#i feel like there's such a playfulness and a quiet intimacy to their scenes going all the way back to that s2 premiere

[yzzyhee]

forever and always — sjy & psh

bf!jake x yn x bf!sunghoon

warnings: established poly relationships (jake yn and hoon), pet names, kisses, lowcase written

synopsis: you might just realise how your boyfriends are going to be your forever and always and love you even more for your clingy side.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: if you know me then you know this was bound to happen. literally down bad for jakehoon and would legit be the perfect house wife for them both 🙏🏻 feedbacks are appreciated 🙂‍↕️ this was also inspired by a tiktok but i can’t find it anymore so yes well credit to them for inspiring me so badly for jakehoon fluff 🥹

sigh.

and sigh.

and sigh again.

as you sigh dramatically for the hundredth time, you nuzzle closer to jake, who’s giving you a mix of exasperation and amusement. you know he secretly enjoys it, even though he's acting all serious right now.

“yn, i swear to god,” jake mutters under his breath, trying to maintain his composure but failing. his eyes flicker with a hint of fondness that he can’t hide. “you’ve been doing this all morning. what’s going on?”

you pout, your hand reaching for his, intertwining your fingers as you snuggle into his side. “i need attention. and you’re not giving it to me,” you say in a slightly whiny tone, the words dripping with playful dramatics.

it’s jake’s turn to sigh this time, though it’s more out of defeat than annoyance. “i’m literally right next to you,” he grumbles, trying to seem unbothered, but his thumb starts tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“but where’s the fun in that?” you reply, eyes widening innocently as you look up at him. “i want you to pamper me.”

at that exact moment, sunghoon walks into the room, fresh from the shower, a towel lazily hanging from his neck as he shakes out his wet hair. his eyebrows raise as he observes the scene — you clinging to jake like a baby koala. “what’s all this about?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice as he notices your clinginess.

“yn in one of their moods,” jake says, rolling his eyes but smiling softly.

“mood?” you huff, now turning to sunghoon, your pout deepening as you shift away from Jake and towards him. “i’m just asking for a little love and attention! is that too much to ask?”

sunghoon chuckles, crouching down in front of the couch, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently caressing it.

“a little love and attention, huh?” he repeats, his voice soft yet teasing. his eyes hold the same warmth that jake’s do, even if they’re both pretending to be put out by your antics.

you nod vigorously. “yes! both of you have been ignoring me all morning.”

jake snorts at that. “ignoring you? you’ve been between us the entire time of the night, and the day before and so on.”

“exactly,” sunghoon adds, now leaning closer, his lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss. “we’ve been right here.”

you let out another exaggerated sigh, though this one is more playful than frustrated. “it’s not enough. i need more,” you declare dramatically, your arms wrapping around sunghoon’s neck as you pull him into an embrace, leaning back into the couch cushions with him in your arms.

jake, seeing this, sighs as well and shifts closer to you on the other side. “you’re so clingy today,” he mutters, but there’s no bite in his tone. in fact, he sounds almost… happy.

and you know the truth — they secretly love when you’re like this. they’d never admit it outright, but the way jake’s hand sneaks around your waist to pull you back into him, and the way sunghoon’s arms tighten around your frame, tells you all you need to know.

you feel their warmth enveloping you, and for a moment, you bask in the quiet intimacy of it all. their steady breathing, the subtle beat of their hearts against you, it makes you feel safe — like you’re exactly where you belong.

“i know you guys secretly like it when i’m clingy,” you mumble, half into sunghoon’s chest and half into Jake’s shoulder.

jake huffs, his hand now rubbing soothing circles on your back. “you’re impossible.”

sunghoon laughs softly. “but we wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says quietly, pressing another kiss to your temple.

you smile, feeling the love from both of them surround you, the gentle touches, the warmth, and the way they’re both here, right where you need them.

“love you both,” you murmur contentedly.

jake presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “we love you too, clinginess and all.”

sunghoon hums in agreement, his hand gently brushing through your hair. “always.”

you shift slightly in between your two boyfriends, the warmth of their bodies making you feel all soft inside. jake’s fingers continue to trail lazily along your back, and sunghoon is still playing with your hair, a quiet hum vibrating in his chest.

"so, what you're saying you need more attention, huh?" jake says, his voice dropping just a little as he tilts his head down, catching your eye. he has that playful smirk on his face that you know too well — the one that always makes your heart skip a beat.

you narrow your eyes at him, catching on to his teasing. "yes, exactly. i don't think you're giving me enough." you stick your tongue out a little, leaning more into sunghoon’s chest.

sunghoon chuckles, his hand moving from your hair to your waist, holding you a little tighter. "you sure about that? because it kinda looks like you're being spoiled right now." his voice is smooth, almost a whisper, and it sends a shiver down your spine, though his tone remains lighthearted.

“hmmm” you hum thoughtfully, biting your lip in a mock-thoughtful way. “spoiled? i think we can do better.”

"oh, is that right?" jake leans down even closer, his breath brushing your ear now, sending a tiny spark through you. his tone has a teasing edge as he adds, "maybe we should really show you what spoiled feels like."

you laugh, but it's nervous — playful nervous. "what are you guys planning?" you squirm slightly, trying to keep your cool, but the closeness of both of them has you feeling all warm and giddy inside.

"nothing." sunghoon’s voice is too innocent as he shifts, his lips brushing your cheek now. "unless you're asking for it."

you playfully push at sunghoon’s chest, giggling as jake nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "you two are so-" you start, but you're cut off by a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, this time from jake.

"what?" jake murmurs against your skin, a smile in his voice. “loving? affectionate?”

“clingy,” you tease, laughing when sunghoon pinches your waist gently.

“clingy?” sunghoon repeats, raising an eyebrow. “that’s rich, coming from you, love.”

you scrunch your nose, knowing you're definitely being the clingiest one right now, but also secretly loving how they're both so wrapped up in you.

“okay, okay, fine. maybe i’m being a little clingy today,” you admit, your voice softening as you look between them. “but i like it when we're like this.”

jake’s teasing smirk melts into something softer as he rests his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your collarbone in the faintest kiss. "we like it too," he says, his voice lower but still full of affection.

sunghoon’s hand traces a slow path up and down your side as he leans in to press another kiss, this time to your forehead. "we always like it when you're close," he whispers.

a blush creeps up your neck as your heart flutters, feeling the intensity of their closeness but also the overwhelming sense of love in the moment. it’s not just about flirting or teasing - it's the connection, the warmth, the comfort they bring you.

you could spend the rest of the day tangled up between them like this, and it just wouldn't be enough.

you let out a soft, contented sigh, your heart swelling as you snuggle even closer. "you two are such softies," you mumble, trying to hide your smile as you close your eyes.

jake chuckles, his voice rumbling against your skin. "only for you."

"and only always," sunghoon adds, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

you smile at their words, feeling loved in every possible way. and even though they were teasing you just a minute ago, you know they're serious. they’d spoil you, hold you, love you forever if you asked them to.

"guess i’ll just have to keep being clingy then," you say softly, opening your eyes just enough to see the way they both look at you — like you're their whole world.

jake’s lips quirk into a grin, and he leans in, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart flutter again. "we wouldn't want it any other way."

sunghoon hums in agreement, leaning in closer to plant one more soft kiss on your lips. “never.”

yoy smile, feeling warmth bloom in your chest as you snuggle closer to both of them. “good,” you whisper, pretending to be dramatic again. “because i’m not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me forever.”

jake chuckles, tightening his arms around you as he presses his forehead against yours. “forever sounds perfect.”

sunghoon grins, leaning his head on your shoulder. “you say that like it’s a threat, but we’re definitely winning here.”

you smirk, eyes still closed. “you sure? i’m a lot to handle.”

jake snorts. “please, you’re nothing compared to sunghoon’s weird obsession with collecting skincare samples.”

sunghoon gasps dramatically, pulling away just enough to look offended. “excuse me? my skin is flawless, thank you very much. you could learn a thing or two.”

you laugh, the warmth in your chest growing as their playful banter surrounds you, making you feel even more cherished. "fine, you two can keep bickering while i just enjoy all this attention."

jake grins, ruffling your hair with a soft chuckle. "our clingy queen deserves nothing less, and we’re at your service."

sunghoon leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "forever at your service," he adds with a teasing smile.

you sigh contentedly, snuggling into both of them as you murmur, “forever sounds perfect.”

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ SLEEP AID ! - choso / 10.13 / kinktober

CW: fingering, female receiving, oral sex, they're housemates, fem bodied reader, she/her used, choso might be ooc bc i've never written for him lolll Word Count: 1.9k Author's Note: sorry for the late chapter but hi guysss lol i hope you enjoy the eighth post of my kinktober series! ily all sm MWAH <3 likes and reblogs are appreciated

as choso walked up the familiar steps to his apartment, a hint of excitement simmered under his calm exterior. his week-long trip with yuji had been fun, but he’d missed the quiet comfort of home—and his housemate, y/n. returning a day early was a small indulgence, an excuse to surprise her and share a rare moment of normalcy between them.

when he unlocked the door, the silence in the apartment suggested she was out. he left his bag by the entrance, his footsteps quiet as he wandered down the hall. passing by her slightly ajar bedroom door, he was about to keep going when a soft, muffled sound caught his attention.

curious, he paused, listening. through the narrow gap in the door, he could make out y/n lying on her bed, eyes closed, hands drifting over her body with a slow intensity that left little to the imagination. her breathing was heavy, and the way she whispered his name—soft, needy—sent a jolt through him.

choso’s mind whirled as his pulse quickened, and he found himself rooted to the spot, caught between the urge to back away and the magnetic pull of the scene unfolding before him. he swallowed hard, the intimacy of her whispered sighs mingling with an unexpected rush of his own feelings. he hadn’t realized she felt this way, and the realization brought a mix of excitement and confusion surging through him.

torn between retreating to give her privacy and making his presence known, he eventually took a shaky breath, deciding to step back. he made his way to the couch, sinking into it with his mind buzzing, trying to shake the image and sounds from his head. but her soft murmurs lingered, and he felt himself more keenly aware of his own need for her—a need he’d long hidden behind his usual laid-back demeanor.

a few minutes later, he heard her door creak open. y/n stepped out, visibly surprised when her eyes landed on him. “choso?” she breathed, her cheeks feeling hot as she registered his presence.

he glanced up, giving her a reassuring smile, keeping his tone casual. “hey. came back early,” he said, watching her face as she struggled to gauge if he’d heard anything. trying to brush off her surprise, y/n gave a quick laugh and sauntered over, plopping down on the couch beside him. “back already? and here i thought i’d have the place all to myself,” she teased, keeping her tone light.

choso raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his lips. “oh, did you have something fun planned?”

she shrugged, crossing her legs and leaning back with a playful grin. “maybe i was just doing a little… relaxation, you know? girl stuff.” she glanced at him with a mischievous look, clearly hoping her casual response would throw him off.

he chuckled, leaning in closer. “relaxation, huh?” he echoed, letting the word linger between them. “sounded like you were really enjoying yourself in there.”

she stiffened for a second but quickly forced a laugh, rolling her eyes. “you must be hearing things. i was probably just… watching a video or something.” she tried to keep her tone breezy, her breath a bit shaky.

“mm, sure,” choso replied, his voice low and anything but convincing. “i mean, if you say so. just seemed like something had your attention. especially with the way you kept saying my name.”

her eyes widened, and she quickly stifled a laugh, nudging his shoulder. “oh, please! don’t flatter yourself,” she shot back, her voice playful but betraying a hint of nervousness. “you think you’re the only one i think about?”

he shrugged, leaning back and draping an arm casually over the back of the couch, letting his eyes roam over her with a knowing glint. “well, i wouldn’t want to assume, but… let’s just say i’m flattered if i happened to be on your mind.” he chuckled, his gaze lingering a moment longer, making her blush deepen.

she pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes with mock confidence. “maybe i’ll just have to keep you guessing,” she said, giving him a coy smile. “wouldn’t want you getting a big head now, would we?”

choso laughed, shaking his head. “guess i’ll just have to keep an ear out next time. wouldn’t want to miss out if you’re… ‘relaxing’ again.” he playfully rolled his eyes, enjoying the way her flustered expression peeked through her playful demeanor.

y/n rolled her eyes, but the embarrassment she was feeling was obvious. “whatever, choso. don’t get too comfortable; maybe next time i won’t be so… vocal.”

he grinned, relaxing back into the couch, his gaze steady and warm. “maybe,” he murmured, “but i’m glad to be back anyway.” as they shared a knowing look, the unspoken tension simmered beneath their teasing, both of them acutely aware that the boundaries of their relationship had shifted—just a little closer.

---

a few nights later, choso lay in bed, trying to will himself back to sleep. he had never been one to wake up easily, but tonight something had stirred him—a soft sound from down the hall, faint but unmistakable. as he listened, his heart picked up, recognizing the muffled sighs and whispered moans drifting through the stillness of the apartment.

he pushed the covers back and padded quietly down the hallway, stopping just outside her door. it was cracked open slightly, just enough for him to see her stretched out on her bed, hands moving over her body, eyes shut tight as she murmured his name. he swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken, and before he could talk himself out of it, he rapped lightly on the doorframe.

y/n’s eyes flew open, and she froze, caught in the act. choso leaned against the door, his gaze steady, a small, knowing smile playing at his lips.

“you’ve been at it for a while now, n/n,” he said, his voice low and calm. “need help?”

her face flushed, but she didn’t look away, her breath still coming in shallow gasps. “choso…” she whispered, a hint of vulnerability in her voice, like she was caught between embarrassment and anticipation.

he took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “you don’t have to hide it,” he murmured, his tone gentle, reassuring. “if you want me, i’m here.”

for a moment, there was silence, both of them suspended in the charged space between them. finally, she gave a small, almost shy nod, and choso crossed the room, sinking onto the bed beside her, his touch warm and steady as he reached for her.

he pulled the sheet from her lap, revealing her bare sex. "can i taste you?" he questioned, making y/n push her legs together tighter. "I've never tried that with anyone before..." she said, voice hesitant.

"i'll help you relax." he smiled, knowing that it was all he had to do to convince y/n with anything. "its embarrassing though." a frown was on her lips, but she didn't stop choso's hand that met with her knee, pulling her leg apart from the other. "what are you embarrassed for?"

she was going to reply, but her words were caught in her throat when his gaze trailed down to her sex. "go slow." she muttered. he hummed, pushing the hem of her shirt up just a bit. he leaned down, wrapping an arm around her thigh. he did the same with his opposite arm, spreading her legs to reveal the entirety of her sex.

his tongue laid a stripe against her bud and her body jerked at the unfamiliar sensation, he looked up at her from below, his tongue moving slowly in different patterns as he tried to figure out which one brought her the better reaction. her lips were parted, heavy breaths escaping in a fast pace.

his tongue circled around her bud before his lips latched around them. with a simple suck, y/n's legs threatened to close around his head, but he held her legs in place. he pulled away, the warmth of his breath fanning the sensetive area. he used one of his hands to part her folds before he laid his tongue flat against her once again. the warmth elicited a moan from y/n and choso flickers his tongue against her bud, the repeated sensations making his grip the fabric of her comforter.

he let out a moan against her, the rumbling vibration of the low octave only adding to the pleasure. her lips lifted as she pressed herself closer to him. her free hand roamed all around her and choso noticed this. his locked eyes with her, taking her wrist in his hold before placing her hand on top of his head. "use me." was all he said before returning to her bud, the sucking sensation returning.

her arousal was slowly pooling beneath her and choso only devoured the taste of her, spreading it against her sex. she couldn’t help but want more, making her run her fingers through his hair, pushhing him down closer to her. in her many fantasies of him,she never took choso to be the kind of person to have this kind of skill.

y/n hadn’t done something like this before, but she was sure that choso was doing something, if not, everything correctly. the sounds coming from below her were a mix of his soft moans and her arousal mixed with the wetness of his tongue. her own hands were nothing compared to this and she'd wished that this was something they'd done long ago. it could've saved her weeks of sleepless nights. the mornings when choso would notice the bags under her eyes paired with dark circles.

"couldn’t sleep last night?" he'd question.

she would only shake her head as a response, feeling too much guilt to make up a lie straight infront of him. she would watch the look of pity in his eyes as she would pour an extra cup of coffee to try and keep herself awake for the day.

she was sure that tomorrow morning, that would be the case once again, but with the way that choso’s tongue moved and the way her hips moved against her will, she would be out like a light in no time. y/n muttered words of praise to him when his tongue flickered against his bud while his lips were still wrapped around her.

he let out a deeper moan against her sex and y/n let out a small whine. he gripped the flesh of her thighs, needy for her release just as much as she was. his fingers were inserted, the combination being just enough to bring her to just what she'd been chasing for the past hour or two.

she gritted her teeth, her head falling back as choso looked up at her, taking in the sight. he groaned, the image before his eyes driving his movements to quicken. the longing feeling of pleasure washed over her and her legs trembled in choso's arms. "f-fuck.." she moaned in a barely audible whisper.

her released her abused bud, his tongue swiping the corner of his lips, the taste of y/n's arousal slowly becoming his new addiction.

he wiped his lips, glancing up at her with a soft, almost shy smile. “you taste so good, pretty,” he murmured, eyes full of warmth. “could do this all night, if you let me.”

y/n's eyes were low, but she noticed the tent beneath his pants.

"will you? please?" he asked, leaning back down before she could even finish her dazed nod.

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[leeeeeeeeech]

Been thinking about eldritch Beej a lot, and I'm in the process of polishing up my ao3 fic, but I just had to get a scene out of my head so enjoy :3

Fem! reader

Well, this was not how you anticipated your night going. The date started off well enough. The guy was cute, handsome even. He said all the right things, he was interesting, he was the perfect guy to take home to the folks….

But he wasn't Beetlejuice.

That was the issue. The kerfuffle if you will. The whole date, I couldn't stop thinking of that damn pervert. Imagining how he would react to what I said. Probably some fumbled sex joke instead of the polite cough I received in its stead. Polite, and superficial. Like a business meeting. Transactional intimacy at its finest. I got a goodnight kiss at least. But, all I could think about was what was missing. The lack of scratchy stubble, the smell of dirt, the grabby hands...

"No dice?" Beetlejuice had asked me. He had told me that guy seemed like a loser, not worth my time, yadda yadda. I remember rolling my eyes and muttering something about keeping his dirty shoes off my couch before storming off to my room. I could still feel the fiery white hot sensation in my chest as his echoing laugh followed me down the hall.

At first, I mistook it for annoyance. Beetlejuice always had something to say about my dating life. Nobody was good enough. I knew he just didn't like the idea of me giving my attention to someone else. He had to get over himself at some point!

Now, I'm in my bed, fucking myself with my fingers. Apparently the line between anger and horniness has dwindled significantly.

Go figure.

"Hmnn." I bit my lip, trying to keep myself quiet. It's been a while since I've masturbated, my pussy tingling deliciously as I furiously rubbed at it, growing impatient. All I wanted was to cum and go to sleep. I just wanted to forget my stupid feelings for the night. I could sort them out tomorrow.

A low growl reverberated throughout the room, making me freeze in place. A green glow filled the space, illuminating my room in a otherworldly light. The air seemed taught, like a string about to snap. My eyes darted around just as a low whine stretched itself from the doorway to me. Beetlejuice stood there, with an expression I didn't quite recognize.

I snapped out of whatever spell I was under, and covered myself with my blanket. He laughed, taking a step closer towards the bed.

"Little late for that toots."

He breathed in deep, his nostrils flaring. He closed his eyes, and that low rumble filled the room once again. Like thunder.

"Get out. I don't want you here." Another step towards the bed. His eyes shone in the dark, there glow held a primal power that made my insides throb with fear, or maybe desire. Hell, it was probably a little of both.

"We both know that one's a lie, Y/n~" He smirked, tugging on the blanket. I tightened my grip on it.

"N-No. I want you out." Wow, even I didn't believe myself. He chuckled, tearing the blanket away with ease. I snapped my legs together as the cold air hit my exposed sex.

"Don't be shy now, babes. I know you were thinking about me." He drawls. My face heats up at the declaration. He doesn't say anything regarding it, but I don't miss his shit eating grin.

" I can smell how wet ya are around me ya know," His eyes rake over me, and I feel like I'm burning underneath his gaze.

"I know you like it when I feel ya up." A set of hands appeared by my chest, giving my breasts a playful squeeze. I gasp, but there gone before I can do much else.

"It's been torture to hear ya practically scream for me in yer sleep." I can't get much more red at this point. This is humiliating, being emotionally eviscerated like this. I feel that familiar throb once again, like my ovaries are pounding at the door to the outside, begging for him.

"Whatever yer fantasizing, I can do sooo much better~" He winked, giving a small chuckle.

"Wha- why...?" My words caught in my throat as I felt something slimy wrap itself around my ankle. I look down and gasp as a tentacle waves at me before stretching itself towards my thigh, pulling my leg outward. My breath hitches, and I try to fight it.

"Never been one fer slowburns. Gets boring. I like a lotta action." Beetlejuice chuckled. Another tentacle appeared from behind him, diving straight for my other thigh, practically wrenching my leg open. I panted from the overexertion, and watched helplessly as Beetlejuice leaned forward, his arms boxing me in as he looked me up and down once again before meeting my eyes.

"You want me to stop, you know the words." All I do is nod, giving in to him. He smiled that signature toothy grin, before sliding down my torso. He gives a small bite to the inside of my thigh, making my breath shudder. He chuckled again.

"Don't worry, Y/n, I'll take very good care of you~" His tongue snaked its way out of his mouth, and made it's way towards my dripping sex.

[novasjaneway]

Unimatrix Zero Parts I & II. This two part ep (like many other episodes) has me thinking about the subtle intimacy between Janeway and Seven. The ending of Unimatrix just gets me so good I just can't help sharing my thoughts about them.

Janeway: "Ooh, the doctor removed my spinal clamps but it will be awhile before I'm playing hoverball again." A playful Janeway is making jokes about recovering from the assimilation but meanwhile, a concerned Seven reaches out to hold her arm and steady her as she loses her balance. Repeat that, Seven is initiating contact with Janeway. I rarely see her do this with anyone. Janeway is so unguarded with her in this scene. Her vulnerability and trust with Seven seems to continuously grow.

Janeway: "If I ever imply its been easy on you these last few years, remind me about today."

Seven: "Noted." And she smiles with playful amusement at Janeway.

Janeway: "Unimatrix Zero might be gone but it looks like the resistance is alive and kicking. With any luck the collective may never be the same." Janeway says this as she casts a peculiar, perhaps seductive, look at Seven.

Seven: "Korok said he would try to maintain contact, keep us informed." Seven seems very pleased that Janeway is satisfied with the outcome and is behind her 100%. And then suddenly, Janeway is curious about something....

Janeway: "Have you heard from your friend?" Janeways voice drops down several registers and her eyes get super heavy, she practically whispers these words to Seven. She doesn't even speak his name. There seems to be alot of trepidation coming from Janeway about the outcome of Seven and her "friend". Is she concerned, or slightly jealous? The mood has definitely changed from playful business to intimate relations.

Seven: "No, but I don't expect to. Axums vessel is in a remote sector of the beta quadrant."

Janeway: long silent pause with an understanding nod. Why the long pause here Janeway? She's looking her over (perhaps waiting for something else to be said or considering her own feelings?) Janeway is rarely this quiet omg she's breaking my heart with her longing. She nods in understanding that Seven will likely never see Axum again, but there seems to be something else going on behind her eyes, some other kind of feeling that she's trying to supress...is it relief, curiosity, her own desires? Just ughghghgh...the long pause. I can't seem to get over it bc she is so quiet about whatever she's thinking and feeling. It's the way the camera lingers on her too, there is a whole story in that expression.

Seven: "If I ever imply that he was nothing more than a friend, remind me about today." There is a noticeable drop in Sevens register as she says this to Janeway. Also note that she is mirroring the phrase Janeway just recently used. Mirroring is a form of intimacy. There is also a hesitation in her soft spoken words that seems to echo back to earlier in the episode when Janeway asked her who Axum was. A trepidation of her own?

Janeway: THIS LOOK. What is she saying to us, to Seven, to herself? Seven has just revealed very personal information to her trusted friend. She IS capable of romance. Janeway, Kathryn, ma'am, captain...just go ahead, kiss the girl.

Clearly they both have feelings for each other and this scene feels like they're exploring those feelings together, treading very carefully. I can't forget that both of them, without hesitation, were on board with Janeway entering into Sevens psyche to even be in unimatrix zero. That's pretty intimate. All through this episode I kept picking up on intimate vibes between these two. A little bit of jealousy from janeway when she was commenting oh how Annika was enjoying her human side. (Was she jealous that Seven was enjoying her human nature with Axum and not with her?) A little bit of guilt coming from Seven when she remembered the true nature of her relationship with Axum. (Were her feelings for Janeway the source of this guilt?) Janeways startled look of surprise when seven first mentioned Axums name. Seven telling Axum that her name is Seven of Nine when he called her Annika. The way Seven and Janeway both look at each other when entering the mind meld. The fact that Janeway tells chakotay she will not pass up the opportunity to see unimatrix no matter how many headaches she gets from doing the meld. The mind melds themselves are intimacy! Without a hitch Janeway beats down the borg to protect seven, while Axum just stands there. Seven visits her in sickbay. The whole episode has me thinking about them very deeply and I'm in my comfort bay alcove.

[callsigns-haze]

But where's the fun in that?

Pairing: Azriel x reader Warning: This chapter contains explicit scenes of intimacy and references to strained family dynamics. SMUT Summary: In a tender moment of shared vulnerability and passion, YN finds solace in Azriel's unwavering support amidst family tensions and doubts about her identity. So this can be read alone or it can be read as the fourth part of Shadows Blade. Please go and check out the series!

As the day of the ceremony dawned, YN prepared herself with her usual practicality, opting for attire that reflected her fierce spirit and independence. She dressed in sleek black pants, accentuating her long legs, paired with a fancy black bra that added a touch of allure beneath her suit jacket. With every movement, she exuded confidence and strength, a warrior ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Azriel entered their shared room, his eyes widened in appreciation at the sight of YN, his mate, looking breathtakingly beautiful in her unconventional attire. Unable to resist the pull of desire that surged through him at the sight of her, he closed the distance between them in quick strides, his heart pounding with longing.

"YN," he breathed, his voice husky with desire as he reached out to gently cup her cheek. "You look... incredible."

YN's cheeks flushed at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Thank you, Az," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "I wanted to feel like myself today."

Azriel's hands trailed down her arms, his touch igniting a fire within her as he drew her closer to him, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole. "You always do," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "You're perfect just the way you are."

Lost in the intensity of their connection, Azriel leaned in to capture YN's lips in a passionate kiss, his desire for her burning brighter than ever before. In that moment, there was no ceremony, no family drama, just the two of them, wrapped up in each other's love and desire.

As Azriel's lips trailed along the curve of YN's neck, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of pleasure. The sensation sent shivers of delight coursing through her veins, her heart racing with the intensity of their connection.

"Mmm, Az," she murmured, her voice husky with desire as she tilted her head to grant him better access. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I just got dressed."

Azriel's lips curved into a playful smirk against her skin, his breath hot against her neck as he replied, "I can see that. But you look far too tempting to resist."

YN couldn't help but laugh at his response, the sound ringing out in the quiet of their room. "You're incorrigible," she teased, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Azriel's hands roamed over her body, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her as he whispered against her skin, "Only when it comes to you, my love."

Lost in the intensity of their passion, YN surrendered herself to the heat of the moment, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of Azriel's touch. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, their love a flame that burned bright and unyielding against the backdrop of their shared desire.

As the passion between Azriel and YN intensified, their desires consuming them in a fiery embrace, a familiar voice echoed through Azriel's mind, breaking through the haze of desire with unexpected amusement.

"Ah, Az, my friend," Rhysand's voice teased, his tone filled with playful amusement. "I hate to interrupt such a passionate moment, but I thought I should remind you that the group is waiting downstairs."

Azriel's eyes widened in surprise at the intrusion, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized they had gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. He pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting YN's with a mix of sheepishness and amusement.

"Rhys," he muttered inwardly, his thoughts laced with chagrin. "You couldn't have waited a few minutes longer?"

YN couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange, her own amusement evident as she met Azriel's gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "Looks like we've been caught," she teased, her voice tinged with laughter.

Azriel pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, his affectionate gesture a silent apology for the interruption. "Seems like it," he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Shall we go downstairs and face the music?"

With a shared laugh, Azriel and YN straightened their attire, their passion momentarily set aside as they prepared to join their friends and family for the ceremony. And as they made their way downstairs, hand in hand, they knew that no matter what surprises awaited them, as long as they had each other, they could handle anything that came their way.

As Azriel and YN descended the stairs, hand in hand, they were greeted by the familiar sight of their friends gathered in the grand hall, their faces alight with anticipation and excitement for the upcoming ceremony. Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, and the others stood together, their expressions a mix of warmth and camaraderie as they welcomed the couple into their midst.

"About time you two joined us," Cassian teased with a grin, his tone playful as he nudged Azriel's shoulder. "We were starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost up there."

Azriel chuckled at his friend's jest, a hint of color dusting his cheeks as he exchanged a knowing glance with YN. "You know us, always fashionably late," he replied with a wry smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Feyre stepped forward, her smile radiant as she enveloped YN in a warm embrace. "You look stunning, YN," she said sincerely, her voice filled with admiration. "Both of you do."

YN returned the embrace with gratitude, her heart swelling with affection for her dear friend. "Thank you, Feyre," she replied, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It means a lot."

Rhysand clapped Azriel on the back, a grin spreading across his face as he surveyed the group. "Well, now that the lovebirds have finally graced us with their presence," he said with a chuckle, "shall we get this show on the road?"

With a collective nod of agreement, the group made their way to the ceremony venue, laughter and conversation flowing freely as they prepared to celebrate the bravery and camaraderie that bound them together. And as Azriel and YN joined their friends, surrounded by love and support, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they had each other and their cherished friends by their side, they could face anything that came their way with courage and resilience. For their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of love and friendship in the face of adversity.

As YN stood among her friends, waiting for her siblings to arrive, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling within her. Her heart ached with the absence of her parents, who had passed away, leaving her with only her siblings as her remaining family.

"I'm excited for you to meet my siblings," YN said, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness as she glanced around at her friends. "Stel is the kind one, the sweetest soul you'll ever meet. She's the mother of my nephew Rylie, and she's always been there for me, through thick and thin."

There was a warmth in YN's voice as she spoke of her sister, a fondness that spoke volumes of the love she held for her. Stel was a source of comfort and support in YN's life, a beacon of light in the darkness.

"My brother Mar is also kind and gentle," YN continued, her gaze softening with affection. "But my parents... they banned him from the family when they found out he was gay."

A heaviness settled over the group at YN's words, a reminder of the cruelty and prejudice that still lingered in the world. But despite the pain of rejection, YN spoke of her brother with love and acceptance, a testament to the bond that bound them together, even in the face of adversity.

"And then there's Lilith," YN said, her voice faltering slightly as she spoke of her oldest sister. "She's... different. She's always looked down upon me, judged me for who I am."

There was a sadness in YN's eyes as she spoke of Lilith, a painful reminder of the strained relationship that existed between them. But despite the distance and animosity that separated them, YN couldn't help but hold out hope for reconciliation, for the chance to mend the broken bonds of their fractured family.

The silence that enveloped the group was broken by the sound of a young voice calling out for YN, and as they turned, their eyes fell upon a small figure darting through the crowd. With a burst of energy and excitement, YN's nephew, Rylie, broke free from his mother's grasp and made a beeline towards his beloved aunt.

"YN!" Rylie exclaimed, his voice filled with joy as he threw himself into her arms, his laughter ringing out like music in the air.

YN's heart swelled with affection as she scooped her nephew up into a tight embrace, her own laughter mingling with his as she showered him with kisses and affection. "Rylie, my sweet boy," she said, her voice filled with love. "I've missed you so much."

The tension that had lingered in the air dissolved in an instant, replaced by the infectious warmth and joy of the reunion between aunt and nephew. Around them, the group couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene unfolding before their eyes, their hearts touched by the deep bond of love and affection that existed between YN and Rylie.

Stel approached, a smile on her face as she watched her son reunite with his aunt. "I'm sorry, YN," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "He insisted on seeing you right away."

YN shook her head, her own smile bright as she hugged her sister. "It's alright," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm just happy to see him."

With Rylie still nestled in her arms, YN turned to her sister, Stel, and beamed with pride as she made the introductions. "Everyone, this is my sister, Stel, and her son, Rylie," she announced, her voice filled with affection and warmth.

Stel smiled warmly at the gathered group, her eyes shining with genuine kindness. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you," she said, her voice soft yet sincere. "Thank you for welcoming us."

The members of the inner circle greeted Stel and Rylie with smiles and nods of acknowledgment, their warmth evident as they exchanged pleasantries and shared in the joy of the reunion. Rhysand and Feyre knelt down to Rylie's level, engaging him in playful conversation and laughter, while Cassian and the others offered Stel words of welcome and friendship.

Rylie, wide-eyed and eager, took in the sight of the inner circle with awe and curiosity, his excitement palpable as he soaked in the new surroundings and faces around him. "Wow," he breathed, his eyes sparkling with wonder. "Are all of you really friends with Aunt YN?"

The inner circle laughed at Rylie's enthusiasm, charmed by his innocence and enthusiasm. "We are indeed," Rhysand replied with a grin, ruffling the young boy's hair affectionately. "Your aunt is a very special person to all of us."

As the introductions continued and the bonds of friendship and kinship deepened, YN felt a swell of gratitude in her heart. Surrounded by her loved ones, both old and new, she knew that she was truly blessed to have such a supportive and caring inner circle by her side.

As Rylie, with the knowledge of his Illyrian heritage, bombarded the inner circle with questions, the atmosphere brimmed with the vibrant energy of his youthful curiosity. His inquiries spanned a wide array of topics, from the mundane to the profound, his insatiable thirst for knowledge propelling him to seek answers from those around him.

"Why are your wings different from Cassian's?" he asked Azriel, his gaze alight with wonder as he observed the subtle variations in their wing structure.

Azriel smiled indulgently at the young boy, impressed by his keen observation. "Well, Rylie," he began, crouching down to meet the boy's eye level, "each Illyrian's wings are unique, just like fingerprints. They're a reflection of who we are and where we come from."

Rylie nodded, absorbing the information with eager fascination before turning to Rhysand with another question. "Can you do magic, like Papa says you can?" he inquired, his eyes brimming with excitement.

Rhysand chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes as he responded, "Indeed, Rylie. I possess certain abilities that allow me to manipulate magic. But like any skill, it requires practice and discipline to master."

The young boy's curiosity seemed boundless as he moved from one member of the inner circle to another, his questions flowing freely like a stream of inquiry. Each answer sparked new questions, each explanation deepening his understanding of the world around him.

As the conversation unfolded, YN couldn't help but marvel at her nephew's insatiable thirst for knowledge, his Illyrian heritage evident in the sharpness of his intellect and the depth of his curiosity. Surrounded by her loved ones, she felt a swell of pride and gratitude, knowing that moments like these were precious reminders of the beauty and wonder of life.

And as Rylie's questions filled the air with laughter and conversation, YN found solace in the warmth of their bond.

As Rylie suddenly dashed off, his small feet carrying him with youthful exuberance, the group exchanged puzzled glances before realizing the reason behind his impromptu departure. With a shared understanding, they followed the direction of the young boy's flight, their curiosity piqued as they caught sight of a figure standing at the entrance.

There, standing with a hesitant smile on his face, was Mar, YN's long-estranged brother. His presence seemed to cast a ripple of emotions through the group, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of apprehension.

"Mar," YN called out softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and uncertainty as she approached her brother.

Mar turned towards the sound of her voice, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of emotions. "YN," he replied, his voice hesitant yet filled with warmth. "It's been too long."

The siblings embraced, a silent acknowledgment of the years that had passed and the wounds that had yet to heal. Around them, the inner circle watched with bated breath, their hearts heavy with the weight of the familial reunion unfolding before their eyes.

Rylie, sensing the significance of the moment, approached his uncle with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. "Uncle Mar," he exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. "You're really here!"

Mar smiled at his nephew, a sense of tenderness softening the lines of his face. "Yes, Rylie," he replied, his voice filled with affection. "I'm here."

With a mixture of pride and apprehension, YN stepped forward, her hand resting gently on her brother's arm as she addressed the gathered group. "Everyone, this is my brother, Mar," she began, her voice steady despite the emotions churning within her. "He's... he's come to join us today."

The members of the inner circle regarded Mar with a mixture of curiosity and warmth, their expressions softening as they took in the sight of the long-lost sibling standing before them. There was a sense of solemnity in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of the moment.

"Mar, these are my friends," YN continued, gesturing to each member of the inner circle in turn. "Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, Azriel... all of them. They've been like family to me."

Mar nodded, his gaze sweeping over the group with a mixture of gratitude and humility. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you," he said, his voice tinged with emotion. "Thank you for welcoming me."

Rhysand stepped forward, extending his hand in a gesture of friendship. "The pleasure is ours, Mar," he replied, his tone sincere. "YN means a great deal to us, and anyone she considers family is welcome among us."

As Mar exchanged greetings with each member of the inner circle, a sense of warmth and acceptance settled over the group. Despite the years of separation and the wounds of the past, there was a glimmer of hope in the air, a belief that perhaps, in the embrace of family and friends, healing and reconciliation were possible.

As Mar leaned in to deliver the news, YN's heart sank with a heavy sense of disappointment, though it was not entirely unexpected. She nodded silently, her expression betraying a mixture of resignation and sadness as she processed the information.

"I'm sorry, YN," Mar whispered softly, his voice filled with sympathy. "Lilith... she's not coming. She decided to cancel last minute."

YN sighed, her shoulders slumping with the weight of disappointment. Despite the strained relationship she shared with her oldest sister, a part of her had still hoped for the possibility of reconciliation, of bridging the divide that had long separated them.

"It's alright, Mar," YN replied, her voice tinged with resignation. "I saw this coming. Lilith and I... we've never seen eye to eye."

Mar placed a comforting hand on YN's shoulder, offering her a silent gesture of support and understanding. "I'm here for you, YN," he said softly. "Whatever you need."

With a grateful nod, YN leaned into her brother's touch, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. Despite the absence of her sister, she knew that she was not alone, that she had a family who stood by her side through thick and thin.

With a solemn yet resolute tone, Rhys stepped forward, commanding the attention of the gathered group. His voice, steady and authoritative, cut through the air, bringing a hush to the room as all eyes turned to him.

"Friends," he began, his words carrying the weight of significance, "today, we gather to honor bravery, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds that unite us as family."

There was a sense of reverence in the air as Rhys spoke, his words resonating with each member of the inner circle, reminding them of the challenges they had faced and the victories they had won together.

"We stand on the precipice of a new chapter," Rhys continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group, "a chapter filled with hope, resilience, and the unwavering determination to forge a brighter future for ourselves and those we hold dear."

As Rhys concluded his speech, a ripple of applause broke out among the gathered group, a testament to the strength of their unity and the depth of their resolve. With a nod of acknowledgment, Rhys signaled for the ceremony to begin, setting into motion a series of events that would honor the bravery and valor of those who had stood against adversity and emerged victorious.

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With the weight of the ceremony behind them, the inner circle began to disperse, each member bidding farewell to loved ones and friends. For YN, the moment came to say her final goodbyes to her family, a bittersweet reminder of the ties that bound her to both the past and the present.

As she embraced Stel, Rylie, and Mar one last time, a sense of gratitude welled within her. Despite the challenges they had faced and the distances that had separated them, their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the enduring power of family.

Once the farewells were said and her family departed, YN found herself swept up in Azriel's arms, his strength and warmth a comforting presence amidst the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within her.

"You're making a habit of this, aren't you?" YN teased, her voice tinged with laughter as Azriel carried her through the corridors of the Night Court.

Azriel chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement as he met her gaze. "Can you blame me?" he replied, his tone playful. "You're much easier to carry than you are to keep up with."

YN rolled her eyes, though the smile on her face betrayed her amusement. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," she countered, though there was no real protest in her voice.

Azriel flashed her a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with affection as he continued on their journey. "Perhaps," he conceded, "but where's the fun in that?"

As they reached their room, Azriel gently set YN down, his arms still wrapped around her as they stood face to face. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, YN felt a sense of peace wash over her.

As Azriel's gentle hands traced the contours of YN's body, a shiver of anticipation coursed through her, igniting a fiery warmth deep within her core. With each lingering touch, she felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of his love, her skin ablaze with desire beneath his tender ministrations.

With practiced ease, Azriel began to undress her, his movements slow and deliberate as he removed each garment with reverent care. As the fabric fell away, leaving YN bare and vulnerable before him, she felt a rush of exhilaration mingled with a sense of profound intimacy.

With a soft sigh, YN leaned into Azriel's touch, her hands finding their way to his skin as she returned his caresses with equal fervor. The air between them crackled with electricity, each fleeting touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As they stood entwined in each other's arms, the world around them faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them locked in a timeless embrace. With a hunger born of passion and longing, Azriel's lips found YN's, their mouths melding together in a searing kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and unbridled passion.

Slowly, almost reverently, Azriel began to kiss his way down YN's naked form, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they explored every curve and contour of her body. With each kiss, YN's breath hitched in her throat, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of pleasure that consumed her.

As Azriel's lips finally found their way to the apex of her desire, YN gasped in ecstasy, her body arching instinctively towards his touch. In that moment of pure abandon, she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, her world narrowing down to the exquisite pleasure of Azriel's touch and the boundless love that flowed between them.

As Azriel's tongue delved deeper, exploring the depths of YN's desire, she couldn't help but cry out his name in ecstasy. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a fierce fire of longing deep within her core.

With every tantalizing movement, Azriel teased and taunted, his ministrations driving YN to the brink of madness. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of their chamber, filling the air with the sweet symphony of their passion.

As YN writhed beneath him, lost in the throes of ecstasy, Azriel's touch grew bolder, his tongue tracing intricate patterns of desire against her skin. He relished in the taste of her, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped her lips, his own desire mounting with each passing moment.

With a devilish grin, Azriel intensified his assault, his tongue dancing with expert precision as he teased her to the edge of oblivion. He reveled in the intoxicating power he held over her, his every touch driving her wild with desire.

And as YN's screams reached a crescendo, her body trembling with the force of her release, Azriel drank in the sight of her pleasure with greedy abandon. He was consumed by the raw intensity of their connection, his own desire burning bright as he lost himself in the sweet bliss of their union.

As YN slowly descended from the dizzying heights of pleasure, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of ecstasy, Azriel couldn't resist the urge to tease her further. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he trailed feather-light kisses along her heated skin, reveling in the way her body quivered beneath his touch.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Azriel murmured, his voice husky with desire as he peppered YN's neck and collarbone with teasing kisses. He delighted in the way her breath hitched in response, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched towards him, seeking more of his intoxicating touch.

YN's cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as Azriel continued to tease her, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She squirmed beneath him, her body still sensitive to his every touch, but unable to resist the heady allure of his ministrations.

"Stop teasing," YN pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Azriel's relentless teasing. But even as she protested, her desire burned bright, aching for more of his touch, more of his love.

Azriel chuckled softly, his laughter a melodic symphony in the quiet intimacy of their chamber. "But where's the fun in that?" he teased, his lips curling into a playful smile as he continued to torment her with feather-light caresses and tantalizing kisses.

With each passing moment, YN found herself falling deeper under Azriel's spell, her body awash with longing and desire. And as they lost themselves in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and passion, she knew that there was nowhere else she'd rather be than in the arms of the man she loved, teased and tantalized by his irresistible charm.

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[denimbex1986]

'On a recent winter day in New York when the sun was shining, Andrew Scott rushed into a coffee shop between recording sessions for an upcoming series.

“I’m scheduled tighter than a teenage pop star,” he said, beaming.

The interview had been postponed once, and the location was switched at the last minute to save Scott some time in traffic. But he sat down fully engaged and eager to start talking. Immediately, though, a passerby tapped on the storefront glass and asked for a photo. Scott, without a grumble, sprinted out to oblige, even though the gesture seemed more like a command (“You’re under arrest,” joked Scott) than a polite request.

Scott, the 47-year-old Irish actor, is in demand like never before. That’s partly due to accrued good will. A regular presence on stage in the West End, Scott is known to many as the “Hot Priest” of “Fleabag” or the cunning Moriarty of “Sherlock.” Soon, he’ll play Tom Ripley in the Netflix series “Ripley,” adapted from the Patricia Highsmith novel.

But the real reason Scott’s time is short right now is Andrew Haigh’s new film, “All of Us Strangers.” In it, Scott plays a screenwriter working on a script about his childhood. The film is gently poised in a metaphysical realm; when Adam (Scott) returns to his childhood home, he finds his parents (Claire Foy, Jamie Bell) as they were before they died many years earlier.

At the same time, the movie, loosely adapted from Taichi Yamada’s 1987 book “Strangers,” balances a budding romance with a neighbor ( Paul Mescal ), a relationship that unfolds with profound reverberations of family, intimacy and queer life. In a dreamy, longing ghost story, Scott is its aching, shimmering soul.

“The challenge of it was to try to go to that place but not gild the lily too much,” Scott says. “As an actor, I have to be in touch with that playful side of myself and that part of you that’s childish. I was actually quite struck by how vulnerable I looked in the film.”

Scott’s acutely tender performance has made him a contender for the Academy Awards. He was named best actor by the National Society of Film Critics. At the Golden Globes on Sunday (Scott wore a white tux and t-shirt), he was nominated for best actor in a drama.

Scott has long admired actors like Anthony Hopkins, Judi Dench and Meryl Streep — performers with a sense of humor who, he says, “are able to understand what you feel and what you present.” Scott, too, is often funny on screen (see Lena Dunham’s medieval romp “Catherine Called Birdy” ). And even in quiet moments, he seems to be buzzing inside at some discreet frequency. Something is always going on under the surface.

He’s been acting since he was young; drama classes were initially a way to get over shyness. Scott’s first film role came at age 17. He has often spoken about seeking to maintain a childlike perspective in acting. In that way, “All of Us Strangers” is particularly fitting. On Adam’s trips home, he sort of morphs back into the child he was. In one scene, he wears his old pajamas and crawls into bed with his parents.

“So many of the things that are required of you as an actor are a sense of humor and some ability to be able to put yourself in a situation. Because it’s all down to imagination,” says Scott. “For me, that’s the thing you need to keep. That’s the thing — because I started out when I was young — I don’t want to move too far away from. Like when kids go, ‘OK, you be this and I’ll be this.’ That ability doesn’t leave us. What does leave us is a lack of self-consciousness. Our job is to hold on to that.”

Haigh, the British filmmaker of “45 Years” and “Weekend,” began thinking of Scott for the role early on. They met and talked through the script for a few hours.

“He’s a similar generation to me. He’s a tiny bit younger than me, but he’s from the same generation,” says Haigh. “He understands that experience.”

Scott came out publicly in 2013, but his natural inclination is to be private. “I feel like I’ve given so much of myself in the film, you think you don’t want to give it all away,” he says. He describes “All of Us Strangers” — which Haigh shot partly in his childhood home — as personal, but not autobiographical in its depiction of the alienation that can linger after coming out.

“Mercifully, I feel very comfortable for the most part. But it stays with you that pain, and it actually makes you more compassionate, I think. Because we shot in Andrew’s childhood home, that sort of threw down the gauntlet in relation to how much of his own personality he was giving,” says Scott. “I wanted it to be sort of unadorned, unarmored and raw. That’s why I think there’s such tenderness in the film.”

Scott has sometimes recoiled from how sexuality is talked about the media and in Hollywood. He recently said the phrase “openly gay” should be done away with. As of late December, Scott hadn’t yet watched “All of Us Strangers” with his parents, though he planned to.

“The best way to express it is to say I’ll be very sensitive to how they watch it and how they feel about it, and how it makes me feel them watching it,” Scott says.

The tenderness in the film is also owed in part to Scott’s chemistry with Mescal. On-screen chemistry is an amorphous quality that the film industry has long tried to turn into a science with camera tests and marketing that flirts with real-life romance.

But for Scott, it’s something different. He and Phoebe Waller-Bridge had chemistry, overwhelmingly, in “Fleabag,” but that didn’t have anything to do with sexual attraction. Pinpointing that quality is something Scott pondered during Simon Stephens and Sam Yates’ recent staging of Chekhov’s “Uncle Vanya” at the National Theater. Scott played all eight roles, meaning he essentially had to have chemistry with himself.

“Chemistry isn’t just about sexual chemistry. It’s something to do with listening, and I think it’s something to do with playfulness,” Scott says. “Your ability to listen to someone and take note of what someone is doing is chemistry. You have to wait and see what the other actor is doing.”

A few moments later, Scott will have to rush out just as quickly as he arrived. But before that, he leaned back, naturally lit by the winter sun, and pondered whether “All of Us Strangers,” in the nakedness of his performance, had taken him somewhere he hadn’t before been as an actor.

“Yeah, I think so,” said Scott. “Or else to return to something that perhaps I’ve been before.”'

[confiscatedpeaches]

This might be too much, but are you familiar with the NSFW alphabet? I’d love to see your take on that with William~

Oooh, I love a good challenge.

A = Aftercare Surprisingly good at this, you'd think for a psychotic child murderer he'd be fairly bad at aftercare. Not the case, he is super kind, making sure you drink water and making sure you're okay and you know that he loves you after a rough scene.

B = Body part On himself: his eyes. He likes their unique blue-grey color and loves how his eyes alone he can melt you into a puddle of horny goo. On others: Breasts. He loves to watch them bounce when his partner is on top. Plus they're soft, squishy, and ready to be cummed on.

C = Cum Absolutely loves to cum inside you. He flat-out refuses to masturbate on his own because he feels the cum would be wasted otherwise. It has to go in you or on you, nothing else is possible.

D = Dirty secret He has a thing for much younger women. Not that he'd like to take advantage of them, more so that he wants to pamper and care for them. Big daddy kink.

E = Experience Decently experienced. Not a complete manwhore (no shame to complete manwhores), but definitely knows his way around the BDSM kink scene.

F = Favorite position Classic missionary. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. He loves slapping into you while holding tightly onto you. He loves being able to look deep into your eyes as you fully submit to him and cum. Also a big fan of oral, both giving and receiving.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He can be both honestly. Sometimes he's in a wacky silly weirdo mood. He can be very playful with y/n, but sometimes he's there to dominate and make you submit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He could see some improvement in this department. The man is from the 70s, so he's no stranger to pubic hair.

I = Intimacy He definitely knows how to set the mood. He understands that it might take some time before you both actually go at it. Loves calling you pet names, "love" "doll" "darling" "lovey" "sweetheart" etc.

J = Jack off Really enjoys masturbating in front of you. Especially if he gets to cum on you or inside you. He likes it when y/n sits with their mouth open, ready to receive his load.

K = Kink Breeding kink, there's a reason he ended up with three kids. Also massive daddy kink, see: D = Dirty secret.

L = Location Man's classic. He prefers doing it with you on a towel on the bed, but honestly he'll do you anywhere he can if you get him horny enough.

M = Motivation Very into mind games and powerplay. Likes to be worshipped and seeks complete and utter devotion to him.

N = No No scat or piss play. Not a big foot guy either.

O = Oral Not the best at giving, but he tries. Loves receiving. He especially loves it when y/n strokes his cock while sucking on the tip.

P = Pace He will try to be slow if that's what y/n wants, but he struggles against his animalistic urge to fuck their brains out. Prefers a faster / more intense pace.

Q = Quickie He tries to last as long as he can, as he'd prefer it when the reader cums as well. But he definitely wouldn't turn down a quickie, especially if it involves taking care of his morning wood.

R = Risk Definitely down to experiment. Very open-minded about sex for his age. He will always discuss new kinks / ideas thoroughly before trying them, just to make sure y/n is comfortable.

S = Stamina He'll go for one round, rest, and then do another, but 2 is his limit.

T = Toys He prefers his hand for himself, but doesn't mind if reader has a ton of toys. He enjoys using them on y/n. If he came too quick, he'll use a toy until the reader orgasms (sometimes multiple times!)

U = Unfair Loves, loves, LOVES to tease. Bullying is his love language. He loves a quite a bit of banter. Prefers a back and forth dialogue with y/n. He enjoys being teased back, but has to pretend he hates it. Definite brat lover.

V = Volume Medium loud, but usually quiet. He'll make little grunts and deep animalistic moans. He likes to talk during sex, it turns him on.

W = Wild card He knows y/n is easily turned on by his voice. Leaning close into the reader's ear he'll whisper filthy little things. Things such as:

A drawn out "Good girl/boy/little one"

"God, you take me so well love."

"You were made to be fucked by me"

"I'm going to mold you to my body."

"Such a good little bunny for me, just like that.. yess..."

X = X-ray He has scars covering his entire body from the springlocks. He secretly thinks this makes him hotter (it does). His cock is slightly bigger than average when erect, but not unreasonably so.

Y = Yearning This man can get into such a horny mood so easily. He's obsessive over y/n and would gladly make love to them any chance he gets. This boy can be such a horndog.

Z = Zzz At night he passes out very quickly after aftercare. Dude goes out like a god damned light. During the day he needs a short break afterwards, but then he's right as rain.

[inoghmia]

If Carmen and Crackle/Grey are supposed to be a sister-brother relationship, why didn’t the show known for its show don’t tell, show it? What even are they?

Before you say that it was clarified 2 times and that you prefer Julia x Carmen, this is NOT a Redcrackle post, just hear me out. I love Jules and Carmen as much as the next fan, but since season one I couldn’t shake off the weird tension Grey and Carmen have.

I’m not really good at rants and these are just my thoughts and confused feelings I’m trying to understand.

Ok so it was clarified in the beginning that Crackle is “like the big brother she never had”, and in the flashbacks of the academy you can kinda feel that vibe, it’s very reserved but it is there. They’re kinda playful and caring but not to an extent I personally would call it a sibling relationship, but I digress, family bonds come in all forms and some may be more reserved than others. However, having said that, after the academy flashbacks, it’s back to the weird tension in the train. It was really hard for me to describe it, but I feel like the fact I had to repeatedly remind myself of their supposed relationship indicates something about the writing.

Carmen Sandiego as a show is great in “show don’t tell”, the quiet representation of different relationships (lgbtq+ representation my beloved) and atmosphere and even if some aspects are stated, a lot of things are left for interpretation, or it just well shown. The best example I can come up with at 2 am is how we see shadowsan slowly become more and more a part of the family, and even if in the later episodes it’s acknowledged by the characters once or twice, we mostly see the development happen and notice it for our self. It's great writing.

Now I’m mentioning this because Carmen Sandiego did an amazing job at writing family relationships, in which we have a sibling relationship, Zach and Ivy, and they did an incredible job. Some aspects can appear exaggerated, but even I, a lonely child, felt like all their interactions and body language was one of true siblings, it felt right and I never had to question anything.

So WHY (I’m asking this genuinely) do they mess up on Grey and Carmen? You could argue that they both come from very different lifestyles, Grey lived his life presumably lonely and since he doesn’t seem to have any family bonds with any foster family, (assuming all VILE operatives are indeed orphans) and doesn’t have a pet or partner, he doesn’t seem like someone to get acquainted with others. Carmen on the other hand, has been always surrounded by people she sees as family and later on seems to love making new acquaintances. While others may see students at the academy as just that, students, Carmen may have seen them as something like distant cousins you see at family gatherings. It would be understandable if they weren’t very compatible but despite it, they don’t necessarily need a strong bond to maybe be called siblings by Carmen since everyone at VILE is, to quote Coach, family. If you look at their relationship, it truly started off the “mutual enemy” kind of thing, and and idk, I feel like it would be understandable why their vibe was off when calling eachother such endearing names. (Edit Note: I wrote this at like 2am and have no clue what I was going on about for the most part of this paragraph)

They act more like work friends than anything. The lack of intimacy that you’d find in siblings COULD be explained, seeing as Grey may never have had the chance to feel brotherly love for a longer time than a few years (assuming he even had siblings in a foster home to begin with) and Carmen being mostly surrounded by adults and therefore not having a chance to bond with someone her age. Still, personally, I expected SOME intimacy, seeing that they were at the very least best friends, which is to be fair, something we see happen in the academy flashbacks, but like only once (talking here about body language).

In the train scene there’s this tension between them, but it’s not one of seeing your best friend or sibling betray you, it felt more like a coworker letting you know HR is mad, and tbh, I was really surprised when Carmen said she saw Grey as a brother.

(Edit: this was a part written late at night so it’s a bit hasty)

Later on their relationship is hard to describe, it feels uncertain and could range from a random coworker to the dearest person in the world, it’s really confusing imo.

Then the amnesia happens and oh boy. I 100% believe Grayham had a crush on her, I mean, who wouldn’t fall for a random mysterious lady in red that (literally) sweeps you off your feet? Every time I saw them interact I was always expecting a different reaction from Carmen, instead of acting like the supposed younger sister, she acts mysterious, (imo) almost unaware to herself flirty, due to her unnecessary secrecy.

They later on bump into each other and at that point it was SO fucking hard to understand what they were, they were neither acting like siblings, two strangers attracted to each other, nor friend or enemies, the jail scene was so confusing I had to rewatch it a few times and I’m still not sure what I’m meant to understand them as.

After Crackle gets his memory back, I will say it, he acts like a past lover. In all the later episodes I always felt like I was watching two people that had some tragic lovers-to-enemies story which one was still bitter about. I’ve often been considering the possibility it may have been Greys resting fuckboy face, but idk, I don’t think that’s totally it. As I said it feels weird in the grand context of things, but I really would believe they were lovers at some point If I were to watch just the last season. Heck, when Carmen was evil, they lowkey had a power couple vibes, but EVEN THEN it was hard for me to distinguish if they felt romantic, platonic or like siblings.

Tell me I’m not the only one who sees this

(WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!???)

Here’s my biggest problem tho:

In the last episodes, the moment Grey contacts ACME, was the first time in the show I felt like I was watching a brother fight for his sibling. Idk if it was because it felt like I first ever really saw raw emotion in him or what it was, but I truly understood the sibling implication for the first time. In the scene he’s begging her to come back and Carms about to electrocute him (side note, can we talk abt how she was willing to kill like 3 ppl), I truly felt the sibling dynamic.

AND THEN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL SCENE MAKES IT FEEL LIKE THEY WERE IDK WHAT BUT SOMETHING LOVING, IDK IF IN A PLATONIC, FAMILY OR ROMANTIC WAY BUT IT WAS LOVING AND AWISSFIOASJMDFÖIKJAGJWSIO WHY IS THIS SHOW SO CONFUSING

final conclusion:

I am so fucking confused and its 02:30 am - somebody send help

[chosok-amo]

HOLLOW PURPLE ! MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

your brother nearly hollow purple megumi fushiguro when he walks on you both naked in bed after having sex together.

warning. older brother! satoru gojo, little bit of angst.

the sex part : here

satoru stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes locking onto the scene before him. his sister and megumi fushiguro, were both lying on the bed, bodies concealed by the sheets, skin still tinged with the flush of recent intimacy.

his hand on the doorknob clenches, his initial shock giving way to a mixture of disbelief and anger. he couldn't believe what he was seeing—the woman he loved, his own goddamn sister, in bed with megumi. his sister, his sweet, innocent sister, lying tangled in the sheets with megumi, the very boy he'd practically raised since childhood.

he struggled to find the words, his mind and heart a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. the reality of what he's seeing sinks in almost almost hit the rock bottom, and his usual playful demeanor melts away, replaced by a quiet, steely anger.

“well,” he begins, his voice is soft but sharp, “this is quite the sight to come home to.”

both you and megumi startle awake at the familiar sound of satoru's voice. you sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to your chest, a mix of surprise and shame on your face.

megumi's eyes widen as he realizes his precarious position quickly tries to cover himself with the sheets, his face turning red with shame and panic also and a look of fear crosses his face as he turns to look up at satoru. “sensei, i...” he begins, but his words trail off under satoru's icy gaze.

satoru stands in the open doorway, his eyes hard and unreadable as he looks at the two of you. the silence in the room is deafening, broken only by your own ragged breathing and megumi's soft gasp. but your brother wasn't looking at him, his icy gaze was fixed firmly on you, and the look in his eyes made it clear that you were the one in trouble.

satoru's eyes narrow as he takes in the scene before him for the second time. the sight of you, laid out in megumi's bed, your body hidden beneath a sheet but doing nothing to conceal what had clearly just happened, fuels the silent fury slowly building within him.

he doesn't say anything for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight as he tries to rein in the anger bubbling under the surface. It's not lost on him that the first thing megumi said was ’sensei’ rather than your name.

satoru arm-crossed watching as you attempt to collect yourself. “so,” he begins, his voice low and cold, “care to explain this little love affair?” you swallow hard, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. megumi looks terrified, his expression a mix of fear and guilt, not knowing what to say or do.

“satoru—”

“i'm not even sure if i want to know what the fuck you two were doing,” satoru cut your words in the middle sentence. he takes off his jacket uniform before throwing it at you. “wear this and meet me in the living room,” his icy voice sends shivers down your bones, and left— not before he slams the door open, not giving the two of you chance to be fully alone.

you caught the jacket in midair, still trying to catch your breath as the door open with a resounding thud. the room is plunged into an even deeper silence, broken only by your shaky exhales and megumi's laboured breathing.

you look at him, and his wide, frightened eyes look back at you. for a moment, the two of you just sit there, neither of you sure of what to say. your brother's anger was like an ominous storm cloud hanging over both of you, and you knew that it was only going to get worse from here. the room is eerily silent after satoru leaves, only the sound of your own breathing fills. your hands clench around the fabric of his jacket, the cool touch of it a stark reminder of the situation you're in.

megumi is the first to break the silence, his voice soft and sheepish, but the guilt and fear are all too obvious for you. “i guess we're in trouble,” he mutters. you nod, unable to look at him, your heart still pounding hard in your chest. “we should go,” you say, wrapping the jacket around yourself. the smell of your brother filling your brain, sending you some comfort.

you're about to bring your feet to the living room, facing your early death with an open heart. “i guess i had the greatest sex before facing my death,” you mumble under your breath, trying to ease the trembling that shaking your bones.

megumi caught your wrist first, turning you around to face him. he was calm the moment his skin kissed yours. “megumi, i don't think it's the right time for another round,” you raised your eyebrows.

the spike-haired boy chuckles, his thumb moving under the thick air, giving you nothing but the comfort you're seeking. “just tell him that i'm the one who seduces you, okay?” his voice is deep, gentle, too gentle for your liking. your heart tugs at his words, the way his thumb soothes your skin, and the soothing tone of his voice sends a wave of unexpected comfort through you.

you scoff, taking a second to roll your eyes at his knight-in-shining-armor wannabe, “yeah right, like i'm gonna do that to you,” you eyed him, a soft one before cupping his cheeks, “i'm the one who started it, it's my responsibility.” you give his soft lips a peck.

a small smile tugs at your lips. “you’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” you say, but your voice is softer than you intended it to be. the way his thumb was rubbing your wrist was soothing, almost mesmerising, and you found yourself leaning into his touch without realising. “you don't have to do that,” you say eventually, “i'll just tell him the truth.”

megumi chuckled under his breath as you argue back and forth about who initiated the liaison. it's a lighthearted moment, a brief respite from the tension of the situation you're in.

but then his expression suddenly grows serious again. “listen, i don't want to see you getting in trouble, especially not for something we both wanted,” he looks straight at you, his eyes dark and earnest.

“let me take the blame,“ he pleads, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. “please, i can't let you get hurt because of me.” the look in his eyes is so sincere, so vulnerable, that you can't help but feel a pang of affection for him. for a moment, you consider his offer, but then you shake your head.

“no,” you say firmly, pulling your wrist from his grip. “i'm not going to let you take the fall for this, not when it's what we want.” megumi opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off before he can get a word in. “let me handle this,” you say again. “i'll talk to satoru and explain everything. besides he's not gonna hurt me, i'm his sister, and he loves me too much to do so,” you smile at him.

the tension in the room seems to ease just a fraction as you smile at him. megumi knows that you're right, your brother loves you more than anything in the world and would never intentionally hurt you. megumi looks at you, his expression still conflicted, but he can see the steel determination in your eyes. he knows arguing with you is futile when you're like this.

“okay,” he finally relents, sighing heavily. “but if things go south, promise me you'll let me step in.” you smile weakly at him, secretly grateful that he isn't fighting you on this. “i promise,” you say, and you mean it. he nods, a silent agreement between the two of you. “okay,” he says quietly, “we'll face him together then.”

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation to come. the two of you walk towards the living room, each step feeling like a leaden weight on your shoulders. as you approach, you can hear the sound of rain falling outside, the soft pitter-patter matching the beating of your heart.

satoru is waiting for you in the living room, his back towards the two of you— sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide and arms crossed, a cold, hard expression on his face. . he doesn't turn around as the two of you enter, but you can tell from the stiffness of his shoulders that he's aware of your presence. the room feels heavy with tension, the air crackling with an almost electric charge.

you can’t help but gulp as you see satoru’s broad back facing you, his shoulders tensed and his arms crossed— making himself look even more formidable than he actually was. you take a few steps forward, your legs feeling like jelly as your mind races, trying to think of what to say.

megumi follows quietly behind you, his hand hovering a few inches away from the small of your back, as if ready to catch you if you were to falter. the silence in the room is deafening, filled only by the sound of the rain against the windows. the air feels heavy with tension as satoru stares at the two of you, his icy blue eyes boring into you like daggers.

you swallow hard, again, trying to maintain your composure, as you sit across from him. you can almost feel his anger radiating off him in waves, and you can tell that he's not happy. megumi's hand is still hovering near your back, a small gesture of support that you're impossibly grateful for.

the couch feels incredibly uncomfortable under your body. for a few seconds, no one says anything— the only sound in the room is the soft drumming of the rain against the windows.

satoru breaks the silence first, his voice as cold and hard as his expression. “care to explain what the hell you two were doing?” his question hangs in the air like a guillotine, and you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze. you look at him, your heart pounding in your chest, struggling to find the words to explain yourself.

you knew this was coming, but the bluntness of his question still feels bracing. satoru doesn’t take his eyes off of you, his icy gaze like a dagger. “well?” he prompts when the two of you don’t respond.

“i’m waiting.”

your heart is hammering in your chest, thudding so hard you're scared satoru can hear it. you take a deep breath, gathering up all your courage before replying.

“we were, um… we were just…” you’re faltering, the words getting stuck in your throat. you know there's no use in lying or trying to skirt around the truth, but you're finding it harder to speak up than you thought. your heart is racing as you start to speak, the words stumbling out of your mouth like a broken faucet. “well, we—um,” you falter, suddenly aware of how ridiculous this whole situation sounds.

but then megumi, with his hand moving to the nape of your neck, gives you a small, comforting squeeze. it’s like he’s silently telling you to spit it out. satoru saw the way megumi gently touched you, the way he was more calming than he thought, and looked directly into his eyes. the way the boy swift his gaze from him to you— changing its tone to comfort in a split second the moment your reflection dazzling on his orbs.

“it's okay,” he whispered to you.

sometimes satoru hates how sharp his eyes are, noticing every little action, every little nuance in megumi's behavior towards you. it's like he's noticing something that nobody else would— the way megumi would look at you with concern, how he changed his demeanor in the blink of an eye, the way he would touch you softly, the casual intimacy of it making his jaw clench, all of it was a dead give away that there was something more than just friendship going on, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

he watched as megumi whispered 'it's okay' to you, a phrase that seemed to have more meaning than what met the eyes. the sight of it only fueled his anger further. you nod, taking a deep breath. the way megumi’s touch comforted you gives you a boost of courage, and you raise your head to meet satoru’s gaze.

“okay,” you say again, more firmly this time. “we—megumi and I—we were… together.”

the silence that follows is deafening, the rain outside the only thing breaking through. but you can tell from the way your brother’s eyes narrow and his jaw sets that he’s waiting for you to continue.

satoru's eyes remain fixated on the two of you— studying your expressions, the way your bodies are positioned next to each other, the way megumi's hand is still on your neck. he can see the slight rise and fall of your chest as you try to keep your breathing steady, the way your eyes keep darting to the boy next to you. he can see it all— every little gesture, every little expression, and it's making his anger simmer dangerously.

satoru leans forward in his seat, his arms now resting on his knees. his eyes are glued to the two figures, studying you both intensely. but his gaze seems to linger on megumi the most, the way his jaw is clenched and the vein on his forehead popping out tells you that he's holding back his anger, trying to keep his cool.

“how long has this been going on?” he asks finally, his voice low and sharp.

“today?” bad answer, no, worse.

satoru's eyes narrow further, his expression darkening as you answer his question. he looks like he's trying hard to keep his anger in check, but the way his fingers are gripping the fabric of his pants tells you that he's struggling.

“just today,“ he echoes, his voice dripping with disbelief— pinching the bridge of his nose frustratedly. “you're really trying to tell me that today was the first time?” he leans back in his seat again, crossing his arms across his chest. he looks between the two of you, studying your expressions, and your body language, trying to understand this confusing situation.

“so you're trying to tell me that this,” he gestures between the two of you, “happened for the first time today? that this is all new to you both?”

you open your mouth to respond, but no words come out. under satoru's intense gaze, you can feel your confidence falter. the way he's studying you like a wolf watching a prey makes your palms sweaty.

megumi, on the other hand, is calm and collected, his hand still resting softly on your neck. he looks straight at your brother, without any hint of guilt or shame. satoru takes in your silence, the way you avoid his gaze and the way megumi seems so unflinching. a smirk slowly appears on his face a mocking one.

“she's telling the truth,” megumi finally opened his mouth. satoru’s gaze shifted to megumi, his smirk growing wider. “oh, you’re speaking now?” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “and what makes you think i should believe you?”

megumi didn’t waver, his eyes remained fixed on satoru’s. “because it’s the truth,” he replied simply.

“the truth, huh?” satoru chuckled, his voice melting with skepticism. he leaned forward again, his eyes never leaving the both of you.

“you're telling me, that up until today, nothing has ever happened between the two of you?” satoru said, his tone mocking. “not a single moment, not a single touch, no secret glances or stolen kisses?”

his eyes then focus on your neck, where megumi’s hand is gently resting. satoru’s gaze locked on the way megumi was touching you so gently, how his fingers were tracing small, comforting patterns on your skin. the sight of it made his jaw clench again.

the vein on his forehead pulses for the nth time, and he clenches his jaw tighter more. it’s as if he’s trying to control his own anger, trying not to snap at the sight of another boy’s hand on his little sister’s neck.

“let me guess,” he said, his voice cold and sharp as a puff of hot bubbles of his harsh breath flaying around the air before vanishing. “you just suddenly realized your feelings for each other today, did you? out of nowhere, without any warning?”

you remain silent, your heart racing in your chest. the way satoru was scrutinising you, it felt like he could see right through you.

megumi, however, remains unfazed, at least he tried to but the way satoru's jaw clenched every second he was pretty sure he was doing a good job at it. he doesn't want to be scared, at least not to your brother, not to his teacher. he simply looks back at your brother, unbothered. “that's pretty much it,” he replies honestly. “it was sudden, unexpected, but it felt right. we didn't plan any of this.”

satoru lets out a scoff at the boy's response. “how convenient,” he mutters, his eyes narrowing. “yeah?” his voice dripping with sarcasm. “just like that. no slow build up, no lingering glances, no moments where your eyes met and you felt a jolt go down your spine. just, boom, today you decided to tell each other that you’ve been secretly pining for the other for months, right? that some fairy-tale bullshit right there.”

satoru's eyes keep darting on megumi's hands and your expression, how calm you are under his touch while he nearly explodes from the anger. “you seem pretty comfortable with touching my sister,” he says to megumi, sharp and cold.

megumi's gaze never wavered, his eyes firmly locked on satoru's icy stare. he doesn't take his hand away— gently stroking your neck, keeping it there in a silent show of support instead.

“yeah, i am,” he replies, his voice level, “what are you implying?” he asks, his voice even but with a hint of challenge behind it. the nonchalant manner with which he responds irks satoru even more, making his anger flared up.

“i care about her. isn't that what you would want for your sister? for her to be with someone who treats her well?”

“oh come on,” satoru scoffs. “don't give me that bullshit. you're not just 'comforting' her. you're practically staking your claim on her with how you're touching her like that.”

megumi was unfazed by satoru's comment, his hand still lingering on your skin. he maintains eye contact with your brother, his voice steady. “is it wrong for me to want to take care of her?"

satoru's eyes are narrow, his jaw clenching again. “no, its not wrong,” he replies, a hint of irritation in his voice, “but there's a difference between caring about someone and... whatever the hell this is.” his hands moving gesture to the both of you.

“and so what if i’m staking my claim on her?” megumi retorts, his voice growing sharper.

satoru's hands clenching into fists on his lap. the way you were sitting there, so comfortable under megumi's touch, the way he was acting so protective of you, it was all adding fuel to the fire of his anger.

“you think you can just swoop in here, touch her like that, and expect me to sit here and watch quietly?” he said, his voice is low and dangerous. “do you seriously think i'm just gonna stand here and let you put your hands on my sister like that?”

satoru's eyes flicked to your face, noticing the way you were blushing under megumi's touch— the way you were practically melting under megumi's touch right in front of him. a wave of possessiveness washed over him, as if someone was trespassing on his territory. it only served to make his anger grow stronger.

“can't you see what you're doing to her?” he growls at megumi, his voice seething with anger. “do you have any idea what kind of effect you're having on her?”

satoru's eyes flick to your face again, taking in the sight of your still blushing cheeks, the way you're visibly affected by megumi's touch. it only adds to his growing anger more, you're seemingly falling under the boy's spell making his protective instincts flare up.

“look at you,“ he said, his voice dripping with disgust, “flushed like a schoolgirl, swooning over some guy. it's pathetic.” you sat there, stunned, as the words from your brother echoed in your ears. a wave of disbelief washed over you, and before you could fully process what he had said, you felt the warm, salty tear slide down your cheek.

you couldn't believe that those words had actually come from him, and the weight of his statement pressed heavily on your heart. your mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything, but all you could feel was the growing sorrow and confusion. each second felt like an eternity as you struggled to hold back more tears, the initial shock giving way to an overwhelming sadness.

the sight of your tears, falling down your face, makes satoru's heart pang with guilt, but he quickly pushes the feeling aside. he's supposed to be angry, he's supposed to be the overprotective brother who's angry at the guy who's touching his sister.

he glances at megumi, and the boy is now watching you with concern, one hand gently wiping away the tear that's trailed down your cheek. satoru's anger flares up again, watching how easily megumi comforted you, how naturally he touched you, like it was second nature to him.

megumi's hand on your neck tensed slightly. “hey,” he whispered softly, “don't listen to him.”

you nod, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. megumi's hand is still gently stroking your neck, providing a calming presence.

satoru's gaze never leaves you, he can see the way megumi's touch affects you, how it calms you down. it only serves to make his anger boil even more, the thought of this boy having such a soft touch with you, while he can't even bring himself to be vulnerable around you.

he crosses his arms again, his eyes narrowing as he fixates his eyes— watching the way megumi is soothing you, and how you're letting him, how your body is leaning into his touch, seeking comfort. it makes his blood boil.

“don't listen to me?” he says, voice sharp and bitter. “why shouldn't she listen to me? i'm just trying to look out for her, trying to protect her from guys like you who just want to use her.”

megumi's expression hardens at satoru's words, fast enough to snap his head towards satoru— making the older man think the boy might break his neck for a second. “use her? you think i'm using her?”

he lets out a humorless laugh, his hand gripping your neck a little tighter. “you have no idea how much i care about her,” he says, his voice low and steady.

satoru's eyes watch the way megumi's fingers are digging into your skin, how they seem to fit perfectly around your neck— a sight that only serves to stoke the flames of his anger more. “how could you possibly know what i feel for her?” megumi continues, his voice firm.

satoru's icy gaze locks on megumi, his muscles tense as he gets closer. the air in the room is thick with tension, a storm brewing between the three of you. satoru can't take it anymore. the way megumi was touching you, the way you two are sitting so close while comforting you— it's driving him crazy.

he gets up from his seat, his whole body radiating anger. he takes a few steps towards the two of you, his presence dominating the room.

“get your hands off her,” he growls at megumi, his eyes cold and dangerous. “satoru please..” you begged your brother to just stop.

satoru ignores your plea, his eyes fixated on megumi, who remains unflinching in his seat. his hand still on your neck, his touch still protective, not giving any indication of moving. “no.” he says simply, his voice unwavering.

satoru's eyes flash with anger, his knuckles turning white from how tight his fists are clenched. “did you just say no?” he asks through gritted teeth. “get your hands off her now, before I make you.”

“make me,” megumi responds, his voice low and challenging. satoru's jaw clenches at the audacity of this boy, the way he's not backing down, the way he's holding onto you possessively. it's making his anger flare up even further, every fiber in his body tensing.

satoru stands In front of megumi, looking down at the boy. “i swear to fucking god, fushiguro, if you're not gonna get your hands off my sister i'm gonna fucking kill you,” he growls under his breath.

his blue eyes shining under the dim light, menacing. his thick finger moves slowly to megumi's forehead, his thumb touching his index and middle finger. the urge to hollow purple the boy becomes heated each second. megumi's expression remains unfazed, his eyes locked with satoru's. he doesn't move, just stares back at him with a steady gaze.

“go ahead,” he responds, his voice calm. “do it.”

satoru's finger twitches, hovering just above megumi's forehead. he's seething with anger, the thought of harming this boy for just touching you is almost sending him over the edge.

“you honestly think i won't?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous. “you think you can just waltz in here and take her away from me like that?“ he growled, his voice low and cold. “you think you can just touch her anytime you want like she's yours to take?”

“satoru, please..”

you stand up, pushing your brother softly away from megumi. satoru turns to look at you, his expression softening for a brief moment when he sees the distress in your eyes. but then he hardens his gaze again, his anger still burning furiously.

“don't get in my way,” he warned you.

he's seething, his whole body tense with anger, eyes locked on megumi, who's still sitting there so casually. it's as if he's provoking him, daring him to do something. “let's talk, just the two of us, okay? hear me first,” you plead. your hand gripping tightly to his black shirt.

satoru's gaze shifts from megumi to you, his expression still hard and cold. the sound of your voice pleading for him to stop makes him hesitate for a moment. he looks at you, his eyes taking in your tear-stained face, the fear and anguish in your eyes. he can feel the protective instincts stirring within him, but the anger is still there, fueling his every move. he takes a step back, his hands still clenched into fists.

satoru's expression softened a little at your words. his anger is still seething beneath the surface, but your plea, the way you're clinging to his shirt, it's making it hard for him to hold onto his anger.

he lets out a frustrated sigh, his eyes flickering towards megumi for a moment before he looks back at you. “fine,” he mutters, his voice still sharp. “we'll talk. alone.” firmly pressing the word alone as he looks at megumi. you turn your head to megumi, giving the boy a little smile.

“’gumi can you leave us alone for a moment?” your voice is gentle, calling the boy by his nickname.

he throws you a concerned look, “will you be okay?” he asks as he gets away from the couch and stands in front of you. “yeah, he's my brother,” you still smile at him.

he nodded before leaving the living room.

the room falls silent as megumi leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. satoru's gaze follows the boy as he leaves, his eyes narrowing, and his jaw clenches slightly.

once you're alone, satoru turns back to you, his expression still cold and guarded. he walks over to the couch, sitting down heavily, his arms cross over his chest. satoru can't help but feel a pang of satisfaction. he finally has you to himself again, without that pesky boy around.

his eyes studying you. there's still a hint of anger in his gaze, but there's also something else— a mix of confusion, worry, and frustration.

you sit on the floor In front of him, trying to look at your brother's stoned face more clearly. you are holding both of his hands, drowning under the warmth of his. your big blue eyes looking right at him, “don't cry,” he mumbled, still drowning in a pool of anger but his touch was gentle as a feather when he pushed the tears away from your cheeks. you just smile at him knowing that he always has a soft spot for you whatever the circumstances are.

“did you remember the first time you brought megumi into our house? how happy am i?” you smile at him. “— how do i always follow him around and do everything with him? i even begged you to move him to my school just so i could be together with him?”

satoru's expression softened as you spoke, recalling the memory. he remembered it well— how you had been so overjoyed when he introduced you to megumi, how the two of you had been inseparable from that day on.

he remembered how you had been completely enamored by him, how you followed him everywhere, wanting to join him in all his activities. even going as far as begging him to let the boy transfer schools just so you could remain close to him.

he nodded quietly, his gaze flickering back to you. “yeah, i remember,” he replies, his voice quieter, “you couldn't get enough of him. you trailed after him everywhere, like a little puppy,” he answered with eyes rolling.

you laugh a little, vision blurry as you sniffle. “i spend almost my entire life with him, do you think something like this wouldn't ever happen? you, all out of people know that this is gonna happen, you know how much I have liked him since I was a kid.”

one, two, three, a drop of your tears became a hundred, raining down to your cheeks.

satoru's heart clenches as he watches the tears streaming down your face, hearing the broken sound in your voice. he wants to be angry, to be mad at you for being so involved with another man, but seeing you in this state is making it difficult for him to hold onto his anger. he knows you're right. he knew about your feelings for megumi, how strong and long-lasting they had been.

but knowing it and actually seeing it play out in front of him are two different things. the sight of you crying there, the way you're talking about your feelings for another man and sitting on the floor, begging him to spare the boy a chance— it hurts. it hurts more than he cares to admit. he clenches his jaw, trying to keep his expression neutral, but the sight of you crying is making it hard. he lets out a heavy sigh.

“i know,” he mutters, his voice sounding more defeated than angry. “i know how much you have liked him. i've always known. i just... i didn't think it would happen so soon.”

in satoru's eyes, you're still a kid, too young for love. even his uniform jacket was too big for you. how could you expect him to be okay for you to drown in a pool of something you might not know how to swim across?

he watches himself burn, all skin and bones for loving suguru geto only for the man leaving him, beaten to the death. leaving him with nothing but the void inside his soul. he can't watch you burn yourself the way he is, he wouldn't let you. the only reason why his anger seems so eager to eat him alive is because his fear already eats him first.

satoru's mind is racing, his thoughts a chaotic mess. he's thinking back to his past, to the pain and heartbreak he experienced with geto, the way it had shattered him. he never wanted that for you— he never wanted you to experience the same kind of pain he had. yet here you were, in front of him, crying over a boy.

he wanted to protect you, to shield you from the pain he had suffered. he couldn't bear to watch you go through the same thing. his anger was fueled by fear, fear of losing you to the same fate.

you're living in a jujutsu world where being in love seems more like a myth rather than being dead. there is no place for love in this world.

“i can't just let you do that to yourself, y/n. you're my treasure, the only one that matters to me—”

his treasure

he always tells you that, since you were a baby. since your tiny finger hugs his thumb and laughs at him. since you were kids satoru always made sure you were living the way kids have to. you have lots of friends, he makes sure nobody from the jujutsu world touches you until you're eleven.

he goes as far as taking you to live with him while he trained megumi like a dog, expecting the boy to do nothing but protect you.

“he's not gonna take me away from you, you know that. I'll always be your sister,” your soft voice touched his heart. the same blue eyes as his looking at him, shaking from the crying. your hands tightly collapse between his.

satoru's heart clenches at your words, at the sight of your blue eyes— so similar to his own, but filled with tears and anguish. he can feel the tight grip of your hands in his, the way your fingers are shaking as they hold onto him.

he knows you're right. you're his sister, his treasure, the one person he's always strived to protect. but that doesn't change the fact that you're growing up, that you're starting to have feelings for boys, feelings he can't control. your words hit him like a punch to the gut. “i know,” he mutters, his voice hoarse, “i know you're still my sister. i just... don't want you to get hurt.”

shaking your head, “maybe i will and maybe i won't, but that's okay because you're here with me. so please, can you let us be?” your eyes are full of hope as you look up at him.

satoru's heart clenches again at the sight of your hopeful expression, the way you're looking up at him with such trust and faith. he can feel his protective instincts warring with his anger. satoru can't help but be moved by your words, the hope and pleading in your eyes making his heart ache. he knows he can't deny you— he can never deny you anything.

he takes a deep breath, his grip on your hands loosening a little. “i... i don't know,” he mutters, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

he looks at you, his expression a mixture of worry, frustration, and resignation. he knows he should be putting his foot down, telling you that this isn't a good idea. but he can't bring himself to. he wants to say no, wants to tell you that you're too young, too innocent for a relationship with megumi. he wants to keep you safe, keep you away from any potential hurt.

but your expression is pleading, begging for him to understand. he can feel his resolve weakening, the anger slowly giving way to resignation.

“please, ‘toru?” you begged.

satoru's heart clenches again, the nickname you use bringing back memories of when you were younger, calling him excitedly “toru” as he carried you on his shoulders, a nickname you haven't used in years— is like a dagger straight to his heart.

he hates the way your voice makes him feel. he knows he should be resistant, should be putting up some sort of fight. but the sight of you looking up at him, pleading, is too much.

he lets out a deep sigh, his expression tired and resigned. “fine,” he mutters, “i'll let you be. but if he hurts you. i swear to god—”

“i know,” you interrupt him, sensing the threat in his voice. “but he won't, i promise, okay? please trust me.”

satoru's eyes softened at your plea, his anger and frustration slowly easing. he takes a moment to study your face, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. but all he sees is determination and certainty.

he lets out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping as he finally accepts your words. “okay,” he mutters, “i trust you.” satoru's voice is sharp and firm, his expression serious. “if he hurts you, i'll rip his goddamn head off.”

he lets go of your hands, leaning back on the couch and running a hand through his hair. he looks exhausted, mentally and emotionally. he knows he shouldn't be allowing this, but the thought of denying you is unbearable.

you smile at him, brightly, “okay.”

seeing the way your blue eyes shine under the moonlight sends a wave of calm to satoru. “come here,” he whispered.

you quickly go to sit on his side for him to pull you into a tight hug as you wrap your arm around his waist, resting your head against his chest. satoru's hold on you is tight, almost desperate. he wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest. he can feel your heartbeat, the rise and fall of your breath, the warmth of your body against his.

he buries his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of you. he kisses the top of your head a few times, his lips lingering for a moment before he speaks.

“don't ever leave me,” he whispers, his voice so quiet it's almost a murmur. his arms holding you so fiercely it's as if he's afraid you'll slip away, his breath against your hair, the rise and fall of his chest as he holds you.

“promise me,” he whispers again, his voice hoarse and strained. “promise me you won't leave me.”

“i promise,” you assure him.

you feel his arms tighten around you, his grip on you almost possessive. his words are low and barely audible, but you can hear the underlying tone of vulnerability and fear in them.

“i mean it,” he mutters, his hot breath stirring your hair. “you're not allowed to leave me. ever. you can have your stupid boyfriend, but you're still my little sister, you got that?”

you laugh a little, “okay..”

satoru's arms loosen a little, but his hand remains on your head, gently stroking your hair. he lets out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“i'm serious,” he mutters, his voice a little quieter now. “i don't want to lose you.”

shaking your head, “you won't.”

he's quiet for a moment, his hand continuing to stroke your hair. his fingers brush against your scalp, a familiar and soothing gesture. “promise me you'll always remember that I'm your big brother, first and foremost,” he murmurs.

he can feel the tension and frustration slowly start to ease as he holds you in his arms. he takes a deep breath, his chest rising against your side arm. “you better make sure to call me every day, every hour, every goddamn minute,” he mutters, his voice half-joking, half serious. “and if that megumi kid even thinks about hurting you, i'll make sure he never sees the light of day again.”

“i promise, god, you're such a baby. you'll always be my brother,” you laugh a little, jokingly as you hold his broad shoulder.

satoru lets out a huff, a fake scoff of indignance. “i am not a baby,” he mutters, pouting a little. “i'm just looking out for you, that's all.”

he pulls back a little to look at you, his eyes narrowing as though you've just insulted his honor. “and damn right I'm always gonna be your brother,” he says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “don't you forget it.”

you shake your head, “i won't..”

“but, can you keep the hollow purple for me? in case he cheated on me or something?” you ask him, voice dripping in tease.

satoru lets out a snort, his expression lightening. “oh, so now you're using me as your personal hit man for your romantic drama, huh?” he asks, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

he grins at you, his expression returning to its normal teasing nature. “alright, i'll be your knight in shining armor. i'll use hollow purple on that megumi kid if he dares to even look at another girl. i'll be using hollow purple on his sorry ass before you can even say the word ‘cheated.’”

again, you laugh at his silliness.

“you're the best. the best brother anyone could ask for.” satoru's expression softens at your words, a warm smile spreading across his face. he lets out a huff, feigning nonchalance.

“yeah, well,” he mutters, ruffling your hair affectionately. “i guess that's just one of the many perks of being the strongest. not only am i the strongest sorcerer alive, but I'm also the best goddamn brother around.”

he kisses your forehead.

“now go clean yourself, you smell like sex,” he rolled his eyes.

your cheeks turn pink, and you swat at his arm playfully. “hey!” you protest. “i don't smell like that!”

satoru chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. “yeah, right,” he says, a smirk on his face. “i can smell megumi all over you.” he leaned back against the couch, grinning as he watched you get up.

you stop on your track to look at him, “you're so annoying.”

satoru laughed, “you love me, I'm the best brother anyone could ask for,” he mockingly clowning you, using your words back to you.

you look at him, face covered in disgust before you smile and walk closer to him. “sadly,” you kiss his cheek, “i love you.” and walk away towards the bathroom.

satoru's expression briefly softens at the feeling of your lips on his cheek, but the moment you turn away, his face returns to a smirk. “love you too, kid!” he calls out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “even if you do stink!” he leans back on the couch, still grinning to himself as he hears the shower start up from behind the closed bathroom door.

he lets out a content sigh, leaning back on the couch. he doesn't want to admit it, but the thought of you with megumi still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. you're growing up, moving on, and he's not ready to let you go.

so satoru gets up from the couch and walks over to megumi's room. satoru steps into megumi's room quietly, not bothering to knock. he leans against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. his expression is stern as he looks at the boy sitting on the edge of the bed.

“we need to talk,” he says, his voice low and serious. megumi looks up at satoru, a sense of dread settling over him. he knew this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. he swallows, his throat suddenly feeling tight.

“okay,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. he looks at satoru expectantly, waiting for him to speak. satoru walks further into the room, coming to stand a few feet away from megumi. he looks at the boy, his eyes narrowing as he studies him.

“i need to know what your intentions are with my sister,” he says, his voice firm. “what is it that you want with her?” megumi looks up at satoru, swallowing again as he gathers his thoughts. he takes a deep breath before speaking.

“i like her. i really like her,” he says, his voice wavering a little. “i want to be with her. i want to make her happy, to be there for her.” he looks at satoru, his expression earnest. “i care about her, sensei. i’d do anything for her.”

satoru studies megumi for a moment, his expression unreadable. he can see the genuine emotion in the boy's eyes, the way he swallows nervously under his gaze. he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i don't trust you,” he mutters. “you're still a kid, you don't know anything about love. what if you hurt her?”

megumi's expression falters, a look of hurt crossing his face. “i would never hurt her,” he says, his voice shaking a little. “i care about her too much. i would never do anything to hurt her.” his shoulders droop a little, the weight of satoru's doubt and disapproval falling heavily on him. satoru gojo knows what type of person his student is, the child that he adopted. megumi fushiguro wasn't his favorite student for no reason. he just wants a little assurance that this is the right thing to do.

satoru knows deep down that megumi is a good person. he knows that the boy is smart, mature, and responsible. he also knows that megumi cares deeply for you, and that's what worries him the most.

he looks at the boy, his expression softening a little. “i know you care about her,” he mutters. “but you're still young. you don't know what it means to be in a relationship. you don't know what love really is.”

megumi looks at satoru, his expression determined. “i know I'm young,” he says, “but that doesn't mean i don't know what love is. i know what i feel for her, and i know i want to be with her. i'm not just some kid that doesn't know what he's doing.” he takes a deep breath, his voice firming up a bit. “i'm serious about her. i want to make her happy. please, can you at least give me a chance?”

satoru can feel his resolve weakening, the sincere expression on megumi's face and the conviction in his voice making it difficult to hold firm. he knows he should still say no, should tell him it's not going to work, but the look in megumi's eyes is so damn earnest.

he lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair again. “damnit,” he mutters. “fine. i'll give you a chance.” satoru looks at megumi for a moment, his expression conflicted. he can see the determination in the boy's eyes, the way he holds himself with confidence and it annoyed him more.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair again. “i'll give you a chance. but if you hurt her in any way, i swear to god I'll make you wish you were never born. understand?”

megumi nodded.

“i mean, it's kinda too late for the ‘wish i were never born’ thing but i promise—”

“you're walking on the thin line, fushiguro!” satoru is ready to hollow purple the boy for the second time that day— hand toward the boy.

“i'm sorry, i promise, sensei!” the boy almost screamed, voice rising in terror. satoru lets out a huff, his expression annoyed but begrudgingly amused. “you're such a smartass,” he mutters, lowering his hand with a glare. “you're lucky i like you, or i'd exorcise you and use hollow purple on your ass right now.”

he crosses his arms over his chest, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “just don't piss me off, got it?”

megumi swallows, his eyes wide and nervous. he nods frantically, his voice shaking a little.

“i promise, i’ll be good,” he says quickly. “i’ll take good care of her, i swear. i won’t hurt her, i’ll make her happy.” his expression is earnest, his eyes pleading. he looks like a kid caught sneaking out after curfew, hoping to avoid a scolding. satoru looks at megumi for a moment, studying his expression. he can see the sincerity in the boy's eyes, the way he's practically trembling under his gaze.

he sighs again, rubbing a hand over his face. “alright,” he mutters, “i’m giving you a chance. but if you mess up, i will not hesitate to make you pay the consequences.”

he looks at megumi, his expression stern. “do you understand me?” megumi nods, his voice trembling a little. “y-yes, sir,” he says, his eyes widened in fear. “i understand. i’ll do everything i can to make her happy.”

he swallows again, his throat feeling dry and tight. he's not sure what satoru would do if he messed up, but he knows it wouldn't be good. satoru nodded his head, “good.”

and just like that he walks away, leaving megumi's bedroom after sending a hard-slammed on his door. the white-haired man snorted the moment he closed the door, “oh i'm so cool, i'm such a good big brother,” he talked to himself.

satoru walks down the hallway, a smirk on his face. he can't help but feel a little satisfied, a little proud of himself for playing the stern, protective big brother. he mutters to himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “oh, look at me, the damn big brother. so cool, so intimidating. I'm the best brother anyone could ever ask for.” satoru grins to himself, feeling pleased with how he handled the situation. he knows he was a little hard on the boy, but he can't help himself. no one is good enough for you in his eyes.

he makes his way back to the living room, flopping down onto the couch with a satisfied sigh. he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing he just intimidated the hell out of the kid.

[darlingpwease]

(・・ ) ? Is that what you think?? 🤨🤨 Oh does it now?? /t a h,, I'd die again hhfksj It's weird cuz usually, the first few times I flirt back,, but I'm only used to it as something that happens rarely and stops after going back and forth a few times,, I'm not used to this kinda stuff often, so I now hide :'// I'm tormenting you?! Are you sure it's not the other way around?? So I'm not one then? Cool, I'm glad we're on the same page when the gaslighting is not included <33

Please lay off the blood diet really quick <//33 We can really talk this out!! Oh?? Hehe well I hope that those battles are intriguing~~☆ (,,¬ ¬ ,,)

Oh it is, is it?? I think it's both, honestly lol

I am proud to say that not only am I not a biorobot, but I humor does give intimacy too, so it seems to be very good and they can stay <33 /t

I know ice cream cake..? A waffle cake actually doesn't sound/look too bad, tbh.. same with napoleon cake, they don't look super sweet but to be fair, I could be completely off lol If it makes you feel any better, me too but thats besides the point <33

Because maybe thats what's happening?? 🤨🤨 I am innocent Dove :(( Maybe, but we will never know~ My favorite painting is "Puget Sound on the Pacific Coast" :DD I first saw it in art class a few years ago, and I just fell in love with it right away <33

/┬┴┬┴┤ (x_├┬┴┬ [Crime Scene because you KILLED ME AGAIN]

/Maybe, but that's for me to know 😌 However please be nice, at least sometimes <33 /t /j

-panna cotta

'uwu owo nooooo it's not like that!!!' of course, waffle cake, I'm sure that everyone is watching you tremble like a wet puppy with huge frightened eyes and thinking "oh my God, open the window let him breathe in, he doesn't seem to be breathing" /t /j /nsrs yes... so I will continue to use it<333 oh? are you suggesting I stop praising you?... I'm afraid you can't stand the constant teasing and bullying, so we'll work with you as you are~ *very dramatic gasp* see!!! even now you're still doing it!!! you dismiss my words and accuse me!!! you're doing it again!!! /t /j see? you're being playful again when you tease me; such a tsundere<3333 good good as you say in the end no tsundere will say that he is a tsundere especially as oblivious and tense as you~ /t

I know I'm going to regret saying this given your usual reactions but ??? my sweetest, but how can I give up the blood diet when I have such a blush-cheeked cutie like you next to me? tempter~... no one blames a spider or a mantis when they do what they have to<333... CHOMP- we can't; the peace will never be an option if it can't offer a benefit more than the opportunity to eat you >;333 /t /hj /affectionate oh hush, the gallery is quiet, the audience is watching and enjoying while the more eloquent ones are performing <3 /t /nsrs hehehe,,, cutie pie, cutie<33333 come here this innocent dove will kiss you—

of course; I would even say that it came before the onset. think about it: maybe if you hadn't decided to lie, the mosquitoes wouldn't have bitten you so actively, but your personality from the future has already committed a misdemeanor for which you are being punished today~ ... I guessed. after all, you're just a tired little bun<333

oh, wow!!! maybe one day we'll be close!!! I mean, close enough; after all, the fact that we have common writebabies, common jokes (only about you though /t /affectionate) and the fact that you and I have already reached hundreds of posts on one of the blogs together does not mean that we are close!!! /t /hj /pos actually

mmm? what do you mean "completely off"? that they're too sweet for you?... at first I sincerely wanted to answer, but now I realized that I want to make sure that I understand you before continuing, in case you manage to catch me, it would be disappointing to hunt you just so that I myself become prey shshhsshs /t /hj ... it's so good when a family has common interests and issues that concern all parties, I've heard it helps to DEEPEN the connection and become CLOSER /t /hj /apparently I'm really irresistible~ hehehe mwah♡

... I'm a dove... why do you call yourself a dove... are you faking an identity? are you trying to trick me? are you a criminal? that's it, that's it! we found a reason to stop making you innocent! now come with me, it will be fun for me, I guarantee<3333 no no we'll find out very soon >;333 mmm~ it looks very beautiful, but a little sad, especially with people who have to fight the storm. what is your favorite detail in the picture? waves? light? the forest? people?

/ It's okay, it's okay, I'm good at resurrecting people, so we'll do it ten more times and then we'll buy you a big enough closet<3333 mwah♡♡♡ /ht /affectionate

/ .. you don't have to sound like a cross between humility and pride, pamna. come on again, you sound too calm considering your usual reactions /t /j /nsrs but I'm nice! my honeypies will agree with me that I'm nice and pretty enough, so sometimes I'm like<3333 /t

[backwardabyss]

[cosmos-coma]

Sensory Series - Touch

A/N: I’m starting a new little series! This series of ficlets is composed of standalone scenes, each with a focus on a different one of the senses ( touch, smell, taste, etc.). enjoy!

Pairing: Eskel x reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: gn!reader (no pronouns), just some tooth-rotting fluff and intimacy (SFW)

Summary: You and Eskel wind down and get ready for bed.

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Night had settled in at Kaer Morhen and everyone was winding down. You had turned in earlier than the rest to take a bath before bed and read quietly as the fireplace slowly heated the room around you. You laid back and Eskel’s and yours shared bed, the shallow pile of furs gently cradling you, though still cold from the formerly neglected fireplace.

You shivered a bit, the cold easily creeping past your underclothes, as you laid down to read by the growing light of the fire. You didn’t get very far, however, before a light knock alerted you to Eskel entering. 

“Hello, my love” you hummed happily as he entered and placed your open book on your chest. You loved the way his eyes warmed when he saw you. Whether you two had been apart for a week or an hour, his citrine-like eyes always melted into warm honey when your eyes met.

“Hello, dear” He rumbled, careful not to break the quiet atmosphere you’d created in the room. After taking his boots off he took a few strides over to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes as he made contact, a content feeling washing over you, but it was quickly replaced by bubbling laughter and your nose scrunching up.

“You're prickly.…” You protested and brought your hand up to rub against his cheek, the rough stubble not unlike a cat's tongue. “When’s the last time you shaved?”

“Hmm…”, he said, rubbing his chin to feel it too. “I guess it has been a bit… will you help me?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, making sure to rub his stubble over you more. 

Snorting out a small laugh you pushed him away and put your book aside. “I’ll help, I’ll help… just stop scratching me, dammit.” He only grinned a sly smile as he moved back to let you get up. “Go get undressed and I’ll get the stuff together.” You said, bumping him with your hip as you went to his things.

As asked, Eskel began pulling off his clothes and putting them aside so they wouldn't get wet before he took a seat by the chair in front of the fire, angled so that you could see easier in the dim room.

Once you had the supplies in your arms you came over to set up. Holding one of his shoulders just in case as you climbed into his lap, legs straddling his hips as your chests came together. You laid a towel over your leg and pulled the small pail of water close, wetting your hands before you lathered the puck of shaving soap you had gotten for him the fall prior. 

He did his best not to smile as you smeared the lather on his cheeks. Your focused eyes traced his skin and your lips fell ajar as you concentrated; all little things he noticed and loved about moments like these. Your dedication to such simple tasks like this was one of the things that made him love you in the first place. On this thought, he could no longer hide his growing smile, a small but toothy expression that always took your breath away.

“What’s got you so smiley, dear Witcher?” you asked, leaning in for a quick kiss before he could answer. As you pulled away you could feel some of the lather from his face stick instead to your chin.

He let out a low-voiced chuckle and wiped the bubbles away with his thumb. “Just that I love you…” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, as it always did when he reminded you how he felt. “Hmm, I love you too…” You said with a grin and grabbed the straight razor from the supplies beside you. “But no more smiling now. I don’t want to slip”.

“Yes, dear…” he had just the slightest hint of a playful tone as he rested his head back, exposing his chin and neck to you. 

The room was quiet as you took great care in making sure you didn't accidentally cut your Witcher. Maneuvering the blade carefully over and around Eskel’s various concave scars. You were excited the first time he had asked you for help in this endeavor, and while you weren't sure he needed it, you were honored that he trusted you with such a task. As with Witchers and Humans alike, trusting someone who holds a blade to your throat is as intimate as it is nerve-wracking.

You could feel his pulse thrumming steadily under your touch as you stretched his skin taut so as not to nick it. His calloused fingers rubbed circles into your hips where he held you gently in place, occupying himself with the smooth touch of your skin as you worked.

When you finished you placed the razor to the side and grabbed a warm towel to wipe over your work surface and the Witcher's chin. Satisfied with your work you leaned in to kiss over his Adam's apple, smiling against the smooth warm skin as a quiet laugh rolled through him like distant thunder.

“I take it you're done?” Eskel asked, bringing his head upright once again as he felt his face. 

“Yes, I’m all done, my love.” you said, watching a satisfied look move across his face, “now let’s get to bed.”

After you placed all your materials aside you yelped in surprise as Eskel scooped you up and stood. He carried you with ease, though you knew you weren't the lightest thing in the world and laid you back on the bed of furs. Much warmer than before, it felt easier to melt into the softness enveloping you. 

Eskel took to putting away and cleaning up the materials before he joined you, which was more than okay with you. It meant you could watch his body move in a way that was uniquely Eskel. The muscles that shifted smoothly beneath his skin as he stepped without sound, the way he flexed his fingers after a long day of chores, the way his hair moved into his face if he turned too fast for its liking. Watching these little things about him made you wonder why more humans didn’t consider withcers the most fascinating creatures to walk among them. But it also made you feel incredibly lucky that he should think you fascinating in return.

He came over and climbed slowly over you before laying down half on top of you, not wanting to crush you under his weight. He rested his head on your chest as his warmth pressed down on you, heavy but comforting. 

The heat radiating from his skin settled deep in you, turning you into a warm and gooey puddle. You brought your fingers to his scalp, running them through the hills and valleys of his dark hair and dragging your nails gently across the surface of his skin. A pleased groan fell past his lips and his arms, already snaking their way around your waist, hugged you just a bit tighter to him.

A Yawn pulled you closer to sleep as you two laid comfortably, wrapped up in your own world of soft and innocent touches until sleep finally beckoned you both deeper.

“Goodnight, dear.” 

“Goodnight, my love.”

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[howlingsaturn]

here's why the police station scene is, and will always be, the best and most meaningful tarlos scene.

we watched TK deliberately pick a fight and we realise that he's not doing well at all. we see him struggle with the aftermath of the break up, the overdose and probably the move to Texas and that's great. it shows that his problems don't suddenly disappear once he's out of New York.

Carlos doing his job, sitting at his desk, in uniform. do i need to add to that? maybe i do: have you seen the way he flicks his keys when he’s walking around TK? wow. just wow. 

we find out TK's full name. and Carlos, out of all people, is the one to tell us.

"Isn't you processing me like a conflict of interest or something?" — TK acknowledges their connection. it's meant as a joke, obviously, he tries to deflect, but he does not deny that there's something between them and that is a very crucial point.

Carlos reaching for TK's wrist to take off the handcuffs. i don't know why but there's something strangely intimate about it. (my darling alice, @reyeslonestar, said that it's a metaphor in the way that Carlos is freeing TK from his fears and insecurities, thus allowing him to finally open up to someone and that's beautiful.)

"The bad news is that means you did this with a clear head." — TK's face. that's all. just look at his face when Carlos says his piece. he's hurting so much, you can literally see it in his eyes.

Carlos is both gentle and firm during his talk. he's careful not to push his boundaries but he feels close enough to TK, which says a lot about the instant connection they shared, to not be afraid to speak his mind. it's obviously something TK needed to hear and it's so important that it's Carlos who does it instead of, for example, Owen. Owen is too close, he's had the front row seat to his son's drama. but Carlos is more neutral, he's only known TK from a distance (excluding the intimacy part, y'know what i mean) but he's an observer. he saw TK and that's the beautiful part. he's cared enough to see him, to notice what was going on and TK needed that. he needed someone different, someone special but not someone close enough to really see him. Carlos also acknowledges that TK is suicidal (thank you @singerofsimplesongs for pointing that one out). it's something that was brought up in the first episode when Owen asked him and even though TK denied it, there is some truth to it and i think that we, as an audience, also got a better understanding of how serious this actually is.

the crud thing; Carlos wiping away the blood. they're on thin ice at that moment but Carlos still reaches out and takes care of TK. that's how much TK has already influenced his life. and TK lets him. he's vulnerable, he's hurting, he has every reason to turn away and walk out, to be mad and isolate himself. but he doesn't do any of it. he lays himself bare and allows Carlos to take care of him and that’s a huge effing thing for someone like TK. there’s also the way Carlos clutches the tissue afterwards like he chastises himself for doing it. TK is not the only one taking a risk here, Carlos is too. he allows TK to see him too. he’s not afraid to show TK that he cares about him. and, of course, the way they look at each other,,, which brings me to my next point.

the eye contact. you can see how confused and vulnerable they both are and you can also see how much they care about each other even in this very early, very fragile state of their relationship. (kudos to rafael and ronen for this one. their emotions are so palpable in their eyes, that's just a+ acting.)

TK opening up to Carlos and telling him about the break up, the relapse and the numbness. that's insane considering they barely know each other and TK hasn't told anyone else. it plays such a crucial part in his development. in order to heal he needed to acknowledge it, he needed to say it out loud and Carlos was right there to listen. the fact that TK felt safe enough to be this honest also tells us a lot about what kind of man Carlos is: the best. (there's so much fragility in TK's voice too, just listen to how quiet he gets all of the sudden. it honest to God gave me goosebumps the first time i watched it. ronen delivered these lines beautifully.)

Carlos apologising for the champagne. he didn't know, there's no way he could've known but he's so frustrated with himself because of it. this just shows how sweet he is, how he wants to make everyone feel welcomed and comfortable, and you bet he is the type of person who won't forget this. who will go out of his way to ensure that TK never feels awkward or insecure about his addiction. also have you seen his face when TK explained that he's relapsed with substances? did you see the shock on his face when it clicked? and he wasn't shocked about the confession but because he thought he had messed up horribly. i mean, this man is just too pure for his own good.

“I guess I just- I wanted to feel something”  — Carlos’ face when TK said that. this man is hurting for someone he literally just met and he already wants to take some of the weight TK carries. i said it before and i will say it again: carlos reyes is the sweetest and kindest human being with the biggest fucking heart. he is so enamored with TK, it actually makes me wanna cry sometimes.

"You’re really busting my balls right now?" — it was meant to lighten the mood and not just in terms of telling a story on television. Carlos knew how hard this must've been for TK, how much he's struggled with this confession and Carlos wants to show him that it's okay, that it doesn't need to change anything between them. he falls back into their playful banter, easing TK into something that he's familiar with because being so vulnerable certainly wasn't. it's such a relief for TK because he turned away, he was about to leave and let that confession hang awkwardly between them but Carlos didn't let him. he offered him support in a way that worked best for TK and the fact that Carlos picked up on that tells us again, how deep their connection actually runs. their relationship is not just physical and it's something that TK realised during that conversation, paving the way for them to become more. and that's fucking beautiful.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, that’ll be all. for now. also thank you to everyone who left me a little message and talked to me about this scene. it’s one of my favourite things to do sksjdksk.

[denimbex1986]

'On a recent winter day in New York when the sun was shining, Andrew Scott rushed into a coffee shop between recording sessions for an upcoming series.

"I'm scheduled tighter than a teenage pop star," he said, beaming.

The interview had been postponed once, and the location was switched at the last minute to save Scott some time in traffic. But he sat down fully engaged and eager to start talking. Immediately, though, a passerby tapped on the storefront glass and asked for a photo. Scott, without a grumble, sprinted out to oblige, even though the gesture seemed more like a command ("You're under arrest," joked Scott) than a polite request.

Scott, the 47-year-old Irish actor, is in demand like never before. That's partly due to accrued good will. A regular presence on stage in the West End, Scott is known to many as the "Hot Priest" of "Fleabag" or the cunning Moriarty of "Sherlock." Soon, he'll play Tom Ripley in the Netflix series "Ripley," adapted from the Patricia Highsmith novel.

But the real reason Scott's time is short right now is Andrew Haigh's new film, "All of Us Strangers." In it, Scott plays a screenwriter working on a script about his childhood. The film is gently poised in a metaphysical realm; when Adam (Scott) returns to his childhood home, he finds his parents (Claire Foy, Jamie Bell) as they were before they died many years earlier.

At the same time, the movie, loosely adapted from Taichi Yamada's 1987 book "Strangers," balances a budding romance with a neighbor ( Paul Mescal ), a relationship that unfolds with profound reverberations of family, intimacy and queer life. In a dreamy, longing ghost story, Scott is its aching, shimmering soul.

"The challenge of it was to try to go to that place but not gild the lily too much," Scott says. "As an actor, I have to be in touch with that playful side of myself and that part of you that's childish. I was actually quite struck by how vulnerable I looked in the film."

Scott's acutely tender performance has made him a contender for the Academy Awards. He was named best actor by the National Society of Film Critics. At the Golden Globes on Sunday (Scott wore a white tux and t-shirt), he was nominated for best actor in a drama.

Scott has long admired actors like Anthony Hopkins, Judi Dench and Meryl Streep – performers with a sense of humor who, he says, "are able to understand what you feel and what you present." Scott, too, is often funny on screen (see Lena Dunham's medieval romp "Catherine Called Birdy" ). And even in quiet moments, he seems to be buzzing inside at some discreet frequency. Something is always going on under the surface.

He's been acting since he was young; drama classes were initially a way to get over shyness. Scott's first film role came at age 17. He has often spoken about seeking to maintain a childlike perspective in acting. In that way, "All of Us Strangers" is particularly fitting. On Adam's trips home, he sort of morphs back into the child he was. In one scene, he wears his old pajamas and crawls into bed with his parents.

"So many of the things that are required of you as an actor are a sense of humor and some ability to be able to put yourself in a situation. Because it's all down to imagination," says Scott. "For me, that's the thing you need to keep. That's the thing – because I started out when I was young – I don't want to move too far away from. Like when kids go, 'OK, you be this and I'll be this.' That ability doesn't leave us. What does leave us is a lack of self-consciousness. Our job is to hold on to that."

Haigh, the British filmmaker of "45 Years" and "Weekend," began thinking of Scott for the role early on. They met and talked through the script for a few hours.

"He's a similar generation to me. He's a tiny bit younger than me, but he's from the same generation," says Haigh. "He understands that experience."

Scott came out publicly in 2013, but his natural inclination is to be private. "I feel like I've given so much of myself in the film, you think you don't want to give it all away," he says. He describes "All of Us Strangers" – which Haigh shot partly in his childhood home – as personal, but not autobiographical in its depiction of the alienation that can linger after coming out.

"Mercifully, I feel very comfortable for the most part. But it stays with you that pain, and it actually makes you more compassionate, I think. Because we shot in Andrew's childhood home, that sort of threw down the gauntlet in relation to how much of his own personality he was giving," says Scott. "I wanted it to be sort of unadorned, unarmored and raw. That's why I think there's such tenderness in the film."

Scott has sometimes recoiled from how sexuality is talked about the media and in Hollywood. He recently said the phrase "openly gay" should be done away with. As of late December, Scott hadn't yet watched "All of Us Strangers" with his parents, though he planned to.

"The best way to express it is to say I'll be very sensitive to how they watch it and how they feel about it, and how it makes me feel them watching it," Scott says.

The tenderness in the film is also owed in part to Scott's chemistry with Mescal. On-screen chemistry is an amorphous quality that the film industry has long tried to turn into a science with camera tests and marketing that flirts with real-life romance.

But for Scott, it's something different. He and Phoebe Waller-Bridge had chemistry, overwhelmingly, in "Fleabag," but that didn't have anything to do with sexual attraction. Pinpointing that quality is something Scott pondered during Simon Stephens and Sam Yates' recent staging of Chekhov's "Uncle Vanya" at the National Theater. Scott played all eight roles, meaning he essentially had to have chemistry with himself.

"Chemistry isn't just about sexual chemistry. It's something to do with listening, and I think it's something to do with playfulness," Scott says. "Your ability to listen to someone and take note of what someone is doing is chemistry. You have to wait and see what the other actor is doing."

A few moments later, Scott will have to rush out just as quickly as he arrived. But before that, he leaned back, naturally lit by the winter sun, and pondered whether "All of Us Strangers," in the nakedness of his performance, had taken him somewhere he hadn't before been as an actor.

"Yeah, I think so," said Scott. "Or else to return to something that perhaps I've been before."'

[mypersonmyg]

scene stealer | kth

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

rating: pg15

wc: 937

warnings: just some kissy kissy time

summary: you ask your boyfriend a very important question OR taehyung would really like to finish the show

a/n: ngl, this month seems to be going so slow. is it really only the 11th? what is time really, lets just call it christmas and be done :D

...also, this banner do be kinda sexy if i do say so

prompt 11. K - Kiss. Write a kissing scene of any kind! Get creative.

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“How would you kiss me if we were in a drama?” You express your curiosity as events on screen unfold, the lead lifted from her feet to engage in awe striking passion. Your hold against Taehyung tightens, his attention drawn by a sudden break in peaceful silence and your glance upwards.

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, if our relationship truly started after a sixteen episode story arc how would you plant one on me? Answer carefully, this is instrumental to the future of our relationship. Taehyung shifts, forcing you to a sitting position, his hands finding the button of pause on the remote. He regards you with a swipe along his bottom lip, tongue wetting the skin. 

“I’d kiss you with the same mindset that I kiss you with now.” He shrugs, finger landing on your noses tip in a gentle prod before reaching once more for the discarded clicker. You reach the angle of his wrist before he sticks landing, pulling him back with a click of your tongue, eyes regarding with peaked curiosity. 

“You can’t just say something like that and leave it,” You glance the pleasant slumber of Yeontan just beats away, a bundle of fur amidst freshly folded fabric. You take but a moment to ponder the desire to scoop him into your arms before the ever present task resurfaces. You once again meet irises chocolate brown, “What mindset do you have when you kiss me?”

“You tell me.”

“Well-I don’t,” Your words fumble, face heating at a question nudging intimacy. “I suppose I don’t recall.”

“Is that so?” You note the shift closer, a hand falling to your perched thigh. You hum, unable to fight a pull, Taehyung magnetic in even the tamest of interactions. Before logic claims his advance as distraction, noses are grazing and the warmth of connecting lips sets you aflame. 

The feel of a hand against your cheek pulls to your own to the base of Taehyung’s neck, the desire to minimize space suddenly an unavoidable sense of urgency. You don’t hesitate to climb upon his waiting lap, Taehyung’s arms falling to secure your waist, still half blanketed from an activity less suggestive than the current. 

The mingling of heavy breath and the traverse of your hands from chest to cheek aren’t half as encapsulating as the feel of Taehyung against you, his mouth working wonders to guide your own in glorious tandem. It’s never too much, but the perfect amount of your mutual energy, the burn of a love so strong as to be conveyed in even the simplest of affections. 

Your groan follows the pull of too soon, Taehyung drawing back with satisfaction in his exemplary demonstration. You fall back against plush sofa cushions, breath catching and eyes focused on the smooth expanse of the white ceiling. 

“You’re mean,” You lightly kick at him with your sock clad feet, his hands easily catching at your bare ankles. He plants a lingering kiss against your calf, smirk only convincing you even more so of your astute observation. 

“I was just trying to help you remember, love.” He counters, lowering your limb and taking initiative to bring your earlier thoughts to fruition. 

Taehyung leaves you to stew, swooping in on his unsuspecting pup, your playful lover resurfacing, the deeds of just seconds prior holding no lasting impact. You nearly scoff as eyes fall back to the still frozen screen, the feelings still rolling in your abdomen befalling your hand to your lips, slightly swollen from pleasurable suction. 

“You kiss me like you’ll never have the chance to do it again,” The words are a mumble, a passing thought more than an exclamation, but Taehyung stops his endeavor, Yeontan all but through anyhow. 

“What was that?” He makes his way to where you lay, crouching so his head rests adjacent to your own, eyes like a small child staring back at you, wide and wonder filled. 

“It’s slow at first, like you wanna feel everything so you take your time, then you do all of the things you know I enjoy. There’s this hint of need and yearning, like you want as much of me as you can get, as if you’ll run off of time, out of chances.”

Taehyung doesn’t speak, just holding onto your brief monologue, lips twitching at the edges as you continue.

“You kiss me like you want me to feel every emotion that courses through your being and I do, or at least I think I do. You hold me like you’re afraid to let go and your lips tell me that the only place you wanna be is here.”

“Well…” He says after a moment, sure that you’re through with your analysis. “I must be one hell of a kisser then.”

“Shut up!” You slap him with the nearest pillow, stealing his balance as his hands search for purchase against the couches edge. 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He easily disarms you, pillow tossed to the floor. He leans in once more, foreheads pressed together. “I love you, and I don’t need a sixteen episode story arc to prove it.” 

“Mmmm, fair enough. It would still be pretty cool though,” You muse through a dreamed sigh. Taehyung draws attention once more with another press of lips, this time focused solely on drawn out deliverance. You giggle when he sets you free, his brow quirking. “If you wanted me to be quiet you could’ve just asked.”

“Can you be quiet so we can finish the show?” 

“Good thing you got that kiss in because you aren’t getting anymore from me. Better hope Tannie is feeling generous.”

[kdramaxoxo]

Hii! I first wanted to say I love your tumblr and the things you post so much! 95% of the kdramas I watched this year were because of your recs. So thank youu!! ✨

I hope this isn't a weird ask, but I'm looking for kdramas with intimacy(?) in them. And i don't necessarily mean sexy times skskks. I mean couples who don't shy away from each other's touch. 3 of my favorite shows exhibit this really well: Into the Ring, Fight for my Way, and Something in the Rain (and My Unfamiliar Family although they only got together in the end). I just want a kdrama where every hand hold isn't treated like this big grand gesture. Just natural interaction/intimacy between a couple 🙈

Awwwww, thanks sweets!! That makes me soooo happy :D

I love myself some good skinship, and the dramas you mention are some of my faves for natural & realistic romantic moments. And while I love the three-takes hand hold, or the slow-mo catching-someone-falling scenes, just straight up quiet and loving moments are so my jam. 

Now, I got asked this question a month ago and I haven’t answered it cause I have a terrible memory (sorry anon!), but I’ll do my best!

K-Dramas with great skinship and natural chemistry:

Run On: Run on isn’t done airing and it does make a big deal about romantic gestures. But there are all sorts of small special moments where the mains walk together and keep pace with one another or that one scene where they try to hold hands but she’s carrying something? Or how Min Joo kept bringing drinks and snacks to Seong Myeon while he was working? Even their arguments are soft and cute. Like, I just love them together. 

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes: I love this intense drama featuring two trauma babies but it’s not an easy watch. But the couple !!! There are just some scenes I’ll never forget: Him koala-ing her while she makes rice, her giving him a compassionate hug when he was struggling, how he follows her around and she has to make him turn around and go home (not in a creepy way but in a playful way).

A Piece of Your Mind: The main couple meet one another while the ML is suffering the loss of his first love. But once they get together there are some lovely domestic bliss moments and I just love the FL so much! She’s one of my favorite types: Soft but with an inner strength?

Her Private Life: A cute little rom com with very little conflict featuring two super beautiful leads: Park Min Young and Kim Jae Wook. They definitely have steamier scenes (for a k-drama) but they also have a ton of really playful and sweet moments together. 

Wok Of Love: While this show is too quirky for most people (I liked it though!), the main couple has the best natural chemistry ever!! They are so effin’ cute together you’d think they were dating IRL!

Be Melodramatic: This drama is actually about a bunch of different friends, but there is a side couple who, once they get together have some amazing moments. Everyone knows I love this show regardless, but their skinship is chef’s kiss. I feel like this show was written for grownups :P

Witch’s Romance: This noona romance is a fun watch and Park Seo Joon is the perfect “younger man.” Their first kiss is *fireworks* and they are always really cute together. It’s a little old school plot wise but I really liked it. 

It’s Okay that’s Love: A flawed but great k-drama that tackles the topic of mental illness (and does a better job that most k-dramas - I’ll grade that part a C.). I love the main pair and the way she touches his face and the way he loves her when he’s in the hospital??? My heart!

When the Weather Is Fine: While I didn’t end up loving this drama as much as I wanted to, the couple is soooo beautiful and soft. The plot was heavy handed and a bit frustrating in the end which is a bummer because the chemistry between the mains was EVERYTHING! 

- anon’s very relevant picks -

Fight For My Way: You said it first - Choi Ae Ra and Dong Man have some traditionally romantic moments but the face touching and sweet comfort moments are some of my faves.

Into The Ring: While this comedy drama has a bit too much politics (I mean after all it IS about local municipalities), Goo Se Ra and Gong Myeong are such a natural fit with one another. I love their hand holding and the special moments where they are together at her favorite lookout...Like when she asks for little kisses on the cheek? And he’s so supportive!!!

Pretty Noona Who Buys Me Food/ Something In the Rain: It’s true this couple has some really sweet and soft scenes together when they are dating. Like, anytime I see a gif set my heart just... They were amazing! I don’t usually put this one on my lists because I found it torturous to watch (the mom is a MONSTER.) so I just enjoy the romantic reblogs and pretend she doesn’t exist ;-)