#actually wanted to write a story about her

[paisleypens]

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day. I heard you were taking requests so I have an idea!!

How about a Spencer Reid x Fem!shy!reader who is really quiet around the team? And so she doesn’t talk to them much? (Especially Spencer because she likes him!)

So to show her love/affection she does small things for him but doesn’t admit she was the one who did so. (Like making his coffee, secretly organizing his desk, like little kind things)

I want the confession to happen but I don’t know how I want it so you can decide! Have a little fun with it if you will.

I hope you can write this, and I’m so so sorry if it’s something you don’t want to write or feel uncomfortable with it. I just wanted to give you an idea for a story! Let me know if you don’t want to or if you will either way is fine with me!

I’m sorry if I didn’t include enough details and thank you for taking the time to read this!

Have a lovely day. 💕

(ALSO I READ YOUR OTHER SPENCER STORIES THEY WERE SPECTACULAR)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STOP IT MOST POLITE ASK EVERRR

this is genius btw and ive been writing so much to avoid things i actually have to do so… THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME LMAO

acts of service | spencer reid x f!reader

let me know what you think <33

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The BAU office buzzed with its usual energy as Spencer Reid meticulously poured over case files, his mind racing through complex connections only he could decipher. Among the team, a shy figure often went unnoticed, working hard behind the scenes. Y/N, the quiet and reserved member of the team, kept to herself, her actions speaking volumes that words couldn't describe.

Spencer often found his desk mysteriously tidied up, papers organized, and his favorite pens neatly arranged. Coffee appeared magically beside his laptop, always sickeningly sweet, just how he liked it. At first, he attributed it to the office fairy, a playful term Morgan coined. However, as time passed and the small acts of service continued, Spencer couldn't ignore the pattern.

One evening, as the team gathered after a long day, Derek leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey, pretty boy, you ever notice how Y/N here keeps your world in order without saying a word?"

"What do you mean?" Spencer furrowed his brow, glancing at her, who was discreetly arranging files nearby.

Derek chuckled, nudging Spencer. "Come on, Reid. The coffee, the desk, all those little things. It's like having a secret admirer right under your nose."

Spencer's gaze softened as realization dawned on him. He watched you for a moment, noticing the slight blush that dusted her cheeks as she worked. In that moment, he saw beyond the quiet demeanor, understanding the depth of these silent gestures.

The next morning, Spencer arrived at the office earlier than usual, a determined gleam in his eyes. He set about making coffee, meticulously following Y/N’s routine, ensuring every detail was perfect. As she entered, surprised to see him there, he offered a shy smile, holding out a mug of freshly brewed coffee.

"Morning," he greeted softly, his usually fast-paced words slowed by a newfound nervousness.

Y/N blinked in astonishment, taking the mug from his outstretched hand. "Th-thank you, Spencer.”

He nodded, his cheeks tinged with pink. "I just wanted to say... I appreciate everything you do. Your actions speak louder than words, and they haven't gone unnoticed, I just hope you meant it in the way I interpreted it."

A smile bloomed on her face, warmth spreading through her chest. Finally feeling understood, she replied, "I like you too, Spencer. And not just for the coffee."

From that day forward, Spencer and Y/N shared more than just a quiet understanding. Silent acts of love were now met with drawn out conversation and reciprocated gestures, creating a bond that spoke volumes even when rooted in the absence of sound.

[irlrikomoriyama]

🗣️ (also sorry this got long, turns out i have thoughts) so like riko is one of the weirdest fandom cases i've ever seen. i've been in fandoms where characters who commit actual war crimes and genocide are badass babes or uwu soft bois, and even spoiled mafia brats who commit terrible crimes against the heroes for daddy's attention that get love and redemption. it's so weird to see just how isolated from all that riko is to me.

i do think it's partly how aftg is written, and that's also partly because niel's pov is not at all forgiving of riko, while is entirely forgiving of people like andrew. but i also think it's because of how riko himself is written. he's one of these characters that's better on paper than he is in the book to me. because he's never presented as smart enough to fall into the magnificent bastard trope where everyone applauds how devious his plans are, but he's not outright hammy enough to just be a fun read, he doesn't even get the same stupidly dramatic flare as andrew. and while we're told he's powerful and doing dangerous stuff, he's presented on page, more often than not, as a petulant child that neil is just done with or a guy who likes to torture people who neil is also done with. neil is never actually scared of riko, or even particularly threatened by him, and i think that hurts him and makes his position in the narrative weaker. especially when nora is trying to play him as a villain and a threat in a mafia story rather than a good old fashioned rival in a sports drama. for example, his first impression on the kathy show should live up to the hype of this imposing charismatic villain who broke kevin's hand, but instead loses him temper, forgets all of his media training and lets a nobody like neil goad him into losing control of the interview, and then his payback, things like shoving neil around and seth's death, are basically brushed off because neil doesn't really care that much. it's not given the weight to be a seriously omg this guys a threat first impression. and this isn't uncommon, lots of media hamstrings their villains at the start by making sure we know the main character is too sassy for them and can humiliate them, without thinking about how weak that can make the villain seem. it feels sometimes like nora wanted riko to be this chess master villain or tragic child who's lashing out at the world, without committing to it fully to either, or was just not an experienced enough writer to have known how to write either of those things in the pov of someone who hates riko's guts, which is understandable, writing is hard and that sort of nuance takes practice, especially if you just go by the books and not the extra content, and i do wonder how differently nora would have portrayed riko if she rewrote the main trilogy now with presumably a lot more practice under her belt. in the end riko ends up in this weird grey area to me where i understand why he's not popular, given he has none of the usual obvious traits that fans like to latch onto when redeeming a villainous character, and even the ones that are there are glossed over pretty quickly because of neil's pov, and a lot of his more interesting pieces are on paper not actively presented in the book, and not everyone reads super deep, but i also don't understand the amount of hate. i have literally never seen a character in any other fandom i've been in have this much fandom wide hatred.

See I have nothing to add here because you single handedly dropped the best analysis of Riko's character in the series I had pleasure to read so far and summed up all my feelings about why and what of the fandom. If the goal was to write a character that is impactful yet easy to hate then that goal was achieved but for me it real takes away form the magnitude of feelings Riko could evoke in reader and questions he could provoke in narrative if he was given bit different presentation that woudl still align with the lore we already have.

[madwomansapologist]

Marcille studying how to take care of chickens and using that knowledge to help her clean Falyn's feathers.

light like a feather | marcille donato x falin touden

Navigation | More Farcille | AO3

synopsis: Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

warnings: alright first time writing for dungeon meshi + first time writing a ship. what a month to be sapphic. also i am high on cramps medicines so vibe with me. fluff and an attempt at comedy. non canon compilant. where does it takes place on the story? whenever you want boss

From the balcony, Falin watched as they moved in the forgotten city. Cooking dinner, counting the suplies, mapping the ever changing ways. So concentrated.

She could jump. Falin could land right next to Senshi, nineteen feet bellow the balcony, without a single scratch. Her breath wouldn't even be affected. Althought it would be an easy task, she continued there. Alone, watching over them, very aware that this wasn't some sort of saint-like behavior anymore.

It was the one of a predator.

Falin had a dragon within her. Not human, not monster. She was something new entirely. Falin should be mad. Grieving over herself, over what was taken from her and what was needed to get her back. She didn't.

It was great. To be strong. She never strong before. Laios is the strong one. The fighter, the protector. She knows she is stronger than him now. And she feels... free. Like whatever that was taken from her didn't belong there at the first place. A useless weight that left her soul.

Before she would too watch over the party. It was great to observe, to understand people without being perceived. It was easier like that. People used to think she was too calm, too nice, too great. They would probably say that her stare is off-putting now.

She wanted to jump, but instead walked downstairs. An old building, perfect for them to spend the night and get ready to move for the next layer. The ghosts there welcomed them.

She smelled Marcille before seeing her. It was impossible to not recognize her perfume. The soap — made by the mage herself —, the mixture of flowers, a bit of cinamon. Delicate, as most elfs are.

She didn't mean to sneak into her room. It was just natural for her to not make noise. Watching the long hair dripping against Marcille's nightgown, a glimpse of the book she had on her hands caught her attention.

Chickens: care and reproduction.

"You want to be a farmer now?" Falin sat besides her. "Good thing I haven't bet on that."

Marcille practically jumped away, yelling more than if a lion was attacking her. Falin only giggled.

She always had been prone to exageration. Marcille doesn't lie, not to her. All it takes is one glance and Falin knows what she's feeling. And now she is acting like a child caught stealing from a cookie jar.

"Falin! You scared the life out of me! And what... why would you ever bet on that? I am only interest on... chickens. That's all."

Liar. Horrible liar.

Falin sat besides her, and it barely took a minute for Marcille to grab her hand. Another thing she is glad. She never knows when people want her closer, but Marcille always tells her what she wants.

Squeezing lightly at her thin hand, Falin tried to read the book. "And what about chickens are so interesting?"

"I, humm, I wanted to understand a few things. Just curious," Marcille bit her lip. She seemed embarrassed. Maybe Falin wasn't sneaking, but Marcille was definitelly hiding from something. "About their feathers."

Oh. Sure. Marcille's always talking about how hair can be crucial to magic users. And since she cut her own, Marcille is probably worried about the lack of the resource. Maybe feathers is a substitute for that.

But since they are still so deep into the dungeon, Falin don't think they'll be able to find anything like that. There is no mammals there. Actually, she isn't sure of that. But Laios must know!

Then, what are they both even thinking about. There is a clear, easier solution for that. "You can cut mine. It's no problem."

Marcille stared at her, the embarrassment gone. "What?"

"My hair," Falin said, smiling proudly. "If you ever need more for a spell, just cut mine. It's fine. Don't need to look for substitutes when I'm here."

Marcille closed the book, throwing it away. Laying down at the bed, she pulled Falin with her. Marcille just remembered why she never had the need to hide things from Falin. Always so toothaching sweet.

"I worry so much about you," Marcille got the hair away from Falin's golden eyes. So enchanting. "Do you know how long it took me to align your bones? To put everything at the right place, the perfect order?"

Falin didn't answer. She didn't knew it, but wouldn't open her mouth either way.

"Even when I was done, when I was watching as your skin grew, I wasn't sure if I haven't mistook anything." Marcille held her hand, the touch so delicate. Their finger fit perfectly together. "You're the one to care for our souls, so I will gadly care for your body."

Falin watched their fingers intertwined. She feels so warm around Marcille. Almost as if Marcille is the dragon. So protective, so careful. So perfect.

"And what does that have to do with chickens?"

Marcille laughed. It was loud, and soon Falin was laughing along side her.

"You have feathers now," Marcille brushed against them. "I need to help you with them."

Oh.

Falin stopped laughing. Her feathers. The most obvious trace of the monster within her. And instead of fearing it, ignoring it, hating it; Marcille cares for it. Skin and feathers, teeth and fangs.

She didn't felt like a predator anymore. Just like herself.

"You're so dumb." Falin got up from bed.

"Falin!" Marcille was quick to clumsy follow her out of the room. "You take that back!"

Helping Senshi, she ignored as Marcille tried to understand what she meant by that. Surrounded by her friends, Falin just allowed the truth to sink in.

She wasn't alone anymore.

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@ madwomansapologist.tumblr.

[macabresymphonies]

Episode 16 thoughts:

I like Ink5soul a lot, but my guess is a lot of it is me imposing headcanons about how I think they are vs how they actually are (they have like 5 lines of dialogue 3 of it in person so not much to write home about)

The Madame E talk was cringy, but it was very realistically "stan twitter influencer" cringy talk it gets a pass

Not much to write about implications other than Ink5soul takes inspirations for tattoos from corpses, I assume is the same as using Smirk's bulding plans or instructions from Leitners in TMA

Another incident where you can't draw a clear line on "what entity from TMA this could be", which to me is just further proof that they changed or are fractured in some way.

Ink5oul specifically seems to thrive on insecurity/dysmorphia, I do not think they were the reason for the demise of the guy from "Marked", I think this was different "entity" interfering, notably one that caused the girl from "Well Run" to drown, some type of "The Deep"

I'm slowly warming up to the fact TMAGP is more about creating scenes and little windows into the world, as oppsoed to TMA where it were short stories through and through.

MORE FOOD, this is ridiculous at this point and cannot be overlooked, specifically we had Alice switching tea for coffee, if it's not a plot point, at least it's 100% a theme

I asssumed Lena wanted Lady M in the office, but I see Gwen went rouge and Lena was pissed she endangered the OIRA

More specifically she stressed "you introduced her to your colleagues!" which implies she cares for them like, not dying, makes me reconsider her character a bit cause I assumed she would be more pissed at an external endangering her or "the office" as in her job

Gwen is very much in to find out after fucking around, cause what's next might be worse than Bonzo

[judesmoonbeauty]

Love Begins From a Mean Lie: Victor Collection Event Story

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. What I obtain is what will be translated. Translation notes are marked with *** Dividers: @/natimiles

It was one day when I went to submit a report to Victor........

Victor: This is a grave situation!

Victor looked through the documents and let out a curt voice.

Kate: Huh, is there something wrong...?

Victor: No Kate, your work is perfect as usual! It’s just……

Victor: WILIAROGJUDROGALELHARIWILJUDELL!

(Uh, is that some kind of spell…?)

Victor: ....This is the order of the cursed people you wrote in your most recent report.

Victor: Do you notice anything?

Kate: Notice?

Victor: I’m not in it!

Kate: Ah, that's true.

Victor often has a busy schedule as the Queen's aide…….

He can't put in as many Crown assignments as the others.

Besides, I had not written a report on Victor recently, as I was accompanying the others on missions.

Victor: ……. Actually, Her Majesty the Queen told me that she didn't have enough information about me.

Victor: So, Kate! Will you write about me with your own hand?

Kate: I'll leave it to me, that's what I do!

Kate: But ..... Is there any mission that you can participate in from now on, Victor?

Victor: That's the thing. Crown assignments are allocated based on everyone's abilities.

Victor: Adding me after the fact would please everyone, but I can't deny that it will detract from the mission.

Victor: Besides, even though Her Majesty the Queen wants the information, the Queen's aide's job is not going away.

Kate: As usual, you've been busy……

Victor: …..Yes! How about you interview me?

Victor: I'm sure Her Majesty will be pleased if you put it all together and give it to her.

Kate: An interview....... Okay, I will! I look forward to working with you.

…….Thus began the interview to write down Victor's information.

Victor: My name is Victor. I am a the Queen's aide and a member of the Crown!

Victor: Height 183.5cm! Birthday is February 20th!

Victor: If you deliver any presents to Crown Castle, I'll be grateful for them!

Victor: Charming points? There are many, but if I had to choose just one, it would be the mole on my mouth.

Victor: This is also one of the "Seven Wonders of Vic," where if you press it, the left and right sides will be switched the next day!

Victor: I’m a cheerful person, who loves everyone at Crown and is loved by everyone at Crown. (👀??? That last bit is news to me.)

Victor: ……Come to think of it, we were talking about how Crown doesn't have a mascot.

Victor: I guess you could say I'm the mascot!

Victor began speaking without pause, and I took notes earnestly so as not to miss a single word.

(…..Hmmm. There's a lot of subjectivity in Victor's work, so we'll have to separate that properly.)

(Any other questions…….)

Kate: Victor……when do you usually sleep? I feel like you’re always awake.….

On sleepless nights, I wander into the kitchen and find Victor busy making sweets.

Early in the morning, I woke up for some reason and was taking a walk in the garden, and I saw Victor watering the flowers……

Victor was always there when I noticed it, so I wondered when he slept….. 

Victor: I'm just like everyone else. Sleep at night and get up in the morning! That's the secret to good health!

Kate: That’s right. When we met in the morning, you didn’t even have bedhead, so I thought you weren’t sleeping.

Victor: No way! I'm a normal human being. I need my sleep.

Victor: I have naturally good hair, but I don't miss taking care of it every night, so it's hard for me to have bedhead.

Victor: But, it’s not like I don’t sleep at all alright? If you don’t mind, why don’t you come wake me up?

Kate: Eh…..

Victor: If I could see your face when I woke up,…….I would be so happy that day.

Kate: …..Ah, I’ll think about it.

Victor: Hehe, you’re always welcome!

Watching someone wake up makes me feel like I'm trespassing on their private life, which makes me feel a bit uneasy…..

(The only people who are allowed to see that kind of thing are the people who are really close to you.)

(….. I wonder if even the always energetic Victor is a bit languid when he wakes up from sleep.)

Even though I refused, I couldn't help but imagine Victor waking up.

(....should not. I need to concentrate on the interview! Next question is....)

Kate: Recently, have you done anything bad Victor?

Victor: Hehe...there's always evil in Crown! Good question.

Victor: Bad things…….I guess so. I lied to an innocent child for my own personal greed.

Victor: As an apology, I'm going to prepare a delicious royal cake for the child! That’s usual news.

Kate: Victor is preparing a cake to apologize! That’s new.

Victor: Of course, it depends on the degree of lying....... By the way Kate, what kind of cake do you like?

Kate: I’m torn...... I like anything with chocolate, and strawberry shortcake too....

Kate: Oh, and items made with seasonal fruits are also hard to give up.

Kate: .... But I'm not being lied to by you now Victor, am I?

Victor: …..Do you believe so? Maybe without you even realizing it, I could be telling a terrible lie.

Kate: Then let's go to a cake shop together.

Kate: I have a lot of questions and choices to make, so please bear with me.

Victor: Hehe……You're so cute and confused, I might just buy the whole store.

(Victor would really buy everything …..)

Victor: Now, what's the next question?

Kate: Next, yes….

Kate: Victor is full of himself and cheerful……

Kate: You don’t seem to have anything to be afraid of, but is there anything?

Victor: Afraid of…..huh.

Victor: ……Everyone at Crown.

Kate: Oh, maybe that’s why you’re “afraid of cake”? ***

Victor: "Afraid of cake"?

Kate: By telling people that you’re scared of what you like……

Kate: It's an oriental story where….. you can get what you like from someone who scared you.

Kate: Victor, I think you intentionally said you were scared because you love everyone in the Crown.

Victor: Hehe, that’s an interesting story.

Victor: It's true that I cherish and love everyone at Crown……but what I just said is true.

Victor: If the Crown follows its path to the end and conquers evil with evil…..

Victor: ……Someday I will be judged by them.

Kate: What…..?

Victor: …..I think there is such a possibility.

I didn't think Victor had any crimes that would warrant being judged by the Crown…..

I don't know everything about him, so I couldn't deny it.

Kate: Because you're afraid of being judged... Are you afraid of Crown?

(Like God announcing death, the Crown announces destruction to evil.)

(Victor may also fear Crown as a symbol of his own destruction.…)

Victor: ….It’s a little different.

Victor: If I'm guilty, I think I deserve to be judged. There’s no fear there.

Victor: Just…

Victor: I'm so happy now that I'm spending time with everyone...I'm sad and scared that it will end someday.

(Victor isn't afraid of being punished...he's sad that his days are coming to an end.)

(In that case….)

Kate: …. I don't know what crime you’re guilty of Victor.

Kate: That sin, if it can be atoned for in some way….I don’t know.

Victor: ….Yeah.

Kate: But ……I, too, want these days to continue!

Kate: So if I can help, please give me a shout.

Kate: I will always help you Victor, just as you always do!

Before I knew it, I told Victor that I wanted to help him, and he smiled kindly at me.

Victor: …..Thank you, Kate.

-Then I asked many other questions and finished the interview with Victor.

Kate: Hmmm ........ I wrote a lot, but….

Kate: Does Her Majesty the Queen really want this information .....?

There are some parts where Victor's way of thinking and personality are well written.

Even if Her Majesty the Queen were to read it, it would contain information that would be neither harmful nor helpful.

Victor: Of course, I’m very happy! I'll be sure to give it to Her Majesty the Queen later!

Victor's jewel-like eyes sparkled as he picked up my report and smiled.

Victor: ……Thank you for writing about me, Kate.

When I returned to Crown Castle after the interview, I met William.

In the color of the setting sun shining into the hall, his red eyes that never lose their edge find me, and they flicker happily.

William: …. It seems it took quite a while to submit the report today.

William: Did you have afternoon tea with Victor?

Kate: No, it seems that Her Majesty the Queen actually wanted information about Victor…..

Kate: I interviewed Victor and compiled it into a report.

William: Hmm? …..that’s an odd story.

Kate: What…?

William: Her Majesty the Queen knows Victor better than anyone. She wouldn’t say she doesn’t have enough information.

Kate: What…? Does that mean Victor lied? Why?

William: Regarding Victor's lie this time...Is there anything that concerns you?

Kate: Concerned about…..

FLASHBACK

Victor: ….. Thank you for writing about me, Kate.

What left a particularly strong impression on me was the happy look on Victor's face when he saw my report after the interview.

FLASHBACK ENDS

(Could it be….)

Kate: Victor lied…..

Kate: …..Because he wanted me to write about himself?

William didn't confirm or deny my guess, and smiled leisurely.

William: …..Our work must not be known to others.

William: Only those who walk under the light are etched into Britain's glorious history.

William: There's no need to complain about it. But….

William: Sometimes you may wish to carve it with your own hands and leave it behind.

William: -As Britain flourishes and shines brightly, there is a dark shadow that falls over it.

(Victor wants me to write it down…..?)

(….If so, he’d be happy.)

As a fairytale keeper, I can record Victor's steps and make him happy.

Thinking like that, I became even more motivated.

(Besides, I would like to continue to write about it.)

(…If I do that, I'm sure I'll be able to get closer to Victor.)

***Just a note about the "afraid of cake" scene and being linked to a story or tale in the East. I couldn't find anything myself and I'm 100% sure I translated this scene inaccurately. So, take it with a grain of salt.

[Master Lists]

[akabaka-dev]

Can I ask, what made you think of the "date to die for" thing.

I mean, what did you think when writing the story? (I love your games.)

So way back in 2021, SFL was first conceptualized as part of a game-jam style game collection (Dread X Collection 2), where the theme was adapting Lovecraftian lore. That version of the game you can play for free as Sucker for Love: Prelude on steam. After that iteration, our publisher signed Akabaka for a three game contract

The Sucker for Love story was loosely planned from the start as a 3 game narrative, with interconnected stories following different protagonists and their romantic encounters with the Outer Gods. The original plans were to first expand Sucker for Love: Prelude into a full, dating-sim game, with the protag, Darling, attempting to win a kiss from multiple detailed Eldritch ladies. Cthulu, the King in Yellow, and Nyarlathotep are 3 of the most recognizable lovecraftian gods with a lot of lore to pull from (along with Azathoth and the Black Goat of the Woods.) For SFL First Date, to keep the scope of the game smaller, Akabaka focused on just those three.

The second game was always planned to be a foil to the first game, where the player could go deep with a single Eldritch goddess instead of wide, so the player could get to spend a lot of time with their love interest. For SFL Date to Die For, the Black Goat of the Woods was a complex but interesting character to adapt from Lovecraft's writings. (That's a whole post on its own...) But for a series about "dating sexy versions of eldritch gods", the Black Goat of the Woods fit really well as a datable love interest, when stripped down to her core trait of being the all-mother with a powerful aura who drives everyone in her proximity to madness with desire.

Originally, the protagonist was planned to be a disaster lesbian, sort of a female version of Darling. But in the actual writing of the plot and dialouge, Aka kept hitting a major plot hole: if Rhok'zan has a powerful sex aura that make everyone go mad with lust, wouldn't Stardust basically get vaporized from her already next-level lust being magnified 1000 fold? The solution was surprisingly simple though- the only human who could survive Rhok'zan's aura even for a second would be an asexual person. (An aside: I think that's something really special about DTDF actually- Stardust truly is the only person that could have saved the day, BECAUSE of her asexuality- not in spite of it. Her asexuality is as central to her story as Darling's all-consuming lust is to his ☆)

Also as a foil to SFL First Date, the second game was planned from the start to have a heavier focus on the 'horror' aspect of the series, and a focus on cultists as a real, present danger. Main inspiration here was The Dunwich Horror, where the threat comes not from the Outer Gods, but from the rabid town of cultists who want all outsiders dead.

So with all of those aspects set, the rest of the narrative for Date to Die For came together from there :)

(As for the third game, the plot has been mostly set for a while, but yall will have to wait and see~)

[muiitoloko]

Had an idea for a Alan Rickman story, with a female character. A bit of a smutty idea. Him and a younger actress are preparing to film a very intimate scene with the help of an intimacy coordinator, but the coordinator is making things more difficult then they need to be. So after the day is wrapped, they both go back to the hotel and decide to practice the scene there together. Only it becomes more real then they planned.

if the idea is crap, feel free to scrap it.😀

Title: Rehearsal

Summary: Things take a different turn during rehearsal for her scene with Alan.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Actress! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Hey there! Thanks for sharing your idea! I actually think it's pretty intriguing! 😄 There's definitely some spicy potential there, especially with the added drama of the intimacy coordinator. I'm totally up for writing about it! Just a heads up though, in this fanfic, Alan will obviously be single—gotta keep it true to the storyline! 😅 Let's dive into this steamy adventure! 🌟

As you stood on set, rehearsing yet another intimate scene with Alan Rickman, the weight of nervousness settled heavily on your shoulders. Despite being a sought-after young actress in Hollywood, the prospect of filming such scenes still made your heart race with apprehension.

Alan's presence only added to your anxiety, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine as he delivered his lines with effortless charm. His hooked nose and piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, adding to the intensity of the moment.

But it wasn't Alan that was causing you the most stress today. No, it was the intimacy coordinator, whose constant meddling was making a challenging situation even more difficult than it needed to be. Their insistence on perfection, their nitpicking over every little detail, was starting to wear on your nerves, and you could see the frustration mirrored in Alan's eyes as well.

"Cut! That's not quite right, let's try it again from the top," the intimacy coordinator called out, their voice tinged with dissatisfaction.

You exchanged a weary glance with Alan, both of you silently acknowledging the absurdity of the situation. It was just a scene, after all, nothing more than a performance meant to entertain audiences. But the intimacy coordinator seemed determined to turn it into something far more complicated than it needed to be.

As you prepared to run through the scene once again, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at the intimacy coordinator's overbearing presence. Surely, there had to be a better way to approach these intimate scenes without subjecting you and Alan to such unnecessary stress and scrutiny.

But as you locked eyes with Alan, a silent understanding passed between you. No matter what challenges you faced, you were in this together, united in your determination to deliver a compelling performance despite the obstacles in your path.

With a shared nod of determination, you straightened up and turned away from Alan, returning to your mark to continue the rehearsal from the beginning. As you slipped into the role of Emily, your heart raced with anticipation, the script unfolding in your mind as you prepared to embody the character's emotions and desires.

As the intimacy coordinator gave the cue to continue the rehearsal, Alan pulled you close, his presence commanding and magnetic as he stepped into the role of Thomas. His baritone voice washed over you like a velvet caress, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine as he delivered his lines with effortless intensity.

"Emily," Alan's voice rumbled, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke his lines. "I can't deny what I feel for you any longer. I know it's wrong, but I can't help but want you, crave you, with every fiber of my being."

Your pulse quickened at Alan's words, your character's internal struggle mirroring your own as you tried to resist the overwhelming temptation he presented. "Thomas, please," you protested weakly, your voice trembling with desire. "You're my boyfriend's father. We can't do this."

But Alan's character, consumed by his own desires, refused to be swayed by your protests. With a hungry growl, he pulled you into his arms, his lips trailing kisses along your neck as he whispered words of passion and longing.

"I don't care about any of that," Alan's character declared, his voice thick with desire. "All I want is you, Emily. I want to feel you beneath me, surrendering to the pleasure only I can give you. Come to me, my darling, and let me show you the ecstasy that awaits us."

As Alan's lips found yours in a fierce kiss, you melted into him just as the script dictated. His touch ignited a fire within you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment as he pulls you into bed with him.

But before you could lose yourself completely in the passion of the scene, the intimacy coordinator interrupted once again, their voice cutting through the air with frustrating precision.

"Cut! That's not quite right," they declared, their tone laced with disappointment. "We need more passion, more intensity. I'm just not feeling it."

Alan broke away from the kiss with a frustrated groan, rolling away from you with a scowl marring his handsome features. "Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You sighed irritably, sitting on the edge of the bed as you exchanged a weary glance with Alan. This wasn't the first time the intimacy coordinator had interrupted the scene, and you were beginning to wonder if they would ever be satisfied.

Alan got up from the bed, his irritation evident in the set of his shoulders as he made his way over to the intimacy coordinator. "What's the problem now?" he demanded, his voice tinged with annoyance.

The intimacy coordinator sighed, running a hand through their hair in frustration. "It's just not working, Alan," they explained, their tone apologetic. "There's a lack of passion, a lack of chemistry between you and [Your Name]. We need to capture that raw intensity, that burning desire that drives your characters together."

Alan's expression darkened at the criticism, but he remained composed as he listened to the coordinator's feedback. After a moment of silence, he nodded in resignation. "Fine," he conceded, his voice tight with frustration. "We'll try it again tomorrow."

With that, the intimacy coordinator dismissed you both for the rest of the day, warning you that you would need to return to the set early tomorrow morning for one last rehearsal before recording the scene.

Alan sighed irritably as the coordinator walked away, his frustration evident in every line of his body. But as he turned to leave, you called out to him, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"Alan, wait," you said, your voice hesitant. "What if we... rehearsed the scene again, but this time at the hotel? Maybe if we had some privacy, we could really get into the characters and find that chemistry the coordinator is looking for."

Alan looked at you, his expression softening at your suggestion. He considered it for a moment before nodding in agreement. "That might not be a bad idea," he admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "We could use the extra practice before tomorrow."

You smiled in relief, grateful for Alan's willingness to go the extra mile to ensure the scene was a success. "Great," you said, your voice brightening with enthusiasm. "My hotel room is just down the hall. We can rehearse there if you don't mind."

Alan chuckled softly, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "I don't mind at all," he replied, his tone warm with affection. "Lead the way, [Your Name]. Let's make sure we nail this scene tomorrow."

As the taxi wound its way through the bustling streets of Rome, you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the city. The ancient architecture, the winding cobblestone streets, the vibrant colors of the bustling markets – it was a feast for the senses, and you found yourself itching to explore every corner of it.

Beside you, Alan sat in quiet contemplation, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. His baritone voice broke the silence as he spoke, his British accent lending a cultured elegance to his words.

"Quite a stunning city, isn't it?" he remarked, his tone thoughtful. "There's a certain timeless quality to Rome that I find quite captivating. It's as if every corner holds a piece of history, just waiting to be discovered."

You nodded in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Absolutely," you replied, your voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to take a stroll through the streets and soak in the atmosphere. There's so much to see and experience here."

As the conversation turned to your characters and the upcoming scene, you found yourself drawn into a lively discussion with Alan, his insights and observations adding depth to your understanding of the roles you were portraying. His passion for the craft of acting was evident in every word he spoke, and you couldn't help but feel inspired by his dedication to his craft.

Before you knew it, the taxi had arrived at the hotel, and Alan made a point of paying the driver before you could even reach for your wallet. You thanked him with a grateful smile, feeling a warm glow of appreciation for his thoughtful gesture.

As you made your way up to your floor, Alan paused outside his room, turning to face you with a sheepish smile. "I'll just leave a few things in my room before heading to yours," he explained, his tone casual. "I'll meet you there in a few minutes, alright?"

You nodded in understanding, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest at the thought of being alone with Alan in the privacy of your hotel room. "Sounds good," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "I'll see you in a bit."

With that, you watched as Alan disappeared into his room, his figure disappearing behind the closed door. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you made your way to the end of the hallway, your heart racing with anticipation for what was to come.

Once inside your hotel room, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, the excitement of the day still coursing through your veins. You couldn't believe you were about to rehearse an intimate scene with Alan Rickman of all people, and in the privacy of your own hotel room, no less.

As you paced nervously around the room, your mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions. What if you messed up the scene? What if you couldn't find the chemistry the intimacy coordinator was looking for? What if Alan thought you were a terrible actress?

But as you took a deep breath and reminded yourself to stay calm, you pushed aside your doubts and fears, focusing instead on the task at hand. You were a professional actress, after all, and you had worked hard to earn your place in the industry. You wouldn't let a little nervousness stand in the way of giving your best performance.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door, and your heart leaped into your throat as you realized that Alan had arrived. With trembling hands, you made your way to the door, your pulse racing with anticipation as you prepared to face him.

As you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Alan standing before you, his expression warm and welcoming. "Hello, [Your Name]," he greeted you, his voice soft with affection. "May I come in?"

You nodded eagerly, stepping aside to let him enter the room. "Of course," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you ushered him inside.

As Alan stepped into the room, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes swept over your surroundings, taking in every detail with a keen eye for observation. His hooked nose twitched in amusement as he spotted the plush armchair by the window, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"What a lovely room you have," he remarked, his tone genuine. "It's so cozy and inviting. And that view of the city is simply breathtaking."

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a surge of pride at the thought of sharing your temporary home with someone as distinguished as Alan Rickman. "Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with gratitude. "I'm glad you like it."

As you settled into the room, the two of you fell into an easy conversation, discussing your characters and the upcoming scene with a shared sense of excitement and anticipation. Alan's insights and observations were invaluable, and you found yourself hanging on his every word as he shared his thoughts on the characters' motivations and desires.

As you and Alan delved deeper into the characters' motivations and desires, you found yourselves growing more and more immersed in the world of Emily and Thomas. Alan's insights into Thomas's complex psyche were invaluable, and you couldn't help but admire his dedication to bringing the character to life.

But as the conversation turned to the intimate scene you were about to rehearse, a nervous flutter took root in the pit of your stomach. Despite your best efforts to remain composed, the prospect of acting out such a personal and vulnerable moment with Alan was enough to make your heart race with apprehension.

With a shared glance of determination, you and Alan finally decided to dive into the rehearsal, determined to give it your all. But as you began to act out the scene, a wave of awkwardness washed over you, the absence of the cameras, intimacy coordinator, and other people from the set leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Without the safety net of the set and its crew, the scene took on a whole new level of intimacy, almost as if it were real. As Alan leaned in to deliver Thomas's lines with his signature baritone voice, you couldn't help but feel a pang of desire stir deep within you, a feeling you quickly brushed aside in favor of focusing on the scene.

But as Alan continued to seduce you with his words and gestures, you found yourself getting lost in the intensity of the moment, your resistance crumbling under the weight of his passion.

"I don't care about any of that," Alan's voice rumbled, his tone thick with desire as he pulled you closer to him, "All I want is you, Emily. I want to feel you beneath me, surrendering to the pleasure only I can give you. Come to me, my darling, and let me show you the ecstasy that awaits us."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you melted against him, your fingers tangling in his shirt as you eagerly pulled him closer. With a gasp of desire, you surrendered to the overwhelming passion that burned between you, your body aflame with longing for him.

Alan's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands tracing every curve and contour of your body with a skill that left you trembling with desire. As he guided you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the lines between reality and fiction blurring into nothingness.

As you opened the buttons on Alan's shirt, your fingers trembling with anticipation, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. The script called for this moment, but the intensity of the scene, combined with the raw chemistry between you and Alan, left you feeling dizzy with desire.

Alan's lips trailed hot kisses along your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered words of passion and longing. But as you felt the warmth of his skin under your touch, you couldn't resist the temptation to deviate from the script, to indulge in the raw desire burning between you.

With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you allowed your hands to roam freely over Alan's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with a hunger that bordered on obsession. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room, and you found yourself lost in the sensation of him beneath your touch.

But as Alan stood up to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization of what you had done. Pushing his hands away, you stammered out an apology, your voice trembling with embarrassment as you tried to regain your composure.

"I-I'm sorry, Alan," you murmured, your gaze falling to the floor in shame. "I don't know what came over me. I got carried away, and I didn't mean to go off script like that."

Alan's expression softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, his eyes searching yours with a tenderness that took your breath away. "It's alright, love," he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. "I must admit, I quite enjoyed your improvisation. You're a natural, [Your Name]."

The warmth of his praise washed over you like a wave, easing the tension in your shoulders as you met his gaze with a hesitant smile. "Th-thank you, Alan," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I got caught up in the moment, I suppose."

Alan chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears as he pulled you into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. "We all get carried away sometimes, my dear," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing caress. "But I must say, I quite enjoyed where your improvisation took us."

As Alan's lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, you caught your breath at the sudden rush of desire that surged through you. His warm breath tickled your skin, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you entirely. With a soft gasp, you instinctively leaned into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating sensation he elicited with just a simple caress.

"Alan," you murmured his name, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heart. But before you could say anything more, Alan seemed to snap back to reality, cursing softly under his breath as he pulled away from you, his expression a mixture of frustration and apology.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice rough with emotion as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes clouded with self-reproach. "I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have..."

You watched him with a mixture of sympathy and concern, reaching out to gently touch his arm in a gesture of comfort. "It's okay, Alan," you reassured him, your voice soft and understanding. "We were both caught up in the moment. You were just improvising, like I did earlier."

Alan looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yes, you're right," he conceded, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I was improvising. I suppose I just got carried away."

You offered him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air between you. "We can start again if you want," you suggested, your voice gentle and encouraging. "Take a moment to collect yourself, and we can go through the scene again."

Alan nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself before meeting your gaze with a determined look. "Yes, let's do that," he agreed, his voice firm with resolve. "I won't let my... momentary lapse affect our performance. We're professionals, after all."

With that, the two of you launched back into the scene, picking up where you left off with renewed focus and determination. As Thomas continued to seduce Emily, his words laced with desire and longing, you found yourself drawn into the intensity of the moment, your resistance crumbling under the weight of his passion.

But this time, when Thomas leaned in to kiss Emily, the kiss was different. It was long, intense, filled with a raw desire that threatened to consume them both. As Alan pulled you closer, his lips claiming yours with a fierce urgency, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the lines between fiction and reality blurring into nothingness.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of the scene grew, fueled by the undeniable chemistry that burned between you.

But as the kiss finally broke, leaving you both breathless and wanting more, you reminded yourself that it was just improvisation, just a means to make the scene as real as possible for filming. And yet, deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you at the thought of what had just transpired between you and Alan.

As you caught your breath, you exchanged a knowing glance with Alan, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. In that moment, you both understood that what had just happened was more than just acting – it was a connection, a spark of passion that transcended the boundaries of the scene.

As Alan took a deep breath, his gaze searching yours with a mix of uncertainty and desire, you felt a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. The air crackled with tension between you.

But before you could utter a word, Alan's voice cut through the silence, his tone hesitant yet determined. "Do you... want me to leave?" he asked, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine as he awaited your answer.

You met his gaze with a steady look, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and longing. "No," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want you to leave, Alan. I want... this. I want you."

The admission hung between you like a weight, the air thick with anticipation as you waited for Alan's response. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he processed your words.

But then, with a sudden surge of determination, Alan stepped closer to you, his gaze locking onto yours with unwavering intensity. "Shit," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You want this... you want me?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze with unbridled longing. "Yes," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "I want this, Al. I want you."

Alan's eyes darkened with desire as he reached out to cup your face in his hands, his touch sending electric currents racing through your veins. "God, [Your Name]," he murmured, his voice husky with need. "I want you too. More than you can possibly imagine."

With that, Alan wasted no time in closing the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. It was like a dam had burst, releasing the pent-up desire that had been simmering between you since the moment you met.

His hands roamed over your body with a hunger that left you breathless, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you entirely. With each caress, each kiss, the intensity of your desire grew, until you were both lost in a whirlwind of passion and ecstasy.

As Alan pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours, you felt a surge of heat pooling between your legs, aching to be touched, to be claimed by him completely. His hands trailed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of you with a reverence that took your breath away.

"I've wanted this for so long," Alan confessed, his voice rough with emotion as he peppered kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "To feel you beneath me, to taste every inch of you, to lose myself in the depths of your desire."

You whimpered in response, your nails digging into his back as you pulled him closer, craving more of the intoxicating sensation he elicited with just a simple touch. "Yes, Al," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "I want you. I need you. Please, don't stop."

With a growl of desire, Alan lifted you into his arms, carrying you towards the bed with a fierce determination that left you weak with longing. As he laid you down on the soft mattress, he trailed kisses along your collarbone, his hands deftly removing your clothes with a hunger that left you trembling with anticipation.

And as you stood naked in front of him, Alan stopped to admire you, his gaze intense and focused as if you were a masterpiece hanging in a gallery. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment under his scrutiny, feeling like you were under a microscope, laid bare for his inspection.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness, knowing that this was the moment you had been waiting for, the culmination of the tension that had been building between you since the rehearsal began. And yet, as Alan's eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and contour with a hunger that left you breathless, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness.

After all, this was Alan Rickman, the legendary British actor whose performances you had admired for years. To have him look at you with such intensity, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world, was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

But as Alan questioned once again if you wanted him to leave, giving you one last chance to send him away, you found yourself shaking your head in denial, your voice barely above a whisper as you pleaded with him to stay.

"No, Alan," you murmured, your voice trembling with desire. "I don't want you to leave. I want you... I need you."

Alan's lips curled into a wicked grin at your words, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his larger, thicker body swallowing yours in a sea of desire. With a low chuckle, he trailed kisses down your collarbone, his lips teasingly close to the swell of your breasts, but never quite touching.

"You're sure about that, love?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "This is your last chance to change your mind. Once we start, there's no going back."

But you shook your head adamantly, the need for him burning hot and fierce in your veins. "I'm sure, Alan," you insisted, your voice thick with desire. "I want you. I need you. Please, don't make me wait any longer."

With a satisfied smile playing on his lips, Alan finally took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he suckled on it with a hunger that left you gasping for air. But he didn't stop there. Oh no, Alan's exploration of your body was just beginning.

As his lips worked their magic on your breast, his fingers trailed down your trembling form, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they traced the contours of your body with a feather-light touch. With a wicked grin, he teased your inner thighs, his touch tantalizingly close to your throbbing center but never quite reaching it.

You moaned his name, dragging out the syllables in a desperate plea for more, but Alan, ever the tease, denied you, reminding you in his husky baritone voice that you were still in character, that this was just a rehearsal. "Patience, my dear Emily," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "We mustn't break character, after all."

You whimpered in frustration, your nails digging into his back as you arched into his touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure he was capable of giving you. But Alan only chuckled in amusement, his fingers continuing their wicked dance along your trembling form as he prepared you for what was to come.

"You're so eager, my sweet Emily," he teased, his voice thick with desire. "But remember, we must maintain the illusion, mustn't we? I am Thomas, not Alan. And you, my dear, are my forbidden desire, the object of my relentless passion."

With a low growl of frustration, you nodded in understanding, your body thrumming with anticipation as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. "Yes, Thomas," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "Forgive me, I got carried away. But please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up with your desire."

Alan's lips curled into a wicked grin at your words, his eyes dark with desire as he finally relented, his fingers slipping between your slick folds with a hunger that left you trembling with need. With a soft gasp, you arched into his touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure he was capable of giving you.

But Alan only chuckled in amusement, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased you with a slow, torturous pace that left you begging for more. "So eager, my dear," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But patience is a virtue, is it not? We have all the time in the world to explore each other's desires."

You whimpered in frustration, your hips bucking against his hand as you sought more of the intoxicating pleasure he was capable of giving you. But Alan only chuckled in amusement, his fingers continuing their wicked dance along your trembling form as he teased you with the promise of ecstasy just out of reach.

With a low growl of frustration, you pleaded with him, your voice thick with desire. "Please, Thomas," you gasped, your body thrumming with need. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need you to fill me up, to make me yours completely."

Alan's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his resolve finally crumbling as he gave in to the overwhelming passion that burned between you. With a fierce growl, he shed his remaining clothes, his thick cock springing free from its confines as he positioned himself between your trembling thighs.

With a wicked grin, he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, his eyes locked with yours in a silent exchange of longing and desire. And then, with a low groan of pleasure, he surged forward, burying himself deep inside you with a single, powerful thrust.

You cried out in ecstasy as he filled you completely, his cock stretching you to the limit as he claimed you as his own. With each powerful thrust, he drove deeper into you, his pace relentless and unyielding as he rode you towards the edge of oblivion.

"Fuck, [Your Name]," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so damn good, baby. I swear, I could spend eternity buried deep inside you and never want for anything else."

You moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him desperately, craving more of the intense pleasure he was giving you. With each powerful thrust, he drove you closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to consume you both.

As you watched Alan lost in pleasure, you couldn't help but marvel at how utterly beautiful he looked in that moment. His eyes closed in ecstasy, his lips parted in a chorus of moans that sent shivers down your spine. God, his baritone voice, usually so controlled and precise, was now a symphony of pleasure, filling the room with a melody that echoed in your ears.

You couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that consumed you as you watched him, your own need for pleasure driving you to touch yourself in a desperate attempt to find release. With one hand teasing your breasts, rolling your hardened nipples between your fingers, and the other slipping between your slick folds, you sought to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body.

Alan's eyes fluttered open to catch you in the act, his gaze darkening with desire as he watched you pleasure yourself while he moved inside you. "Fuck, [Your Name]," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking hot, playing with yourself like that while I'm buried deep inside you."

His words sent a jolt of excitement coursing through you, only intensifying the pleasure building within you. With a wicked grin, you met his gaze head-on, relishing in the power you held over him in that moment.

"You like watching me, Alan?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction. "Does it turn you on, knowing that you're the one driving me wild with desire? Knowing that I can't get enough of you, even when you're buried deep inside me?"

Alan's breath hitched at your words, his hips stuttering momentarily in their rhythm as he struggled to maintain control. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking sexy, [Your Name]. I could watch you touch yourself all day, baby."

With renewed determination, you continued to pleasure yourself, your fingers working tirelessly to chase the elusive release that hovered just out of reach. Every stroke, every caress brought you closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume you entirely.

But just as you felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, Alan's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone rough with desperation. "Stop," he commanded, his voice thick with need. "I can't... I can't hold back much longer if you keep doing that."

You paused momentarily, torn between the desire to obey his command and the overwhelming need for release that pulsed through your veins. But as you looked into Alan's eyes, dark with desire and pleading with need, you knew that you had to do as he asked.

With a reluctant sigh, you removed your hand from your throbbing center, a whimper of frustration escaping your lips as you denied yourself the pleasure you so desperately craved. But as you watched Alan, his expression contorted in ecstasy, you knew that it was worth it, knowing that you were the one driving him to the brink of climax.

But as Alan's fingers replaced yours, you gasped in surprise at the sudden change, a moan escaping your lips as his thick digits began to work their magic on your sensitive clit. His touch was rough yet gentle, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body as he continued to move inside you with a relentless pace.

You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of pleasure crashing over you. With each stroke of his fingers, you felt yourself edging closer and closer to the precipice, the intensity of the sensation threatening to overwhelm your senses entirely.

But just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, Alan's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone commanding yet desperate. "Cum for me, [Your Name]," he ordered, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel you cum all over my dick, baby. I want to feel you tremble beneath me as you surrender to the pleasure only I can give you."

His words sent a surge of excitement coursing through you, your body responding eagerly to his command as you clung to him, desperate for release. With a primal growl of desire, you let yourself go, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you entirely.

As you came undone in his arms, waves of ecstasy washing over you in a tidal wave of pleasure, you cried out his name, your voice a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. Alan's fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit, driving you higher and higher towards the edge until you were teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, with one final thrust of his hips, Alan pushed you over the edge, sending you spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy. Your body convulsed with pleasure as you came apart in his arms, every nerve ending ablaze with the intensity of the sensation coursing through you.

"Fuck, yes," Alan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he felt you tremble beneath him. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Give me everything you've got."

As you rode out the waves of pleasure crashing over you, Alan continued to move inside you with a relentless pace, his own release looming ever closer on the horizon. But just as he felt himself on the brink of climax, he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer.

With a desperate groan of pleasure, Alan pulled out of you, his thick cock glistening with your combined juices as he stroked himself with a feverish urgency.

And as you watched Alan, mesmerized by the sight before you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. Here was Alan Rickman, the legendary actor and object of your fantasies, pleasuring himself with an urgency that left you breathless. It was like something out of a dream, and yet, here you were, living it.

With each stroke of his hand, Alan's expression twisted in pleasure, his baritone voice filling the room with a chorus of moans that sent shivers down your spine. His hooked nose twitched in arousal, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he neared the precipice of ecstasy.

And then, with a primal growl of pleasure, Alan finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensation coursing through him, his release painting the sheets in a sticky mess as he groaned in satisfaction. A few errant spurts landed on your thighs, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake as Alan collapsed next to you, his chest heaving with exertion.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight, the absurdity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. Here you were, lying naked in bed with Alan Rickman, after an impromptu rehearsal that had taken a decidedly unexpected turn. It was like something out of a cheesy romance novel, and yet, it was undeniably real.

"Well, that was certainly... unexpected," Alan remarked, his voice thick with amusement as he wiped a stray bead of sweat from his brow. "I must say, [Your Name], you certainly know how to keep things interesting."

You chuckled in response, feeling a surge of warmth spreading through your chest at his words. "I aim to please, Al," you replied, your voice laced with mischief. "But I must say, you're not too bad yourself. Who knew you had such hidden talents?"

Alan laughed, the sound rich and melodious as it filled the room. "Oh, I have many talents, my dear," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I must say, this is certainly a first for me. Rehearsing an intimate scene with a beautiful actress in a hotel room? It's like something out of a bad porno."

You couldn't help but laugh at the comparison, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you. "Well, we did get a few scenes wrong," you joked back, your voice thick with amusement. "I suppose we'll just have to rehearse them again. Maybe next time we'll get it right."

Alan chuckled in agreement, his laughter mingling with yours in a harmonious symphony of sound. "Yes, perhaps we should," he agreed, his voice warm with affection. "But for now, I think we deserve a little break. What do you say we order some room service and relax for a bit?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling a surge of contentment washing over you at the thought of spending more time with Alan. "That sounds perfect," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "I could use a little downtime after all that... rehearsal."

With a shared smile, the two of you settled back against the pillows, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. As you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that whatever the future held, you would always have this moment, this connection with Alan Rickman.

[uva124]

ASHA (MY AU)

Emmmmm how the hell do these types of blogs get started?

This post is just going to be me rambling on about what I want to do with Asha.

So let's get started?

INTRODUCTION: -As I said before I'm still developing this story (damn I don't even have an outline) but I wanted to start this rewrite (or plan it a little) because of something that really frustrates me about Wish, literally in a movie that commemorates 100 YEARS OF THE MOST IMPORTANT STUDY OF ANIMATION IN THE WORLD and the topic of art has not been given the importance it deserved, you know? It's like, yes, Asha shows her sketchbook in certain scenes, but then what? It literally seems like it's just for decoration, damn, Disney could have done the same thing as with the Miles Morales sketchbook in Spiderverse, but I'm already getting distracted from the topic, so one of my goals with this was to emphasize how important art can be , and not just the drawing, but all the forms that exist of it.

-So Asha is a little different from previous Disney princesses.

2. HISTORY:

CHILDHOOD: Yup! I'm joining the angst ship, I don't really blame anyone *cough* *cough* Flicker *cough* Bo *COUGH* *COUGH* ANNY *cough*, damn my allergies are getting worse. So Asha at this stage is quite cheerful and positive, basically like Rapunzel, Moana, Anna and this princess trope, however this takes place in the modern world (the movie would be set like in the princess and the frog movie only the world It's a little more modern) Asha discovers her passion for drawing, and as she grows up she wants to dedicate herself to that and is full of a lot of dedication and determination, but what would happen if we corrupted her dreams?

PUBERTY: “It's fine as a hobby…but it won't work Asha”, “Don't you like doing other more…useful things?”, “Come on, you have so much talent, are you really going to waste it on this?” , “Have fun without having a future” “Really this is more important than your other things Asha?” ,Yes, I am adding this, Asha wants to dedicate herself to animation, so Asha at first, like every Disney princess with character, ignores these types of comments, which came from anyone in general, some said it with good intentions and in a calmer mode and others in a more aggressive way (you know, being idiots), but when you receive this type of comments your entire life, it will somehow affect the protagonist, and it will only get worse *Insert evil laugh*

ADOLESCENCE: I didn't mention it but I plan to include Asha's family, or at least at the beginning, she was living with her parents Sakina and Tomas as in the official movie (I'm still debating whether to add Sabino or not), her father gets sick as in the original movie, so Sakina and Asha do their best to help him, then Asha has less and less time to concentrate on practicing drawing and in general her hobbies (I also want to emphasize that here Asha was doubting more and more about drawing as a professional way and started to despise her talent a little bit, not completely but that little seed had already been inserted in her head), her father was her biggest motivation, he was a dreamer like his daughter, her mother was more down to earth but equally supportive of her family, Tomas was always the first to see his daughter's drawings.

So continued the life of our protagonist, studying, working a little and drawing in the little time she had, and in those jobs she met Magnifico and Amaya, I'm still debating how I'm going to write them, but I'm sure I want them to do a scene with Asha that I'll explain later, for now let's continue.

One day Asha's father can't take it anymore and dies…….. all Asha could do was watch her mother running to her room because she really didn't want her daughter to see her in that state.

With that you're probably wondering, “Well, Asha can get a motivation to keep being a dreamer and pursue her dreams to follow her father's legacy rigth? “ Well actually………no, Asha in my Au unfortunately had already endured TOO many comments that referred to her dreams of being an entertainer or artist, even her mother had referred to it in a not so positive way (no, Sakina is a good mother, she's not perfect, but she cares like every mother about her daughter's future) , and without her major support in life, that…..eso ended up deciding that she would just give up on those dreams… or at least until a certain day.

CURRENTS: In the movie Asha is presented as a girl who studies a career that she does not like for the most part, but she says to herself “It's too late to redeem herself, there is no turning back, I just have to continue and everything will be fine, for me and my family”, she also works as an assistant to Magnifico and Amaya, during years of having met them she was getting closer little by little, in fact they knew the protagonist's family for some years but they had distanced themselves, they also “tried” to help with Tomas' illness, but as it was shown before that did not work out, now they gave Asha this job opportunity and she is not going to waste it, since she still has to help her mother.

Let's say that Asha doesn't draw much anymore, she still makes small sketches because, well, when you are really passionate about something you keep doing it despite the adversities, right? Even unconsciously (you're understanding what I'm trying to say, right? ), besides, it's not like she still deep inside has not stopped wanting to fulfill her dream, although she every time says that making drawings will not lead her to anything or just saying “it's a hobby that will not lead me to anything useful or important” is just to have a constant reminder that she might not make it, that it's not worth it, that no matter how much she loves to create and draw, it just doesn't make sense anymore.

Remember I told you about a scene between the villain duo and Asha? well this is what I have in mind:

Asha somehow or another is going to end up asking Magnifico and Amaya for help, which would lead to Asha maybe not working with them anymore or something so she can pursue a small glimmer of hope of fulfilling her dream of being an animator (as I say before, this post is just me rambling), the villain duo simply proceed to manipulate the poor girl by making snide and manipulative comments about her “insignificant goals” and her “wasted talent”, if Asha herself was already quite doubtful about these issues, this just makes her worse, she's lost, she doesn't know what to do, she's afraid of her future, she doesn't want to let her mother down, she doesn't want to end up being a disappointment (maybe I overdo angst, it doesn't matter, it's important for ✨character development✨).

Now a multiversal cosmic thing happens (that I'm still thinking about) but the point is that my Starboy (Haedus) and his 2 protégé/small brothers (Nembus and Naos) arrive, at first Asha is VERY SCARED AND CONFUSED, I mean, this is not possible right, she must be confused from crying so much - I mean this only happens in the movies and fantasy stories she saw as a child right?! (lmao)

At first she doesn't get along with Haedus, not at all, with the little ones at first she is a bit distant, but little by little she starts to develop a great appreciation for them, the little starlets (and then Haedus) throughout the story bring back to Asha that dreamy and positive side of her.

Also Asha is not the type of person who makes derogatory comments when it comes to the goals or dreams of other people and her friends despite having received them all her life, no, she is not that type of person, of course everything she has lived through makes her more sarcastic or pessimistic at times, but she doesn't want someone else to feel like her, she doesn't want anyone to go through what she went through, and this is only reinforced with the arrival of the stars.

I have to mention that Nembus and Naos make Asha remember how she was as a child: cheerful, positive, dreamer, and seeing how the antagonists want to hurt them, how that can destroy the hopes and illusions of the little stars, that just makes her more determined to defend the little ones at all costs.

“They still have dreams, and they can still fulfill them, that's why I won't let others destroy those dreams, not like me.”

3.PERSONALITY:

-Sarcastic -Negative to a certain extent -Empathetic -Indecisive -Calm -Organized

FINAL COMMENTS:

That's all I have for now, I hope I haven't bored you, as I said before, this is all just my rambling, I still don't have an outline or plan for this, anyway, I hope you had a good time reading this, see you next time!✨✨✨

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Shh! Pt. 2

Summary: The hangovers are very real for Dean and Y/N. Will they notice the artwork on the fridge?

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warnings: None. This second part is pretty much all fluff too.

Word Count: 2,693 (This part was a bit longer than the first. Sorry!)

A/C: Okay, so the first part of Shh! was actually just supposed to be a one shot, fic request. But I got a fair few requests for a sequel about the morning after, and I wanted to know what happened too. So, here it is. Lol! I had a lot of fun writing the two parts to this little story. Hope you have fun reading them. ❤️

It was requested that I tag @arcannaa if I made a second part. So, here ya go, lovely. Let me know if you'd like to be added to one of the tag lists linked below. ❤️

Part 1 is here || Main Master List || Tag Lists

The Next Morning:

Dean's groan was deep and long and ended in one word. “Fuck.”

“Shh…” Y/N held her head in her hands as she sat up. “Why are you so loud?” She asked, and her voice sounded as dry and cracked as the Sahara. 

“No, you're so loud.” Was Dean's witty rejoinder as he sat up beside her.

They both turned their heads to look at each other and groaned again. Y/N looked around the room and her brow creased with confusion.

“Why am I here?”

Dean grunted. “I'm a little too hungover for an existential crisis.”

Y/N pursed her lips, side eyeing him. “No, idiot. I mean why am I here in your bed? Why aren't I in my own bed?”

Dean rubbed his hand down his face. “Well, your bed is about 2 hours away, which probably explains the sleepover.”

Y/N hummed her agreement and pointed at him, conceding the point. “Yeah, I guess neither of us was in the best shape to drive.” She paused and then scowled. “We didn't, right? I mean, we didn’t drive home.”

She squinted at Dean who was shaking his head. “Nooo…” His tone said that was impossible, but then he tilted his head. “Right? There’s no way we would have been that stupid.”

Y/N shook her head and then stopped when the room started spinning. She rubbed her temples with her fingertips. “No, we must have taken a cab. We must have.”

It was silent while both of them tried desperately to remember something from the night before.

Dean sat up straight. “Rainbow Connection!” He said suddenly.

Y/N turned to look at him again and one eye brow was raised. “Are you stroking out?”

Dean waved at her. “No, the cab. I remember we took a cab cause I remember being in it and singing ‘Rainbow Connection’.”  He closed his eyes. “I really don’t remember why though.”

Y/N gasped softly, remembering something. “Rambeau.” 

Dean opened his eyes to look at her and his expression was all confusion. “Uh…Rocky II. We just naming Stallone movies?”

Y/N made a sound of disgust. “No, B - E - A - U, Rambeau, not Rambo.” When Dean still just stared at her blankly, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “It was the driver’s name, remember. But you thought he -”

“ - said Rainbow!” Dean finished, snapping his fingers. “Right! That’s when we started singing it.” He nodded, happy with their mental sleuthing, and then he shook his head.

“Man, I hope we gave him a big tip.”

Y/N chuckled and then took a big breath. “K, I need coffee, stat. Like a vat of coffee, like, this is a  hook-it-to-my-veins kinda situation.”

Dean grunted his agreement and they both pushed themselves up from the bed with a painful groan. Dean grabbed Y/N’s wrist as they were leaving the room. “Wait, do you remember…did we talk to Sam last night?”

Y/N just shrugged. “Dude, I have no idea.”

“Huh…I feel like we did.” Dean said quietly as he padded towards the kitchen with Y/N trailing just behind him.

When they got to the kitchen Y/N collapsed onto one of the seats at the table and cradled her head in her hands.

Dean walked to the coffee maker and his face lit up. 

“Oh, thank god for a little brother who gets up at the butt crack of dawn to go running to nowhere in particular. He made the coffee already!” He grabbed two cups and brought them and the pot to the table. 

Y/N inhaled deeply, pulling the aroma of the coffee into her lungs. “Do you have cream?”

Dean made a face. “Cream? God no; this is a black coffee household, Y/N. You should know this.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, of course. Only manly black coffee for the Winchesters. How foolish of me.”

Dean shot her a grin and nodded in the direction of the fridge. “Might be some milk in the fridge.”

Y/N groaned again as she dragged herself up and stumbled blindly towards the fridge. She looked back at Dean as she pulled open the door. “I swear to God it feels like my muscles are about two minutes away from seizing up all together.”

Dean chuckled as Y/N looked into the fridge and shook her head. “There is nothing resembling milk in this fridge.”

“In the back?”

“Dean, there is no ‘back’ to this fridge. You’ve got three beers and leftover pizza that’s harder than the cardboard box it’s in.” She said as she peered inside. As Dean began rummaging around at the coffee station, she picked up a piece of the pizza and banged the crust against the box.

“That’s just sad.” She muttered.

“Score!” Dean called out just as Y/N closed the fridge door. “Found something called Coffee Whitener! Not CoffeeMate, it’s literally just called coffee whitener.”

“Uh…Dean?”

Dean’s face fell into a frown. “Actually, I don’t know how old this is.”

“Dean.”

“Might be from the fifties.” Dean mumbled. “Cause for the life of me I can’t remember Sam or I ever buying -”

“Dean!” Y/N yelled.

Dean grimaced as her shout made his head pound. “What? Jesus, why are you yelling?”

Y/N was pointing at the fridge door. “What the fuck is this?”

Dean set down the coffee whitener and walked over. “What the fuck is what?”

Y/N just kept pointing as Dean came up beside her to see two wrinkled up pieces of paper stuck to the fridge.

As he read the words he felt his heart clench. He read both letters twice.

He looked at Y/N slowly and couldn’t read what her expression was saying. He shook his head. “I - I mean, I dunno. Where did they come from?”

Y/N shrugged. “I don't know, but that’s my handwriting and…that’s yours. Do you…I mean, do you remember writing them?”

Dean shook his head. “No. I don’t remember. But, I mean…it must have…I mean, it had to be some kind of joke, right? Like we were messing around? Just some kind of drunken joke?”

Y/N was looking away from him, but he shrugged again. “I mean, don’t you think?”

She nodded and her face was scrunched up when she looked at him. “Had to be, right?”

He felt his heart plummet even as he nodded. “Right?”

“Yeah, we were just being stupid, fucking around.” She concluded quietly.

He nodded again. “Yeah.”

They were quiet for a minute before Y/N pointed towards the table. “So, did you say something about 1950’s coffee whitener?”

Dean forced a chuckle. “Yeah, come try it out, if you dare.”

They sat at the table and Dean poured them both coffee. In the end, Y/N just took a bit of sugar in hers, not willing to be a guinea pig for the decades old, mostly chemicals coffee whitener. 

Silence reigned between them, neither of them able to push aside the words in the letters. Finally, Y/N couldn’t take the awkwardness and, pushing her coffee cup aside, she stood up.

“I should probably get going. I gotta shower and change and, you know, try to feel like a human again.” She said with a stilted laugh.

Dean nodded. “Yeah for sure. I’ll drive you.”

Y/N waved him down as he started to stand. “No, no. Don’t worry about it. I’ll just take the bus. There’s one that comes at 11:00. I’ve taken it before.”

Dean frowned. “Why the hell would you take the bus when I can just drive you.”

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ears nervously. She knew she wouldn't survive a two hour car ride, sitting so close to him but knowing she was never going to get any closer.

...it had to be some kind of joke, right? Dean's dismissive voice echoed in her mind.

So, she shook her head at him. “No, it’s okay. This way you can just rest and feel better. I like the bus. You know, I just put my music on and chill the whole way.”

“Right.” Dean said sardonically, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice. “Cause you know, if I drove you, we’d definitely be listening to an audio book about the sixteenth century Christian Reformation. No music in my car.”

Y/N laughed nervously. “No, I know…but…”

Dean just nodded again. “Yeah, okay. Well, have a good two hour bus ride, I guess.”

Y/N smiled. “I will. I’ll uh…I’ll call you.”

“M’kay.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “See ya.” She said with another plastered-on-smile as she left the kitchen.

“Yeah, see ya.” Dean answered quietly.

About an hour later Dean was still sitting at the kitchen table nursing an ice cold black coffee when he heard the bunker door slam. A minute later Sam walked into the kitchen in his running clothes, sweating and still breathing deeply. 

He went to the sink to fill up his water bottle as he looked back at Dean with a smirk. “You look ill.” Dean just grunted and Sam chuckled as he took a sip of water. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked.

“Went home.” Dean answered shortly.

Sam frowned looking towards the fridge where the letters still hung.  “Didn’t you guys see the letters?”

Dean’s head came up quickly and he stared at Sam. “What do you mean? Why do you know about them?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Who the hell do you think hung them up there?”

Dean shook his head, anger in his expression. “Why the fuck would you do something like that? Y/N saw them and freaked.”

“What?”

“I’m telling you. She saw what I wrote and couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Wouldn’t even take a ride home.” Dean said sullenly.

Sam set his water bottle down on the island, hard. “Oh my god!” He growled. “I might actually strangle you both.” When Dean just continued to frown at him, Sam shook his head. “Didn’t you each read the other’s letter? You guys wrote essentially the same thing to each other. Because you’re both so into each other. Jesus Christ.”

He pushed two hands through his damp hair. “I figured once you both saw it written out right in front of you, you’d realize that you’re both a couple of dumbasses!”

Dean shook his head. “No, she didn’t mean what she wrote. She thought it was some kind of drunken joke.”

Sam scowled. “She told you it was just a joke? She remembered writing her letter?”

“No, but I asked if she thought it was a joke and she said yeah, it had to be. Had to be because she has no interest in me like that.”

“Did she actually say that?” Sam asked, speaking over the end of Dean’s sentence, “Or did she just go along with you when you suggested it was a joke, because that’s what she thought you thought?” 

When Dean didn’t answer Sam growled again in frustration. “For fuck’s sake this is ridiculous. I’m just gonna spell it out for you.” He walked over to stand in front of Dean at the table. “Y/N is madly in love with you.”

Dean scoffed, but Sam sliced his hand through the air. “No, shut up. She is in love with you and you are in love with her, and if you asked one single other person who knows you both, they’ll tell you the exact same thing. Because it is glaringly, abundantly, stupidly obvious, you dumbass. Now go find her at the station, tell her the truth and watch how quickly she tells you she feels the same.”

Dean was frowning. “That's not gonna happen.” But he could feel a spark of hope at his brother’s certainty.

Sam just glared. 

He threw up his hands. “Okay, I’ll go.” He stood up and walked towards the door, stopping on the top step to look back at Sam. “But when she rips my heart out and I lose my best friend, you’re gonna be the one who has to deal with me.”

Sam rolled his eyes and pointed. “Go.”

All the way to the bus station, Dean was running through scenarios in his mind. As he parked outside, his watch said 10:50; was she already gonna be on the bus? Would it be like one of those horrible romcom things, where he had to chase her down through the crowd and then confess his love on a bus full of people. And if he did that, was Sam right? Would she love him back, or was it going to end up as - less funny romcom, more tragic farce? 

He had the scenario half imagined in his head, but when he walked through the doors he was reminded that the Lebanon bus station was actually quite small so, no running from terminal to terminal looking for her. There were only two bus stalls outside to begin with, but also, she was sitting calmly on a bench just across from the door.

He walked towards her and her eyes got wide.

Fuck, I can’t do this. Why the fuck am I doing this? Dean thought over and over.

He stopped in front of her and she looked up at him, her face puzzled. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

He jammed his hands into his jacket pockets and rocked up on to the balls of his feet; he shrugged. “I don’t know, I just thought…I really wanna give you a ride home.”

Y/N frowned and lifted a hand towards the small ticket office. “I already bought my ticket.”

“Well, get a refund.”

“Why do you want to drive me home so badly?” Y/N asked loudly, frustration tinting her words.

“Why don’t you want me to?” Dean answered even louder.

Y/N let out a huff of air. “I don’t want you to not…I don’t not want…I want not t -” She broke off with a cry of frustration. “Ugh!!”

She looked up at him and her gaze was confused and questioning. “Dean, what is going on here?”

Dean shuffled from foot to foot for a minute, until Y/N started to speak again and he cut her off.

“The letter was true.”

He spoke quietly and he wondered if she’d heard him. He wasn’t sure he’d have the courage to say it again; as it was, he was staring at the ground, his stomach in knots.

“What?”

He shook his head and finally just decided it was all or nothing.

“My letter. What I wrote. It was true. I mean, it was drunken idiocy, but…” He raised his head and looked at her. “It was true.”

“Really?” 

He wasn’t sure, but he thought he caught relief in her voice, so he smiled at her and gave a resigned nod. 

“Yep. You are my good day.” He said, paraphrasing his letter. “I want kisses from you.” He paused a beat. “And also sex.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Sorry.”

Y/N’s smile was bright and beautiful as she leapt up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank god.” She bit her bottom lip and then quoted her letter. “I hope you will kiss me. All the time.”

Dean felt like his chest might actually burst from happiness as he grasped her waist and pulled her close. 

“I can do that.”

He pulled her tight against him, capturing her lips in a kiss that he’d waited for for a very long time. 

Y/N felt lightheaded with joy and with the headiness of Dean’s kiss. His lips were soft and searching as they pressed tightly to hers, and she opened to him immediately, reveling in the deep groan that tumbled out of him as he sank his tongue deep into her mouth. 

They clung to each other, endlessly kissing, sharing breath and stealing each other's moans. Neither of them were one hundred percent sure they weren’t just in a very vivid dream, but both of them were determined that if it was a dream, they didn’t want to wake up. 

The loudspeaker came on announcing that Y/N’s bus was boarding, but neither of them heard it, and neither of them cared. The ticket agent who’d sold her the ticket called out to her.

“Miss, your bus is leav-”

But her coworker interrupted her. “Shh! Are you crazy? Do you see the man kissing her? Trust me she does NOT want to be disturbed.”

She wasn't wrong.

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I was so impressed with your toe-to-toe comment on the French philosophy anon. So happy to have found you, omg! I heard Taylor called her ttpd set as the "female rage musical." I take it she knows the impact of the song Labour by Paris Paloma which has been dubbed as the female rage anthem. So naturally, here is the 34 year old culture vulture, can't-have-any-ideas-of-her-own that is Taylor Swift hopping there wanting to get the attention away from it when that song is quite phenomenal. One song compared to her 31 diss tracks that's nothing to me, at least, but the excessive sentimentality of an infantile woman in her 30s. It's gross the confessions she's put on that album. And even her own fans are comparing her to Olivia Rodrigo. That's she's copying everything about her - song, outfits, the "female rage" theme just to mock her. Somehow, Swift thinks it would do her a world of good. People are catching on to her antics which are absolutely disgusting, btw. I'm hoping one day you write about all these completely ridiculous gross things she's done using her own lyrics. You know what I mean? I hope someone write about her nasty lyrics and that it completely destroys her.

Thank you ha, I'm glad you found something meaningful in that post. I will not lie, that Anon actually hurt my feelings for a second (I got over it by writing my response), but I was upset at being so misunderstood. I'm not out here levying unreasonable criticism at Taylor Swift. All will be based on reality, or interpretation of her own lyrics.  I’m defs out to get her though- in the most legitimate way possible- and maybe someday I will publish for real on her. I have a couple of criticisms that I will not be putting on my blog- because I want to say it on a bigger platform. : )  

I do see a lot of harmful things in her music that I have been resisting the urge to write about for YEARS! Even back in 2009, listening to "Love Story" I remember thinking to myself, oh this is nothing like what Shakespeare meant and it's also a weird appeal to the patriarchy through the "I talked to your Dad/ Go Pick out a white dress." It's so clear that she's just reduplicating mainstream attitudes on romantic relationships by using Christian Conservative social standards of needing the father's permission to ask the girl's hand in marriage. She obviously wanted to attract the Christian- Conservative fan- base with that song, and that's exactly what happened. Her marketing is tied to the phrases she places inside her songs in a way that is extremely calculating. She, Afterall, learned from the best at attracting mainstream, Christian, conservative fans, Toby Keith (hate that fascist, white nationalist freak). (WHoops, that was mean- oh well, he’s dead anyway). (and if he wanted me to be nice- he shouldn't have been a fascist).  

It's so obvious, and I really figured everyone else was also aware of the ways in which Swift interpolates patriarchal standards in her music. I have many more examples- I could write a whole essay on it.  

Apparently, everyone thought she was a feminist? Bro, she became a "feminist" if only to evade criticism and capitalize on mainstream pop-feminist trends. She's not a real feminist. Her use of “feminism” to evade critique ties directly into her other marketing strategy of telling the world “I’m so innocent and young” all the time. 

Also, her co-opting of the phrase Female Rage has made me angry, exceptionally angry. I saw that she's trying to trademark the phrase. I am incensed. I will post about it soon. 

I wish Swift would stop co-opting legitimate terms and pulling only the most shallow- self-centered conception of the term out to use in her mediocre music. She’s like if Pinterest was a person- and I’m tired of it.  

Paris Paloma’s “Labour” is amazing, because guess what- it actually speaks about the experience of women under patriarchal standards in a way that respects the seriousness of the topic. I absolutely believe that Swift saw how viral that song went and decided she needed to cash in on that too.  

And she is totally copying Olivia Rodrigo. Can you imagine being 34 and trying to act 20? I would die of embarrassment. But it's so obvious that it's getting weird.

I have much more to say on this topic- sincerely I could write a book on the conceptual point of “Female Rage” in media. I have thousands of examples, and I’ve been studying this stuff for years. I will, however, ramble on no longer. Thank you for your kind words- and I hope you enjoy my upcoming writings.

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So, i made a recent post about some issues i have with Mabel Pines' character writing in the main Gravity Falls series like how her characters flaws don't get addressed properly and they can be potrayed as something acceptable.

A mutual of mine, @amazingrich101 , told me to check out the graphic novel Gravity Falls Lost Legends since one of the stories (Don't dimension it) acts as a follow up for the Weirdmageddon and it starts Mabel as main character.

And I'm very surprised i haven't seen more people bringing up this story when it comes to Mabel's character because it addresses quite a lot of things the main series brushed off about her character and problems people have with her characterization. Because of this, i would like to do a semi-analysis about this story myself and talk about the things that explores about Mabel's character and the development she gets.

So ¨Don't Dimension It¨ starts with a semi recap of what happened post Weirdmageddon: There are dimension-rifts as consequence of Bill taking over Gravity Falls, the protagonists are going around trying to fix these rifts. In a moment Mabel pulls up Waddles from her bag, partially ignoring how Stanford said these rifts are dangerous and Dipper tells this to Mabel:

Dipper saying this of all other characters is important, since Mabel has the habit of taking advantage of Dipper quite a lot in the series and he more often than not finds himself in situations he has to go with Mabel wants to do regardless of how he feels about it.

So we have the story bringing up from near the start that Mabel can be very self-centered in occasions and ignore the potential danger in serious situations, like Dipper points out. That's a good start.

Mabel accidentally falls into one of these dimensions rifts and ends ups in a dimension that is full of different versions of Mabels that got lost and ended up in that place. One of the Mabels tells protagonist Mabel that Brain Mabel has been trying to build a spaceship to escape but she got bored and got herself distracted with stickers.

Prot Mabel tries asking for help but the rest of the Mabels don't take the situation seriously, ignore her or do their own thing, not caring about taking priority in escaping.

I think these are more extreme versions of prot Mabel but one thing that prot Mabel realizes is how irritating it is to be ignored by well... versions of herself. She wants to espace this dimension, the issue is that other Mabels are too ¨busy¨ doing their own thing that they don't care about helping.

Mabel eventually finds one Mabel that actually is helpful, lets call her ¨Mabel 2¨ for the moment. Mabel tells Mabel 2 how irritating the rest of the Mabels are and the two work together to send a signal for Stanford and Stan to pick them up from the dimension.

When the ship shows up to pick them up, Mabel 2 betrays Mabel and traps her inside a bathroom. She reveals herself to be ¨Anti-Mabel¨, the most evil Mabel in the multiverse.

....I think this writing choice for to have just ¨Mabel but bad¨ without further exploration is pretty shallow but, meh, i want to focus on Mabel's character, not the antagonist.

So prot Mabel manages to escape from the bathroom she was trapped in while Anti-Mabel takes her place in the ship. Mabel asks for help to the other Mabels again, only to be ignored... and that makes her reach her own limit.

She finds herself repeating almost the same things that Dipper told her at the start of the story and she finally realizes how self-centered she can be to others and not see when something is a bigger priority. She tells to herself that ¨i need to work on myself¨, meaning she admits she has some growing to do as person.

She tries asking for help again, which leads her to admit how she messed up by being selfish in ¨Dipper and Mabel vs The Future¨. She talks about how she negleted those around her for being so absorbed in what she wanted to do that she didn't pay enough attention how this could bother people around her. She promises that she is going to try to be a better person from now on and work on to be more caring of other people.

This is very crucial for Mabel's development because, while she learned that changing is part of growing up in Weirdmageddon, her habit of making things about herself, coming off as too self-absorbed and making people do the things she wants without considering much what others want wasn't properly addressed. And this can become a toxic trait of hers, like ignoring things that are a bigger priority and taking advantage of her friends and family.

Mabel isn't a demon because she can be very selfish at times, she is a just 13 year old teenager. However, it still an important lesson she needs to learn to mature as a person over time. This is why in this story having her confronting these problems that she has was good for her character to have.

She manages to escape along with the rest of the Mabels helping her, they stop anti-Mabel and defeat her. Mabel goes back to Gravity Falls with Stanford and Stan while the rest of the Mabels use the ship to find their way back their own homes.

When Dipper asks to Mabel how was her trip in the multiverse, she has this to say.

She apologizes to Dipper for being selfish during this summer and that must have been a lot for Dipper to deal with. Dipper makes a joke about it, implying that he accepts Mabel's apology and forgives her for her behaviour.

It isn't super big but is still really good having Mabel apologize to Dipper for how she would treat him in certain episodes. I have talked about how their dynamic could come off as toxic in certain occasions because Dipper had to do what Mabel wanted and his feelings weren't always taking into consideration. So Mabel apologizing feels proper for the situation.

I have some issues with this story (Anti-Mabel just... being a not interesting antagonist, for some reason having a meta commentary about how Stanford and Stan aren't the best caretakers which is fine but i don't think it suits Gravity Falls imo). However i do appreciate the development that Mabel gets in it, bringing up her character flaws and her realizing that she messed up in some ways, telling to herself that she needs to work on that.

It definitely leaves Mabel in a way better place than the main series did, by her recognizing she has to change her selfish tendencies and acknowledging her mistakes, a lot healthier than just waiting for others to comform to do what she always wants. Her relationship with Dipper is a better place too, apologizing for the way she would sometimes treat him during the summer. It doesn't fix *every* problem with Mabel's character writing in the series but does solve some main issues and it does leave a better conclusion to Mabel's character arc overall.

[writerfae]

Okay! Here's the promised ask! (Idk if I'll get to everyone's parents, so sorry for everyone who gets left out)

Now, I don't know if you meant writing for them before they had kids, so this will probably be a mix

Starting off with Ranva and Milan, of course! (Their's will probably be the longest because... yeah)

Milan seeing Ranva for the first time and he's jaw drops, because look at her!

I think hearing about the time when Milan helps Ranva get away from the fae realm would be really interesting (plus baby Henry 🥺)

Ranva having the exact opposite problem of Henry, as in he had to adjust to the fae realm and her to the human realm (the parallels of these two kill me every day)

I'm actually really interested in the time before Aiden was born (as in they're already in the human realm, but he's not born yet), because we never hear about it

(or rarely)

Fenna and Cyrus

Ngl I keep thinking about modern au them, because cute baker Fenna is top tear!

Also, that thing you mentioned about Fenna holding Cyrus after their son died

Also, them just bickering 🥺

Hela's parents

I don't think I know a lot about her dad (or if I do, I forgot again)

And her mom looking for her, and her being mischievous is adorable ❤️

Now... I know very, very little about Maya's mom... so... sorry❤️

And meanwhile I want to come up with something fluffly for my guys but I've got nothing...

But listen 👏 (I think I made a post like this actually, but I was listening to the song again, so:)

Bendegúz: The soldier

Ákos: The poet

Endre: The king

Adél: The one who's singing

(Yes, I love going on rants about songs and my ocs. When I go on a rant about an Odette song that will be... well, you know what she's like🤣 there'll be emotions( but her playlist is one of the best)

Also, can you imagine Endre holding up Ákos to your ocs lion king style 🤣

Thanks, that’s so nice of you ^^

My initial thought was to write fluff for them as couples (with no kids) but since I have no actual plans for this god knows when I’ll even get around to do this I’m open for everything!

Milan was completely star struck when he met Ranva. Ranva’s sister noticed it first and told her. They were both giggling like crazy stealing glances at him stealing glances at Ranva xD and at one point he gathered his courage and really formally introduced himself, with hand-kiss and all.

To be honest, Ranva’s sister, her teacher and her maid were the ones who had the most part in arranging her and Milan’s “escape”. More interesting is probably the time before that (their secret meetings, Ranva telling Milan about Henry and about wanting to leave with them) and after (Milan helping her adjust, helping her with Henry, refusing to hunt for people who talked bad about his wife).

The way Henry’s story is mirroring his mother’s (but reverse) is one of my favorite things about the two. Also how different yet similar their way of freedom looks like!

When Aiden was born, Ranva already spent six years in the human realm. In the time till his birth a lot of her adjusting and dealing with missing home happened. Her learning some customs she had to adopt. Her making friends with Holly. Her, Milan and Henry being a happy little family despite some sullen grumbles from other villagers.

I wouldn’t really know what to tell you about it though, if you don’t have specific questions…

Fenna is already adorable, but baker Fenna from the modern au is even more so! Her and young Cyrus meeting in France is so cute too. I like thinking about younger them lately, even in canon. Not that they’d play any role significant enough for me to think about them, but I do and I adore them xD

The thing is that Fenna loves Cyrus. She remembers the man he used to be and she still sees that man in him, deep down. She’s hoping to one day get him back out. He might never be the same like he was before they lost Thorin, but she holds on to him because she knows deep down he’s still a good man. Flawed, but good. And she loves and believes in him still, though she doesn’t approve of the way he handles his relationship to their kids.

Halea’s parents’ names are Arian and Sofia. They are actually least developed, so I can’t tell you much about them. Except for that Sofia is originally from the Oak court, where her mother was one of the queen’s ladies. And Arian is head of the House of Hummingbirds, who married her and took her to the Willow court with him.

It’s funny how you know little about Maya’s mother, yet she’s the first parent beside Milan and Ranva that actually got a backstory xD

Gwen is a witch. She and her family before her, like many witches, were follower of the old ways. Which is what you call people in the human world that still believe in the old religion (the goddesses, the existence of fae and magic…) and follow old customs.

She grew up living with her grandmother and mother in their little cottage by the forest. She learned the old ways and her craft from them. Now she couldn’t do real magic, since humans are incapable of it, but she knew old rituals and little “spells” and knew how to make potions and (lucky) charms and she knew lots about herbs.

She and Maya lived from what Gwen sold on the big market in their hometown. Things like wool, eggs and goat milk and woven baskets. Dried herbs, balms and medicine. But also charms, potions and other stuff for the more “superstitious” people. Ranva was one of her customers, too.

Gwen was never interested in marriage. But she did want a child. Which is why she wished for Maya!

Oh yeah I remember you mentioning that! I think it fits your characters very well (both the song and the positions you applied to them like who’s the king and who’s the poet…)

Music can be a very good way to get close to our characters! I like doing that a lot too!

[mdhwrites]

I’m honest to god baffled that fantasy shows like Steven Universe, Amphibia, Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, and Gravity Falls have an abundance of memorable human characters with memorable locations that make you want to live in that human community while The Owl House BARELY has any of that.

Camila, Jacob, and Masha are probably the only human side characters that are memorable and have a impact on the story, and Gravesfield is too forgettable and full of not so good people (which even then is questionable considering Luz’s antics) that it makes it hard to want to live there.

It’s almost as if TOH is desperate to want people to want to live in the demon realm and forget about appreciating Earth and being human, which ends up making it even more immature compared to other shows that at least TRY to express how important it is to appreciate your human side and it makes the main human characters much more likable cause they know being human is just as important.

If Luz doesn’t bother to appreciate her human world more, why should I care about her?

This isn't a bug; It's a feature.

(Before I begin, just as a reminder: Fuck JK Rowling. I hate how much I have to praise Harry Potter for this.)

There is a LOT to say about TOH wanting to be the Harry Potter for a new generation. The concept that all of humanity is worthless so you should escape into our other side of reality is a big thing there too. Part of why Harry Potter, and ESPECIALLY Hogwarts, means so much to people that they literally can't give it up is because of the escapist fantasy involved with it. The story made one believe anyone could be whisked away to a fantasy realm where they were important. Where they could face the bullies and win. Where they could be so much more than reality made them feel.

The Isles is pretty clearly meant to feel similar. It's the ONLY explanation for why Belos' tyranny isn't actually present besides to make being an apprentice to Eda even cooler than it normally would be. The Coven System could be inspired by a lot of things, like D&D, but it's hard to deny that Harry Potter is the easiest example, especially with The First Day reinforcing that even the school is divided up by these covens. There is ZERO bigotry, of literally any sort, even magical preference, because that would make the Isles unappealing. It wouldn't be somewhere anyone would want to escape to because the world would be too much like our own.

This is further reinforced by how Harry Potter has the Dursleys while TOH has just implied repression of Luz... Except that it DOES have more, doesn't it?

This is part of why I think TOH fails in this regard. Why we don't see a lot of TOH OCs, or Hexside OCs, minus future kids which is just mashing the canon characters together. It's too insincere and too modern a work in order to actually be the escapist fiction it wants to be. Again: There are MAJOR storytelling concessions to make it more attractive as escapist fiction but it won't commit.

This is why we have Camila as our main representative of humanity. The 'trope' is to make her awful. The worst person imaginable. The Dursleys fit that after all. But modern writing trends are too self aware for that sort of thing. They need to try and twist tropes to look clever (I would date the start of this somewhere around Frozen) or else they look silly and are to be thrown away. So instead of the evil home life to run away from like in Harry Potter, where that gives Harry permission to only care about the new world he's entering, even if it's just a secret society, we instead have Camila. The saint. The one who is first wronged by Luz and never really gets made up to by Luz because, well, that goes against the fact that Luz is clearly meant to, even by the end of S1, want to choose the Isles over humanity EVERY TIME. Why she starts an entirely new life there without even thinking about things like, I dunno, how the fuck do I keep dating this witch when I go home. Amity and her never do have a real conversation about the promise because that's inconvenient to the escapist fantasy.

This attempt at being 'clever' over being sincere is also why Hogwarts is a much more magical, literally and figuratively, setting than the ENTIRE ISLES. There is magic and secrets and interesting discoveries at literally every turn at this one school. Meanwhile, TOH wants to be able to make modern social commentary despite the fantasy land its in, and also wants to be taken more seriously than fantasy often is, so it needs to be grounded and mundane and mostly like our own world because otherwise they might actually have to make a world that's interesting. It fits into modern writing trends that give Twitter easy fodder to talk about THEMES, regardless of how well those are actually tackled, but get in the way of being escapist. Of creating a world that you'd actively beg to live in.

This is actually something I'll give modern isekai and is a large part of why it's so popular: It is extremely escapist. Even the more serious ones still make the main character be the biggest badass ever and the 'dark' elements actually conform just to make him a bigger badass. To give him more than he already would have by genre convention. They do that mostly through sincerity of concepts. By going "This is what we're doing, this is what we're giving the audience, FUCKING GO."

TOH never has that unity of purpose.

BUT

This lack of unity of purpose also meant that while PLENTY of anime are bigger, more popular and more influential than TOH, as far as western media goes, it was a strength. Like I said, it leans into current trends with writing. It is unique, even amongst anime, for having an explicitly LGBTQIA+ main character, adding to the escapism for those specific groups. All while packaged as a kids show for those who don't like kids shows, much like how Avatar for many is anime for those who don't like anime.

Now this is where I might talk about the other shows you brought up, especially Amphibia but, well... None of them are going for such pure escapism. Bare minimum, their main influences aren't pure escapism. They're more rooted in old isekai or just straight aren't influenced by isekai or Harry Potter. They're genuinely more complex about the relationship between the worlds because for their stories, both worlds actually matter. Neither is meant to be entirely abandoned like TOH wants to abandon the human realm.

There is a reason why Luz ends the series only learning about magic after all despite claiming to live in both realms because she has no interest in the human realm. There's a reason the villain is pro-human realm. It's all meant to point to not just wanting to run away but encouraging it. That's not even always a bad thing. I've written porn for god's sake, the last thing I can criticize is the desire for escapist fiction. It has its place.

TOH would fill that place better if it would just be honest about what it was. I'm still glad it comforts those who need it to be their escape though. See you next tale.

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[ashleyfanfic]

I have finished part 1 of season 3 of Bridgerton. Thoughts under the cut

So, I hesitate to really try to talk about everything that happened, so I’m just gonna concentrate on the Polin of it all.

First, let me say that Nicola and Luke should be fucking proud cause they killed it with Colin and Penelope. Especially Nicola able to convey so much heartbreak on her face. But then toss in Luke and the longing looks, the complete denial he found himself in, was just perfect. He did such a great job.

Second, Colin’s vehement hatred for Whistledown is gonna bite them in the ass. I mean, I get they had to change the reveal from how it happened in the books, but also… WHY!? Him finding her at St Bride’s church and confronting her and then the carriage ride all went together. Not that I didn’t love the carriage ride. I mean, I’ll get to that in a moment, but I did so love the reveal in the book. But also, Eloise knowing before Colin is gonna be a big fucking problem, it seems.

Third, we get it. Colin is a manwhore making his way through the brothels of England, and also a bit of a vouyuer if he pays. Lordy Jesus what is he gonna ask to watch Pen do??🥰🥰 dirty boy. But in all seriousness, between Benedict Anthony and Colin, those brothels are being kept up. Also, yall stay the fuck away from Gregory and don’t ruin that sweet little boy.

Fourth, Pen flirting with others in the ton was actually painful to watch. I have terrible second hand embarrassment. Actually sitting through it was nearly impossible. I had to up the timing on it so I could make it through. Kudos for Nicola for making that the most awkward shit I’ve seen in a long fucking time.

Fifth, Sir, that coat and open neck are sinful. But I approve. Carry on!

Sixth, that first kiss. Let’s talk about it. First, Colin bribed her maid to speak with her alone. Clever. The hopelessness that Penelope feels was so palpable. He felt wretched for her and I do think he feels a sense of responsibility for her, but also the need to try to rescue someone. And I think that’s what he sought out to do when she asked him to kiss her. However, it made him reevaluate EVERYTHING. He became awkward with her because of how it made him feel. She was embarrassed for asking, he was embarrassed because he liked it so much and it rocked his fucking world. It was really beautiful that it started out so tentative, but then the romance of it all caught up to them. And she, unbeknownst to her, left him wanting.

Seventh, dreaming about your friend now? Naughty dreams that were tamer than whatever you were doing in that brothel, but knocked you so completely in your ass Mister Bridgerton? Hmmm?

Eighth, the apology he gave her was actually really beautiful. Because it was honest and sincere. He hated he hurt her, he does value her, and she is his friend. Also, we see you with those fluttering lashes when you thought about Colin whispering in your ear at every ball. Well played. But honestly, after how hurt she was by what he said, it did take him off the pedestal she’d had him on. They were finally on even ground and not her looking up at him, theoretically speaking. She will have to give an equally compelling one when it’s revealed to him that she’s Lady Whistledown, especially since he proposed without knowing the truth. I only wish she hadn’t accepted without telling him first. My only really qualm with their love story.

Ninth, friends to lovers is a hard trope to pull off once one of the friends is in the friendzone. As they said, it’s hard to get off the wall once you’re on it. But I think they did a great job.

Tenth, Penelope reading Colin’s journal made it in and I’m so glad. She needed to see his temper a little. Part of him coming down from the pedestal is realizing that he’s not perfect and genteel all the time. Him cutting his hand and her tending to it, while also commenting on his writing was really a lovely scene. As was the moments before it.

Eleventh, the balloon scene. Colin staring at her while she was eating a pastry is unhinged. Mouth open and everything. But also, him realizing what was happening with the balloon because he’d been staring at Pen. And the swashbuckler ran to stop anything from happening. Pen then getting caught up staring, same girl same, and when she tried to run she fell. I felt that on an emotional level. I once fell out of bed because I got my foot caught in the opposite leg of my pajamas. We all clumsy out here. I know my ass would have face planted if I tried to run. But I liked all of it.

Twelfth, their meeting under the tree was super cute. Both fumbling with their words because the kiss did mean something despite what Penelope said. TBH, I would have had my maid check me for bugs after cause trees like those have them. Her paid was the MVP, honestly, that woman stayed so fucking far behind them I don’t know if she can say she was actually with them.

Thirteenth, it struck me that the advice Colin gave Penelope didn’t work because that’s really not who either of them are. They’re both weird little nerds who like to talk about the things that interest them even if no one else is interested.

Fourteenth, Colin chasing after Penelope twice as she left two different balls. The first time just shattered my heart. She had been hurt by the revelation, as she should have been, and then to have it rubbed in her face later was horrific. The realization on her face when she realized what everyone was talking about hurt my heart for her. She truly got a taste of her own medicine when she had to write an article about her own scandal. God he’s really gonna be pissed when he finds out she did that to both of them.

Fifteenth, I keep coming back to I wish she’d told him already about Whistledown. I fucking hope she doesn’t marry him without telling him. That would be hard to support. From the preview, I imagine Eloise won’t let that happen.

Sixteenth, Penelope’s new dresses were very lovely.

Seventeenth, I think I’m ready to talk about the carriage scene. Colin ran after her carriage and made it stop along the road so he could get in. Penelope was embarrassed and ashamed that her once chance to marry had slipped away. And Colin was so fucking relieved when she told him she wasn’t engaged to Debling. Also, Colin, you out here causing a doozy of a scandal by interrupting their dance. Like my dude! Carry on! And he did. I love that most of his confession was on his knees in front of her, making them eye level but also displaying his sincerity. I think that’s what’s so powerful about the scene. Luke did such a wonderful job conveying his desperation to make her understand and that he was genuine. She already knew she loved him, but thinking that he loved her had never crossed her mind. And that it was Penelope who finally revealed herself and her feelings for Colin to spark them into the spiciness.

Last, the spiciness. Admittedly, the dream was rather tame considering all their talk of spicy. The carriage ride was more Bridgerton. Penelope touching his hair LIKE WE ALL WANT TO. The caresses, the kisses. And who knew that a Pitbull song could be romantic!? I love when the carriage stopped him asking if the carriage could just keep going! The laughs, two friends who are used to sharing giggles together who now have more fun pursuits. But then the determination on his face when he climbed out of the carriage. He knew before he moved he was going to ask her to marry him. The fact that Penelope didn’t immediately say yes, tells me she was probably still a little distracted by getting finger banged inside a carriage. Completely understandable. God, I hope her mother doesn’t give her the sex talk. The fact that her sisters had NO IDEA what sex was… well, I hoped she learned her lesson. Draw pictures for your daughters, ladies. Or ask Agatha, to do so. We learned in Queen Charlotte she’s not bad at drawing. But I did really love this scene and how intimate and sexy it was.

Last minute things I had on my mind about the others: as much as I wanted to hate Cressida and Eloise’s friendship, I kind of like it and that they’re comfortable enough to call one another out on their bullshit. GUYS, UNLESS MICHAEL STERLING IS GONNA BE PLAYED BY MICHAEL B. JORDAN IM HIGHLH PISSED THAT HE’S NOT GONNA COME WITH A SCOTTISH ACCENT AND LOOK LIKE RICHARD FUCKING MADDEN. I’m serious. I mean, should they have saved Rege for that role? I’m nervous. Is the only reason that Lady Danbury dislikes her bro is because he’s a rake? Another season of Benedict wandering aimlessly through life and diddling some lady. Honestly, I would have been happier if he’d ended up with Madam Delacroix. Is it possible her name is actually Sophie?

All in all, not a bad first half.

[memyselfandmya]

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There's not enough words to express how much I love Yasammy. They are by far my favorite ship ever and not a day goes by that I don't think about them two. Sapphic relationships are so scarce in media, especially in children's/younger media so I enjoy every one but these two just have a special place in my heart. I saw my cousins watching some of season 1 one day and I just knew that they had chemistry/were going to get together and that's when I knew I had to watch the show. For the fanfic I'm writing, I only have the moments where they don't know each other and when they're fighting but I don't want that to be my Yasammy post. What else I do have is much deeper into the story and I don't want to reveal that much just yet so I wrote this new little scene between them. It's not at all finished but I wanted it to be on time so I'll probably post the full version somewhere in the near future.

Sammy’s heart is racing outside of the airport baggage claim more than it ever has on Isla Nublar. At any moment, Yaz would walk out of those doors and it’ll be Sammy’s first time seeing her in person in a year. They’ve both been busy with school and family so meeting up was virtually impossible. Sure, they’ve texted, called, and facetimed—the holy trinity in long-distance relationships—but for Sammy, who loves to hug, kiss, and touch, it wasn’t enough. 

So when Yaz walks out the shriek that Sammy lets out is loud. “Yaz! Over here!”

It’s impossible to miss Sammy’s voice and when Yasmina turns her head, brown hair swinging, her face breaks into a grin at the sight of Sammy standing there waiting for her. Seeing Yaz there smiling makes Sammy smile and soon enough she’s running over to Yaz and engulfing her in a hug. 

The impact almost knocks Yaz off her feet but still she’s grinning, hugging Sammy back and pressing her face into the crook of her neck. She inhales and the scent of cinnamon fills her nose. “I missed you so much,” Yaz whispers. 

They stand like that for a while but when they pull away it feels like a moment cut too short. Sammy wipes her eyes which have gone a little wet until Yaz cups Sammy’s face in her soft hands and swipes the tears away for her. 

Yaz then drops her hand to hold Sammy’s and asks, “Where are your parents?”

“I’m driving us,” Sammy says, swinging the keys to her family’s truck on her index finger. She got her license quite a few months ago but it took a lot of convincing to get her parents to let her drive all by herself to pick up Yaz. They’ve got something against Sammy going to the airport alone; trust issues probably from the time she ran off to Jurassic World. Not one of her proudest moments but it gave her Yaz. 

Yasmina’s mouth falls open in surprise. “No way, you actually convinced them?       

Sammy smiles. “I can be pretty persuasive. How’d you think I got you to come outta’ your shell?” 

[gemsofthegalaxy]

the more actual thought I put into understanding Colin the more I do like him. Like with Francesca, I think he has the potential to come across as boring, he's never been my favorite, but for as Loud as Eloise is about her RoleTM as a woman in society, I think it's quite intriguing that Colin's whole story this season is also figuring out where he fits in the society and what role he actually wants to play.

Sure, men have more freedom than women, generally. But we also saw canonically that Lord Debling was mocked for not eating meat and for being obsessed with nature, and while many people are fond of William Mondrich and accept him perhaps more readily than expected into society, they swiftly start to turn on him when he doesn't conform to the expectations of a man of his station by keeping his job.

I've seen people saying "it's boring and repetitive for Colin to have a rake arc, because we have seen that TWICE now"- and, I don't necessarily disagree, it is repetitive and they could have shown his struggles to conform in another way, but it is precisely why he's doing it. It's expected of him, the other men in his family/station have also done it, and he is trying to fit in. He thinks this is what it is to be mature, and he gets looked at funny when he suddenly declares to his drinking buddies that he thinks sex has a romantic value that he wants to respect, in so many words.

(Mind you, also, there isn't anything actually wrong with having casual sex or no romantic attachment to sex. Just, like, a reminder for us all lol. We don't have to slut shame Colin just because it's a repetitive arc, and we can tease apart the fact that, actually, he IS dissatisfied with flings and paid sex, he longs for something more romantic, he romanticizes the sex he does have in his writings about it, and once has has a TASTE of sexuality that holds romantic meaning ((kiss with Penelope)), something clicks for him and he realizes that is what he wants, for himself)

I, for one, enjoy that he's sensitive and, while currently outwardly charming, he can be kind of reserved and quiet and contemplative. Again, maybe this comes across as boring- I personally thought Francesca's plotline this season had some boring moments, especially early on. But Colin is being portrayed as a thoughtful, protective, and romantic person and I think he and Penelope are a good match in this way