khai to realize how he feels. He just wasn't quite ready to say it with his whole chest, because this friendship is important to him, too. And as we saw when he cried watching a film about a girl who was afraid to confess to her friend, he knows he has something to lose if Khai can't reciprocate. I don't think it's an accident that his confession in this episode was half-hearted and designed to emulate a famous confession scene where there was never any chance of success.