#and because i want to support these actors and what they were forced to go through

[romanticintheory]

on my knees BEGGING for more price and civilian!reader. i just read it and i can’t stop thinking about all the cute itty bitty interactions- their date, their convos, maybe him meeting her surprisingly scary dog (currently in love thinking about COD men and K9s yknow?).

Like if there’s not a single supporter for this, i’m dead in a ditch somewhere

what it's like dating john price as a civilian.

john price x gn!reader

part 1

more fluff, more domesticity, me being down bad

a/n: KSAHDASDKJ im so glad u love them as much as i do!! hope this does them justice for u <3

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the date went really well, thankfully. he showed up at your place ready to pick you up with the bouquet of flowers he knew you deserved. call him old-fashioned, but he was adamant on making sure you didn't have to lift a finger for anything.

hell, he even asked you why you were standing out there in the cold by yourself, saying, "i could have come to your door so you didn't have to freeze all the way out here, sweetheart!"

he held out his hand for you to take as he guided you down the stairs, opened your side of the door for the car, and always walked with you on the side closest to the street.

the movie was a cute action comedy. it was even funnier with john because he'd sometimes pipe up at the action sequences talking about how unrealistic some scenes were.

when you told john that the main character's actor, a built, older-looking man, was used to be your celebrity crush in high school, he couldn't help but let a chuckle rumble in his throat and ask, "got a type then, love?"

"yeah, probably do," you admitted shamelessly.

the dinner was just as nice as the movie: he took you out to a nice restaurant and hung onto every word you spoke. likewise, you couldn't take your eyes off him whenever he told you stories about him and his boys.

he wouldn't tell you stories about him doing his job, mostly because he didn't want to disturb you with what he's had to do. he did, however, happily tell you stories about the ridiculous things he's seen his task force get up to.

"they sound like a handful," you said warmly, "you sure they're not your kids?"

"no, but they certainly sound like it," he leaned just a little bit closer to hear you better over the chatter of the restaurant.

"i get that. i've got a handful at home, too." you paused to take a sip of your drink. "a little puppy."

"really? what's its name?"

when he takes you back home, he wordlessly walks you back to your door.

"would you like to meet beau, john?" you ask, hand hovering over the door you unlocked.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by the sound of scratching and a dog panting on the other side of the door.

"well, only if he's okay with meeting me."

when you open the door, john is surprised to see a full-grown rottweiler launching at him at full speed. for a second, he saw his life flashing before his eyes before he realized the wagging of beau's tail.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" you call out immediately, "he's usually more polite around strangers. beau- beau get down!"

john only laughs at your panic and took your dog's friendliness as a sign to pet him. "'s alright, love. i trust you enough to know you wouldn't put me in harm's way."

he takes in beau's stature. from the looks of his larger-than-average size, he might be a guard dog for you. or maybe you just wanted company and decided to hone in on his scariness and bulk by adding that spiked collar.

"so, a puppy, huh?" he points outed humorously, locking eyes with you after realizing that your canine was, in fact, fully grown.

"hey, he's still a puppy to me!" you interject, kneeling down beside john's crouched figure to also show the rottweiler some affection.

"i see," he nods thoughtfully, turning his attention back to beau. "you're just as gorgeous as your owner, huh?"

your face is on fire again. "you flatter me, john."

"how does the saying go? it's not flattery if it's true?" he stands up much to the disappointment of beau and to take a step closer to you.

"you're too kind."

"jus' trying to treat you like how you deserve."

it's like he's trying to light you aflame on purpose. your embarrassment grows so much you have to cover the smile on your face with your hand. once your face has cooled down, you take a deep breath and let your hand fall down back to your side.

"thank you for tonight," you say quietly. "i had a really good time."

"glad to hear," he replies. "'m also happy to see beau likes me, too."

"well, we both have that in common, i guess."

"oh, who's doing the flattery, now?" john says playfully, his hands on his hips as you laugh softly at him.

"still you!" you insist.

"hm. maybe next time we can figure it out, yeah?" he proposes, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"next time? you already ready for a second date, price?"

oh, he was ready for more, but he didn't think you were ready to hear that.

"unless you're not," he tells you slowly, afraid of pressuring you into saying yes already.

sensing his worry, you reassure him with, "how could i not be?"

he relaxes at your admission and leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. "i've got your number. next week sound fine to you?"

"of course. whatever you like, soldier," you nodded, the lingering feeling of his lips on your cheek leaving a tingling sensation. if you were just a bit more confident, you would have kissed him then and there.

"i'll see you then, love."

he bends down to give beau a well-deserved goodbye pet before turning to leave, looking you in the eyes one last time before leaving for home.

[manonsmanicmind]

This is a compilation of highlights from a panel held at the National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Air Force with Kirk Saduski (executive and producer at Playtone), Donald L. Miller (author of Masters of the Air), and Nate Mann (you know who he is 😌). The whole discussion is very insightful and really fun to watch, especially because Don knew Rosie very well, so I highly recommend that you watch it in its entirety. You can watch it here. There's a summary below if you don't want to watch the compilation 😉

Don on Rosie and Nate: “I’ve never met a more impressive human being in my life… his poise, his coolness, his composure.” He thinks Nate “played [Rosie] to a T.” 

Nate on the cast getting to know each other and the friendships formed: “A mission like [Münster]… took probably three weeks in a replica cockpit… all the while, Josh Bolt, my co-pilot is sitting right next to me… this was going on for a year… I was just texting him today… that kind of friendship is really the foundation of something like this… because they’re really up there for one another.”

Don on the show: “What makes the film for me is what Kirk talked about… the attention to detail is incredible and the dedication on the part of the actors, they jumped into these roles… I never saw a group of actors so emphatically committed to the project as these guys were; it was really incredible.”

Don on Rosie and Nate: “Rosie was [the] kind of guy who walks into a room and commands the room.” To Nate: “I thought you did that brilliantly, in an understated way. It would have been so easy to overstate that.” —> Nate: *nods vigorously and mouths 'thank you'* 😊🙏

Kirk to Nate: “You’re at the beginning of what we know is going to be a brilliant career, Nate.” —> Nate: *embarrassed* 🤭🙈🙉🙊🫣

Nate on how playing Rosie affected his life: “Things stick around… It’s always a good sign when you keep coming up with questions you might ask of your character. I would love to just sit down and talk to [Rosie] about jazz… I still feel this curiosity about him.”

Nate on how the incorporation of Rosie’s love for music was helpful: “When I first encountered Rosie, the thing you’re struck by is the magnitude of what he went through and what he chose to do in spite of what he went through, and that warrior-spirit... juxtaposed with this incredible warmth and this grace, and that’s where the music lives for me... He had this sense of trying to bring a buoyancy into others’ experiences, and I think he did with his crew. That balance there, between that steel-headed courage and his effortless warmth with others, was kind of where I tried to pivot.”

During the pandemic, Nate found a letter from his grandfather on his father’s side: it was from 1941 and mentioned how “unhappy he was.” 

The letter said: “I just feel this frustration… this sense of wanting to do something with my life, this sense of responsibility, this sense of responsibility to you, to my parents, to my country, and to this society that gives me, a jew, a chance to live.” 

Nate thought of that letter when auditioning for MotA because “that personal sense of duty, for Rosie, was so pivotal to his inspiration and helping him fight.” He further said that “getting to explore that connection to [his] grandfather… it’s one of those unexpected great wonders of getting to do the work that [they] get to do.”

Nate on what stands out with this project: “This is unique in that, feeling connected to this history and being able to be part of sharing it with you guys and helping to educate the public on these men, on WW2, on that sacrifice, brings a whole other dimension of meaning to our work.”

The rest of the video is made up of clips of Nate being an adorable, sweet, thoughtful, and supportive human being 🥰

[firstkanaphans]

I know this post is only for like two people, but I’m going to make it anyway. So, my obsession with Dead Friend Forever finally reached critical levels and I resorted to binge-watching The Hidden Character just to get more content. For those that don’t know, The Hidden Character (which they literally call “THC”) was the reality show Be On Cloud used to cast DFF. It is bad. Like really bad. And not in a it’s-so-bad-it’s-good-type way. It’s one of the most exploitative pieces of media I have ever watched. I walked into it with a favorable view of BOC, Mile, Apo, and Pond (the CEO), and walked out of it hating all of them.

A small collection of things that happened over the 11-episode run:

Everyone was told that they had to share every single aspect of their life with the viewers or they would be eliminated. And, in fact, the first person eliminated was told that it was because he wasn’t being open enough with the audience. They filmed these boys—one of whom was only seventeen at the time—talking explicitly about their sex lives. Which is, of course, fine to talk about. It’s not fine to air it on television! Even some of the games themselves contained sexually suggestive content (i.e. Which do you prefer "eating" with—your hands or your mouth? If you were to cheat on your significant other, would it be just sex or a full-blown affair?)

During the first part of the show, everyone had a secret that the other players were supposed to guess. One of the player’s secret was that he used to be homophobic. (Questionable casting for a company that only hires men, but I digress). He was praised for having changed his mind. In contrast, JJay’s secret was that he was raised in an abusive household and had once hit his father. Pond crucified the poor guy for this. He made him sit there in front of the whole cast sobbing and apologize for hitting his dad who was an abusive asshole.

After the first half of the show—which served absolutely no purpose at all—we finally move onto the acting portion. This is, after all, supposed to be a talent competition. The judges were so mean. Especially Apo. He was like the Simon Cowell of BOC. There was no constructive component to their criticism. The fact that any of these people are still acting is honestly unbelievable. I would have gone home and cried myself to sleep and then never stepped foot on a stage again.

At one point, each of the groups was assigned a scene from KinnPorsche to act out (because BOC very clearly owns no other IP). One of the pairs was given the scene where Porsche gives Kinn a handjob in the bathroom. I wish I was kidding. 

The judges constantly told the contestants to make their scenes feel new and different but any time the actors actually tried to change anything, they complained it was “too” different and the original script was already perfect so who were they to think they could create something better. Once again, Apo and Mile, the original actors of these scenes, are the ones judging them! Like of course they like their version better. What is even happening??

And finally, the whole fucking thing was rigged for Ta to win. Like don’t get me wrong, I love Ta and I think he did a great job, but he was the only one who came into that competition with a built-in fanbase and the winner was chosen by popular vote.

It was all just…baffling. Especially from a company that claims to be trying to change the industry. Like if you want the industry to stop being so exploitative to its actors, maybe start with yourself? It also makes those condescending “how dare you watch our shows just for the NC scenes” press releases they do every week even more annoying.

I have no clue what the reaction to this show was while it was airing but god I hope they never do it again. It literally makes me feel so weird watching DFF now. I feel like those poor kids are being held hostage. Maybe CEO Pond’s been the one under the mask the whole time 🔪

[dumbseee]

boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

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after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

[idksmtms]

Golden Globes - Cillian Murphy x reader

Summary: Written from the perspective of press and viewers of the golden globes; how cute are Cillian Murphy and his girlfriend Y/n L/n?! From the red carpet to his acceptance speech, look at what a mesmerising couple these two make!

Word count: 2,250

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, very slight profanity, mostly just fluff (please let me know if I missed any) 

Disclaimer: This is written purely for fictional purposes and for the sake of writing. No disrespect is intended to the real people portrayed/concerned in this scenario. 

AN: Inspired by Yvonne and Cillian actually being the cutest couple ever at the Golden Globes. Also, if you catch the sneaky Succession reference: mwah! Edit: Just watched an interview clip where he says everyone calls him Cill as his nickname and I will be gratuitously using that from now on.

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :) 

Part 1: Red Carpet 

“And next to arrive onto the red carpet is Cillian Murphy! He’s a favourite to win the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Drama Motion Picture, and I mean, rightly so, he killed it in Oppenheimer!” 

“Right?! And I have to say, whoever styled him tonight knew what they were doing, because mmm chef’s kiss right there.” 

“For real, but knowing him he probably grabbed an old suit out of his closet and put it on, hahahah.” 

“I bet he wishes, but Y/n would never let him, and there she is! Oh look how stunning she looks! For all our viewers who are unaware, that’s Y/n L/n, Cillian Murphy’s girlfriend and the other half of our favourite couple!” 

“Is that a vintage Schiaparelli?! Um, someone did not come to play. Aw, look how cute they are, he refuses to let go of her hand. I want a man like that.” 

“The way he smiles at her?! You can really tell they love each other, and awwww she’s blushing!!! You guyssssss, I can’t handle this.” 

“Hahahah, she’s forcing him to go out and strut his stuff, how sweet. That’s the definition of a supportive partner right there, always wanting you to have your moment to shine.” 

“Honestly, and like, I know we’re supposed to be watching Cillian but guys look how SHE watches him. That’s true love right there, and no one can convince me otherwise.” 

“D’you remember that interview where he talked about the little gifts she gets him at the end of each of his movies?” 

“Oh my god yeah, that was adorable, she makes him something small to remember each of his movies, like she knits or crochets or crafts something for him right?” 

“Yeah, exactly, well apparently, since this was his sixth movie with Nolan, she made the little tokens for all the producers and like the lead team. I was in TEARS when I heard, because who is that sweet? Like who is THAT sweet to their partner’s whole team?” 

“I didn’t know that, oh my god, I love her even more. No wonder Cillian loves her, I get it, I fully support it.” 

“Ok, seems like Cillian’s done getting his pictures taken and- aw! He’s looking for her! Cillian, bestie, she’s right there, ok ok ok, they found each other. Look at that hug!” 

“A man who adjusts the train of your dress like that to help you walk easier??? That is a man worth having, and Cillian Murphy is clearly the best man. Gosh look at the way she leans into him when they walk, and he’s just rubbing her back all soft and sweet, aaaaa I think I’m gonna melt.” 

“Oo! Ok, they’re going for interviews and the next person to come up is…” 

Part 1.2: Interview 

“Hi Cillian! How are you feeling tonight?” 

“I’m doing well thank you, a little nervous I guess, how are you?” 

“I’m great! Having a lot of fun here at the Golden Globes! How did you enjoy the red carpet? Any chance to meet others yet?” 

“Yeah, it’s grand, very… opulent, heh, and no! Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to properly greet anyone yet, but I’m sure when we get inside I’ll have plenty of time for that.” 

“Alright, let’s talk about your movie for a bit, how does it feel to see all the recognition it’s getting?” 

“It feels deserved, you know? Everyone worked so hard on that film and put in a hundred and ten percent and it feels like people have really noticed it and seen not only the talent but the effort the team put in.” 

“Were you expecting such resounding fame for the movie?” 

“I mean, I definitely knew at least some people would watch it because Chris made it, hahaha, and people have recognised how amazing he is, but I guess you never really know how popular a movie is going to be until it comes out. But it’s truly amazing to see how it resonated with audiences.” 

“You’ve spoken in past interviews about the importance of a strong and accepting support system for people in this line of work, how did such an intense movie fit into your life?” 

“I mean, I treated it like I treat all my roles - it is a job at the end of the day - but it’s always great to have my family willing to put up with odd schedules and having to be away from home for long periods of time. My girlfriend, heh, she’s actually really great with this stuff. She always makes sure to call me while I’m away, she comes to visit as often as she can, and she just has this way of making anywhere feel like home, you know? Regardless of where I am, or what I’m doing, I can count on her, and that’s probably the best part of my life. It’s a really bad habit of hers but she stays up late with me if I have an oddly timed call or interview or whatever, just to be there with me.” 

“Aw, that’s so sweet! It’s amazing the way you talk about her, she sounds like a great person!” 

“She really really is. I mean, there’s some people out there who are just blessed with the biggest hearts and even just their presence can make life better, you know? And that’s her. I don’t know where I would be without her in my life to be honest with you.” 

“Oh how cute! Well, we’ll let you go, tell your girlfriend how much we love her, and good luck with your award tonight!” 

“Thank you.” 

Part 2: The Main Event 

“And the Golden Globe goes to… Cillian Murphy!” You let out a rather unholy shriek that you were sure would be caught on camera and posted all over, but you were too excited to care. You jumped up, grabbing Cillian by his shoulders and pressing your lips to his mouth and face, over and over until there were lipstick smudges across his nose. 

“You did it Cill! You did it,” you whispered, rubbing at his face to try and wipe away the lipstick. He had the lightest red splotches across his nose and cheek but they mixed into the flush on his skin so you let him be after a moment. Your face hurt from smiling, your whole body buzzing because finally, finally, he had gotten the recognition he had long deserved. 

“Oh boy, my first question, do I have lipstick all over my nose? Ah, I’m just gonna leave it. Um, I-I knew the first time that I walked on Chris Nolan’s set that it was different. I could tell by the level of rigour, the level of focus, the level of dedication, the complete lack of any seating options for actors, heheh, that it was-that I was in the hands of a visionary director and master. I wanna thank Chris, and Emma, for having the faith in me for-for twenty years, and six feckin pictures! So, thanks so much. Um, one of the most beautiful and vulnerable things about being an actor is that you can’t do it on your own, really, and we had the most incredible ensemble cast in this movie, it was magic, and some of them are here today. Emily Blunt, Robert Downey Jr, Matt Damon, Gary Oldman, thank you for carrying me and holding me through this movie. Um, thank you to- thank you! Uh, thank you to Dara Langley, and everyone at Universal for believing in this movie from the very beginning. Uh, oh! To all my fellow nominees - if you’re Irish or not - you’re all legends, stunning work guys, I salute you. Um, to all my reps, all my team, uh thank you so much you’re the best. To my girlfriend, you are the light of my life, the love I couldn’t live without, thank you for always being there. To my family, I’m the luckiest man, I love you, thanks so much guys!” 

Part 3: Top Ten 

“Hello everyone and welcome back to the ATN News youtube channel! Today we are looking at our top ten favourite Cillian Murphy moments from the Golden Globes and spoiler alert: they all have something to do with his girlfriend because, let’s face it guys, they’re our favourite unproblematic power couple! Just a reminder that we did similar videos for some other celebrities so you can check them out on our channel but let’s get started! 

Number 1: When they were walking into the hall and he held her purse for her! This is a personal favourite because I love someone who notices the little things, and the fact that he just kinda slipped it from her hands?? Cuteness overload. 

Number 2: This one is my personal favourite. During the break, the camera was just kinda moseying around and it caught them whispering to each other and just laughing. Look at how lovey dovey they are, leaning against each other, just whispering in each other’s ears. I really wanna know what they’re saying because I’m sure they are the most hilarious people on earth, but it’s also so intimate that I don’t wanna disturb them, you know? And she’s holding his hand in her lap aaaa! I have to move on otherwise I’m just gonna sit here and watch this all day. 

Number 3: Ok, at number three we have the couple’s red carpet glam moment! After getting some solo pictures taken, Cillian had Y/n walk the carpet with him and they slayed. I mean they slayyyyyed. Their outfits were amazing, their chemistry was amazing, their poses were amazing just- amazing. The fact that she did the little heel kick in one of the pictures?? Iconic. Cillian, Y/n, if you guys are looking for recommendations I would frame the picture where Y/n’s kissing the air just before Cillian’s cheek, it’s funny and it’s cute. 

Number 4: This is a moment from an interview he gave where they asked him about life with Y/n, take a listen. 

“You know she’s just the best. We both have our own strengths at home and I think they fit together so well and it just works perfectly. Like, I’m terrible at D.I.Y. Just absolutely hopeless, and good or not, she’s tenacious. If she starts a project for the house, no matter how hard, she will learn what to do and she will finish it. It’s inspiring honestly. Just every little thing she does inspires me.” 

Number 5: Halfway through and this might also be my personal favourite (agh I can’t choose!). When Y/n fed Cillian something from her plate?? Guys, when I saw that, I kid you not I almost melted. She just gently taps his shoulder, lifts her fork to his mouth, and feeds him. Was he too nervous to eat?? Did she notice and make sure he ate something?? Or is that just something they do? Like if you walked into their house at a random dinner time she might just randomly feed him something?? Either way, it was cute and I bet they make everyone sick with their love and I’m here for it. 

Number 6: Another simple one, but when he sat back with his arm over her chair? He just kinda leaned to the side and put his arm on the back of her chair and she just kinda shifted closer into his side- and they didn’t even stop their conversations with other people! They just did it! Being that intune with someone is just nghdhm. I have no words. 

Number 7: Alright, so some fan pics came out after the event of the couple leaving the venue, and look at this, he’s carrying her shoes for her!!! The pictures are a little grainy, but you can clearly see him holding the heels that she was wearing during the event while they walk to the car. She’s even carrying his award for him, what a bunch of cutiepies!

Number 8:  Another one from the fan pics - and another personal favourite (leave me alone) - is those cuties dancing on the street! I think it’s near their house and the pictures capture him twirling her, and they’re both laughing so much and then they’re hugging and Cillian’s just swaying her (all while holding that Golden Globe mind you) and they just look so happy and in love. Brb, I need something to tackle this overdose of cute. 

Number 9: Our second last moment is when Y/n kissed Cillian right before he went up to accept his award! Just, the scream, the kiss, the lipstick on his face, all of it is so perfect. And the fact that he left it on his face while giving his speech? Our king, have no shame, proudly show her love! 

Number 10: And of course, the final favourite has to be Cillian’s speech. He was funny, he was gracious, and honestly? It was perfect. If my boyfriend called me the light of his life in a room full of famous people, on a live broadcast that like millions of people are watching, I would probably just start proposing to him at that moment. Like he really said “the love I couldn’t live without” can you imagine that kind of devotion?! I want that. 

Anyway! Thanks for watching our top ten Cillian Murphy moments. Don’t forget to like and subscribe!” 

AN: Yes, I did transcribe his whole acceptance speech. No further questions.

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BTS Dating Series #15: Insecurities

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: Insecurities pop up in every relationship. These are yours/his.

Warnings: None to note.

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin were laid out on the bed in his bedroom, your lips pressed against his as the two of you made out. It had been a hectic week for the both of you with your jobs so once the two of you finally saw each other, it didn’t take long for you to be on each other.

“Mmm, that feels good Jinnie,” you moaned as Jin’s lips trailed downwards and attached themselves to your neck. 

“Good baby, good,” he murmured huskily and you bit your lip as you contemplated your next move. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached down and set your hand on the crotch of Jin’s pants, squeezing his growing bulge gently. 

“Jagi?” Jin mumbled as he pulled away from your neck in order to look at your face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re touching me,” he chuckled, reaching down and pulling your hand off of his crotch and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “You never do that.”

“Did you not like it?”

“I did but I’m curious as to why you did it so suddenly,” he said and you sighed heavily at how well your boyfriend knew you. 

“Well, I thought you must be getting tired of the same old routine that we do, you know?” You began. “Us making out but it never going any further.”

“But you’re not ready for that yet.”

“I could be,” you shrugged noncommittedly and Jin just sighed. 

“Baby, you don’t have to try to force yourself to do anything that you don’t want to just because you think I’m getting bored,” Jin stated firmly. “I love you and that means I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to, ok?”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely and whenever you do decide that you’re ready, I’ll be ready too. More than ready, actually,” he joked, making you laugh. “I love you, Y/N-ah.”

“I love you too,” you smiled before kissing him again. 

Min Yoongi

“You look so handsome,” you cooed once Yoongi walked up to you backstage at the MMA awards. Since your relationship still wasn’t common knowledge, the two of you had avoided walking the carpet together and once Yoongi had gone for his photo opps with the members, he came right back to you. 

“You look pretty fucking good yourself,” Yoongi smirked, making you smile as you fixed the lapel on his blazer. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” A voice called and when you turned around, you were surprised to see your ex-boyfriend, Choi Ji-ho, walking towards you. 

“Ji,” you smiled, giving him a short one-armed hug as he pressed a kiss to your cheek in greeting. “How are you?”

“I’m good, here to present the award for Artist of The Year,” Ji-ho replied. “What about you?”

“I’m here supporting my boyfriend and his group,” you said as you turned to glance at Yoongi. “Ji, this is my boyfriend Min Yoongi. Yoongs, this is my ex Choi Ji-ho.”

“Ah, Suga from BTS, right?” Ji-ho wondered. 

“Yep. And you’re an...actor?” Yoongi muttered. 

“That’s me,” Ji-ho chuckled. “Wow, Y/N-ah. I remember you said you’d never date another well known person after me.”

“Well, what can I say?” You smiled as you wrapped your arm around Yoongi’s. “He’s pretty special.”

“He has to be, to have bagged you,” Ji-ho smiled sadly. “Well, I’ll get going and let you two enjoy yourselves. Have a good night.”

“You too,” you replied as you watched him turn and walk away. You then turned to look at Yoongi, who was biting his lip and avoiding eye contact with you. “He means nothing to me.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he muttered. 

“Yeah but I know you,” you continued. “I’m with you because you know me better and treat me better than Ji-ho or any other shithead I’ve ever dated has.”

“Call them a shithead again,” Yoongi suddenly requested with a smile. “Makes me feel better.”

“Come on, Drama King,” you laughed as you began to pull him towards your seats. 

Kim Namjoon

“Y/N-ah, have you seen this?” Namjoon huffed as he flopped down next to where you were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. 

“What’s that?” You murmured without even looking up at him.

“Scientists have this new working theory about space and it’s so interesting,” he began before he began to ramble on about the newest finding. As he talked, you looked up and as hard as you tried to pay attention, you just couldn’t make sense of the words your boyfriend was saying. Now, this was typical for you in all honesty but that very realization left you unsettled. You found yourself confused often whenever Namjoon went on random tangents about things that he found interesting and it made you feel....less than, almost. 

“Y/N-ah, you ok?” Namjoon stopped himself after noticing the spaced out look on your face. 

“I just,” you sighed before deciding to be truthful. “I just can never follow you when you talk about things like this.”

“That’s ok,” he shrugged. 

“No, seriously,” you said. “And it makes me feel a little dumb sometimes.”

“You are literally the smartest person I know,” Namjoon chuckled in disbelief. “So what you don’t know about theories and space? That doesn’t matter me to. The fact that you even listen to me when I’m rambling is more than enough for me.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded. “I love you for you, all of you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled before leaning over and kissing him firmly.

Jung Hoseok

You stood against a wall in the midst of the bustling album release party, swirling your drink in your hand as you watched the crowd. Hobi had been invited to Drunken Tiger JK’s latest album release party and as his girlfriend, he naturally invited you along as his date.

You’ve always known your boyfriend was a social butterfly; hell, it was how you even met him in the first place. However, seeing him make his way around the entire room and have what seemed to be the most engaging conversations with each and every person he came across made you feel a little....weird. You didn’t feel like jealous was the right word to describe how you were feeling but the more you watched your boyfriend laugh animatedly with some girls in a corner, it was the only word that you could come up with. 

“Hey!” Hobi exclaimed as he made his way over to you. “Feels like I haven’t seen you since we got here.”

“I’ve just been here, enjoying the view,” you smiled softly.

“Nah, something else has to be up,” he deduced correctly. “You’d usually be three drinks deep by now and dancing horribly.”

“Hey!”

“Just saying,” he chuckled. “Now, what’s up?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “It just takes me off guard when I see you being so...friendly.”

“Am I supposed to be a jerk?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “Never mind, forget that I said anything. It’s stupid.”

“Hey, how you feel is never stupid,” Hobi stated firmly. “I admit, I can be unaware of how things may look and though you know my intentions, you can’t help how you feel, right?”

“Pretty much.”

“So, I’ll make sure to be more mindful of that for you,” he promised. “Is that ok?”

“More than,” you smiled before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

Park Jimin

“Fuck,” you sighed heavily as you walked up the stairs towards your apartment. You had had a long and insanely busy day at work and once your shift was finally over, you basically ran out of the building before booking it to your car. 

After you took out your keys and unlocked the front door, you walked inside and shut the door behind you. As soon as you turned around though, you were met with a visibly angry looking Park Jimin. 

“Jimin-ssi?” You smiled softly. “What are you doing here?”

“Where have you been?” He demanded to know from his place on the couch and you instantly arched a brow at his tone. 

“I was at work,” you told him as you worked on taking off your shoes. “You know that.”

“Do I?” He wondered and you scoffed as you began to walk over to him. “I texted you earlier and you never responded. You always respond to me.”

“It was a busy day,” you shrugged as you sat down next to him. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Well, it is,” Jimin declared. “I always start to worry when I don’t hear from you, especially when you’re at work because you have so much going on. I can’t help it.”

“Aww Jimin-ssi,” you smiled, leaning over and pressing a soft and slow kiss to his lips that lasted a few seconds before you pulled away. “I appreciate you worrying for me and I promise, I’ll try to keep you updated as much as I can.”

“Alright,” he huffed.

“Still mad at me?” You whispered as you leaned over and began pressing open mouthed kisses against his jawline. “If you are, I can make it up to you.”

“I don’t think you can but you can try,” Jimin chuckled and you smirked knowingly. 

Kim Taehyung

“Oh my fucking God,” Taehyung gasped as you walked into the room. You had put on your best dress, per Taehyung’s instructions, for the date that the two of you were going on. 

“Like it?” You smiled as you twirled in a little circle. 

“I love it,” he nodded as he held his hand out to you, waiting until you grabbed onto it to pull your body closer to his. “You look so beautiful, Y/N-ah.”

“Thank you,” you replied before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “So, where are we going for dinner?”

“Mino’s,” Taehyung announced proudly and you couldn’t stop the way that you face fell slightly. Your boyfriend, being ever the perceptive being, noticed right away. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re always eating or going out to some fancy restaurant,” you began. “And there’s nothing wrong with that but it just seems like you fit into places like that so well and I don’t.”

“Ok, that’s fair,” he acknowledged. “But you don’t have to worry about that, you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you fit with me,” he told you, making a wide smile appear on your face. “Wherever I am is where you belong, and the same goes for me.” 

“Same here,” you whispered.

“Now, what do you think about me canceling our reservations and us having a fancy, dressed up movie and pizza night here?” Taehyung suggested. 

“Sounds perfect.”

Jeon Jungkook

“What is up with you?” Jungkook sighed, following behind you as you made your way into your bedroom. The two of you had just come from the MAMA awards, your first awards show as a couple, and you had been suspiciously silent towards the end of the show and on the ride home. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged. 

“Yeah right,” he chuckled. “You’ve been quiet and you’re never quiet so come on, tell me.”

“It’s dumb,” you mumbled as you took your heels off. “But it’s when IU was performing and you were loosing your shit.”

“I always lose my shit when IU performs,” Jungkook laughed. “And you should know, you lose your shit with me half the time.”

“No I know but when one of the cameras focused on you, it just made me feel weird.”

“Ok, what exactly did it make you feel like?”

“Do you ever regret not going for your ideal type, a girl like IU?” You questioned suddenly. “I mean, I’m nothing like her but you’re with me.”

“And that’s for a reason,” Jungkook chuckled. “Sure, you might not have been what I thought was my ideal type but it doesn’t matter because you’re everything I didn’t even realize I was looking for.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded. “I don’t know what I’d do without you baby.”

“Same here,” you smiled before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, how many rounds of sex do you want for all of the amazing wins you and the members got tonight?”

“How about 5, one for every award?” He suggested. 

“Hm, tough order but I think I can make that happen for you,” you smirked before kissing him passionately. 

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✨ consensual smut

Heya anon! Thank you so so so much for being patient with me!! I don't usually write smut that often so it does take me quite a while to do so, specially when I was already writing other things, but oh my god was this the perfect opportunity to write the nastiest thing I've written in my life. I have really no idea where this came from, I just—well, I just wanted to write it :))))))) and it's finally out.

Anyways, the warnings are: smut. straight up smut. oral, vaginal, anal, a bit of exhibitionism I believe, and yeah. Minors, do NOT interact pleaseeeee

So, without further ado, happy reading!!!

Sorcerers can be known as lonely wolves amongst the community from time to time; tending to keep to themselves, both inside and outside missions, for a wide variety of reasons.

Beginning with ego, preferring to brag about a job well done when completed by themselves (the riskier the job, the better). Saying you finished it with someone else just didn’t have the same impact.

Or… they didn’t like the competition, not like this, at least. It felt almost like cheating to “join forces”, circling back to the first point, where some would think that doing so would label them as weak, or worse, losing their ground.

And just as the story often goes, the higher the rank, the bigger the ego, and that would be the case with none other than Naoya Zen’in, who was anything but elated to hear that his next mission would be a team effort.

In other words, he’s going to be paired up with someone else. A fellow sorcerer.

You.

It wasn’t either’s fault, really. It’s just that the nature of both of your and his technique gave way to an unusual synergy.

You didn’t complain of this arrangement, being used to it due to you being more of a supportive sorcerer. If anything, this was just another Tuesday for you: same movie, different actor.

Oh, but for Naoya, this was the absolute worst.

“I’m not taking the mission” Naoya firmly declares. “So, find someone else to do it.”

You don’t say anything against Naoya’s words, for it was well known that while he didn’t like taking missions with others, he didn’t like taking missions with you. Or you in general, he just… can’t stand you. Why? No one knows, it’s just the way it is.

“But—Zen’in-sama—” his poor manager would always, always, try to rationalize with him, make him understand that every mission he’s assigned to is carefully catered to his talent, and not because they had something personal against him…

But it’s easier to move mountains that change Naoya’s opinion—and this always led him with problems with other fellow sorcerers and managers, having to profoundly apologize in his name whenever Naoya decides he’s too good for anyone else.

Thankfully, you were a good sport when it came to dealing with Naoya; since you were often paired together, you already knew how his tantrums would usually go.

Doesn’t mean you liked hearing every time.

Oh well, at least you’ve learned what to do to tune out his madness.

“It’s fine” you say. “If he doesn’t want to do it, I’ll gladly take the job myself.”

Naoya’s eye twitch.

“What, think you’re better without me?” he scoffs, it’s always your subtle arrogance that he hates the most.

“I didn’t say such thing” you responded, not bothering to look at him. “I just said that if you didn’t want to do the job, leave it to me. I’ll do it.”

“No—I’ll do it” Naoya frowns. “It’ll serve to show you how the job is done.”

The manager wasn’t happy Naoya ended up taking the mission by berating you, but… well, he was glad it worked.

And after overseeing the mission’s details one last time, your manager is the one that ends up driving the two towards the location where both would be spending the next few hours: an abandoned school just outskirts of the city.

To say that the drive there was awkward would be an understatement—it was overwhelmingly silent, tense, mostly from Naoya, who felt could be irked by the slightest mishap.

Your manager would try his best to ease this sensation, strike casual conversation by commenting on the weather, how work has been calm compared to other seasons, or how he knew that the two would finish this mission quickly, per usual fashion.

The only one answering would be you, though, in an attempt to escape this uncomfortable situation, but you were only able to do so much when Naoya’s occasional scoffs ruined the mood.

A discreet sigh of relief managed to escape your manager’s lips upon arriving, for it meant that he’d finally be freed of the crossfires of your and Naoya’s rocky relationship—he hated to desire this on you, but whatever happens from this point forward, it’s solely your issue.

“Check-ins are every hour” he reiterates. “All you need to do is—”

“Search the building, assess the amount of cursed energy, identify said energy, and get rid of any lingering curses.” You repeat, he smiles. Naoya rolls his eyes.

“Once done, just call me and I’ll pick you up.”

Aside from the irritation caused by the obvious flirting nature of your manager, Naoya was exasperated that he’d been essentially assigned to a recon mission. Why is he even considered for such things…?

“Thank you” you say, giving the manager one last nod; knowing his job to be done, the man turns around, gets into the car, and drives away.

Now alone, Naoya is the first one to voice his consistent displeasure for this arrangement.

“Let’s get this sham of a mission done.”

You remain silent as you trail him, careless if he was being followed by you or not, to the entrance, with him eventually opening the doors and stepping inside.

Naoya gives the main hallway a quick look of disdain, while well kept, the building has obviously been abandoned for quite some time. Nothing scary, not thrilling as he usually strives to partake—this really couldn’t be the worst mission of the—

“A school” you say, unsure if he knew.

“Huh?” he frowns, thoughts interrupted. He didn’t.

“This used to be a school back in the day.” You continue. “Apparently, this place has been plagued by rumors of curse sightings since forever, but it isn’t until one of those rumors was eventually linked to a gruesome incident that the principal decided to take them seriously, but it was too late; the parents were deeply upset by it and demanded the school to be closed. And that’s how it’s been since then.”

Naoya remains quiet, but his face carries a look that tells you he wasn’t interested in whatever history this place may or may not have, all he wants to do is finish and go back home.

You press your lips together, before sighing.

“From the top” Is the only thing Naoya says in response, and soon the two head to the last floor, starting to check every room from left to right. Naoya suggested that both go separately in order to cover more areas faster, but you counter by hinting that curses might know they’re there, so it was better to leave your technique set up to inform of future movements.

Naoya ends up unwillingly agreeing to your observation, staying behind as you set up a net of cursed strings, perfectly applied so that as soon as the slightest movement, disturbance, and all in between happens, you know of it.

Going through this same process through every room was tedious work by itself, enough for Naoya to slowly grow more and more irritated—but his emotions do not culminate until after you set up setting everything up and do one last checkup, coming to the realization that there was no threat to begin with.

No major cursed energy, or lingering curses. Nothing

Nada.

This whole mission had been for nothing, and all because everything was cleared before they even arrived.

And this made Naoya infuriated.

“Are you serious? We came here to an empty, ugly building that’s supposed to be filled to the brim with cursed energy, only to find out there’s literally nothing?! HQ is turning into a joke!” He hisses. “I should give them a piece of my mind when I return—who do they think they are, wasting the time of the Zen’in heir?! What are we supposed to do know?!”

He didn’t know what he was expecting as a response from you, possibly to agree with him, although you calling your manager to pick them up was very high up the list—but he can at least safely say that you gently wrapping your arms around him from behind and pulling him against you was not one of them.

An action so unexpected that it was enough to keep him silent while you rest your head against his back.

“I don’t like it when you get angry” you murmur softly. “It makes me sad.”

Any other person would’ve probably kept their distance from him, waited for him to cool down and then approach him. Or maybe never at all, depending of the severity of his words.

But that was for the majority, if not everyone else but you. Because the relationship you had with him was different, far from the fellow, heavily disliked sorcerer that has the misfortune of commonly getting paired up with him.

Oh, it was far more intimate than that. It was the reason why Naoya treated you the way he did, and why you treated him the way you did.

Why he had to act like he disliked you, like the mere thought of you was enough to make him vomit, no other woman in the world holding this privilege from him.

Because the two were dating—had been for a bit over a year now—and due to the noisy nature of their families and the prospects of their career, had to act like they didn’t.

“It’s not like I enjoy getting angry too, princess. But look at this shit show they pulled us into” he scowls, you feel him tense up a bit. “I’ve told them many times before that I don’t want these shitty missions when I’m clearly capable of doing more!”

“Not even with me?” you pout, gently squeezing him. He sighs.

“It’s nothing against you, baby” Naoya admits, placing his hands over yours. “I just can do more.”

“I know” you smile, hugging him tighter “I know you can do more.”

“What are going to do about this failure of a mission? I should report them for even putting us in something like this—”

“Actually, I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” You say, he raises an eyebrow. “Because I know why there’s nothing here to begin with.”

“And why do you know that…?”

“Because I was the one that cleared it out” you state proudly, he blinks.

“What? What do you mean you cleared it?” he frowns.

“It was easy—just had to ask my manager to inform me of any missions HQ was considering putting us together, and work from there.” You reveal. “And as soon as I knew the type of mission it was, I went ahead, cleared it up, and the rest is history.”

“How’d you get the manager to do that?” Naoya asks. “I thought we couldn’t—"

“Let’s say I’m very persuasive.” you chuckle, he frowns. “Not like that of course.”

“Didn’t look like it earlier…”

You pout.

“I just want you.” You murmur, he smirks.

“I know.”

Silence.

“So… what do we do know? What’s gonna happen to the paperwork? Or the rest of the hours…” Naoya asks, but thankfully, you’ve long anticipated all that, given the way your hands slowly trail down to the waistband of his hakama.

A gesture that unwillingly tenses him at first, before smirking.

“What’s gotten into you?” he teases, you pout.

“…What? It’s the first time we’re alone since a long time…”

“And that’s what got you in the mood?” He might be acting like he isn’t amused by your antics, like he’s above your feelings, but the reality was so different.

Naoya can admit that he wasn’t expecting this turn of events, but what he won’t deny is that he’s all for it.

You nod.

“I missed my boyfriend…” you murmur. “But I’m upset with you too.”

“Huh? What for?”

“Because of the way you were treating me. Acting like you hate me…”

“It’s just an act, baby—we can’t have them finding out our relationship.”

“You could’ve been a bit nicer.”

“I’m sorry” he chuckles, turning around to see you and your adorable face pouting at him. “Shall I make it up to you.”

You nod.

“Let me call a taxi, then. We can at least use the hours for—"

But you stop him before he can even reach for his phone, making him confused.

“I thought you wanted—"

“I can’t wait” you insist. “I need you now.”

Naoya’s eyes widen, and then, he smirks.

“I knew you were deprived—but never to this extent.”

You don’t respond, at least not with words, opting to instead pull on his collar and bring him down to face level, where you’d lips would take his into a heated kiss, your tongue moving past his lips and into his mouth, eagerly showing your desperation for him as your hands pull him even closer to you.

Naoya expresses the same sentiment by placing his arms around you, his hand on your back and the other behind your head, keeping you still but close to him—and whatever anger he had for this wrongly assigned mission is quickly discarded in favor of drowning in his desire for you.

The only reason they ever separated from the other is because of air, had this not been an issue, the two would’ve overlooked this detail and kept on like that.

However, another reason for this distance would be your needs, those that could only be met with something more than a kiss, so when you finally pull away from him, you waste no time guiding him into the next course.

“Let’s go upstairs—I know where.”

“Here?” Naoya breathes, somewhat dizzy from the kiss. You nod. “I wouldn’t call this the best place to do that.”

“I know… but I want to” you admit. “I’ve been planning this for a long time.”

“To do it on a mission?”

You bite your lip—Naoya’s cock twitches.

“You vixen…” he hisses, allowing you to take his hide and move to the stairs.

You never understood the thrill behind the exhibitionism of doing it on… anywhere, really. More so in morally correct places.

Like a school, for example, which was the most common place where you’d heard these things happen, more so when you were still a student.

Whenever professors discussed this distasteful situation amongst the class, reprimanding them in hopes of lessening their occurrence, you knew someone had recently been caught doing such a thing, which made your face scowl out of disgust, wondering who in their right mind would fuck at a high school??

And that’s what you consistently thought through your whole life… that is, until you met Naoya.

That’s when you understood why couples couldn’t keep hands off each other, no matter the place, no matter the time—and it didn’t help that Naoya was a really good lover…

So eventually, everything you did, everything you said, everything you breathed was for him.

It’s like you stopped existing all together, or more like you solely existed for him. Completely making you his.

Oh, how you loved Naoya.

And loved fucking him too.

So now that you get the thrill behind doing it in questionable places, you have a checklist of where you want to be with him. A mission just happened to be on the top of the list.

“On the second floor” you say. “We can do it there.’

“You really did plan everything, didn’t you?” he snickers, you squeeze his hand.

“I just missed you so much, Naoya…” you murmur.

“And you couldn’t wait for the weekend?”

You shake your head.

“I want you now.” You frown.

“Alright, alright—I’m all yours.”

The two eventually arrive to an abandoned classroom, one you previously disclosed as adequately prepared for your… lascivious activities, due to the desk it had. Once inside, you waste no time to push Naoya against the wall and begin to kiss him passionately yet again, with your fingers nimbly unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it to the floor before moving onto his pants, untying his belt and easing him out of the garment, leaving him with nothing but his underwear and his hardening cock.

The sight of his bulge makes you smile, finding it adorable that even the smallest of gestures could get him like this; it was flattering, really, the effect you had on your boyfriend… and it just made your desire for him grow even more.

“Y/N—” he moans against your lips, hands trailing all over your body, starting by your breasts, kneading them harshly before going down to your waistband, tugging and pulling at it as if to urge you to act. “Y/N—take off your clothes, now.”

His wish is granted soon after, with you quickly removing your skirt and tossing onto the nearby pile of clothes, giving him a sight that makes his breath hitch up to his throat.

If his cock wasn’t completely hard by your previous actions, it is now.

“You’re not wearing underwear” He breathes. “All this time, at the car—you were wearing nothing.”

“I wanted to be ready” you say. “I didn’t want to waste my time with silly things.”

“Fuck—Y/N” he laughs. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You don’t respond, instead, you get down on your knees, pulling down his boxers and taking out his cock, which now sprung completely up to life.

“Maybe” you lick your lips—his size remains impressive even after all this time. “Most definitely after this”

You wrap your hands around his throbbing member, relishing it’s warmth underneath your skin as you stroke it, eventually leaning forward, giving it a kiss before taking out your tongue and circling the tip with him.

Naoya hisses at the warm, wet sensation of your tongue teasing over and over again the head of his cock, before it moved down to the shaft, passing through the prominent vein on the underside and eventually settling at the base, where you’d fondle at his balls also giving them a kiss, before finally taking him into your mouth. 

Keeping eye contact with him was of your upmost priority when doing this, because the sight of his tightly shut eyes, clenched jaw, and the harsh grapples to your hair, always made you coo. For as much as he liked to behave arrogantly, as if he were above indulging in these pleasures, it really didn’t take much for him to succumb to your touches.

You take him deeper and deeper into your mouth, only stopping when his cock was finally nestled deep into your throat, nose touching his pelvis, and staying there as to get used to the intruding sensation.

Once you do, you do not hesitate to pull back, all the way up to the tip as you slid your tongue against his shaft, before pushing your head back down and taking him completely once more, bobbing your head up and down, loudly slurping as your tongue licked whatever on it’s way, covering his cock with a thick layer of your saliva so as to prepare him for what’s to come.

As you continued to do so, Naoya slowly began to feel more and more warm, mind going fuzzy at the sight of you earnestly devouring him, with the sounds of your slurps, or the fact that you were completely naked before him, sucking him off in a place he would’ve never once considered, highlighting your true debauched nature underneath that innocent play you always put up.

His orgasm was already on its way the moment your mouth graced his cock, been thinking of nothing but seeking his own release, grappling the back of your head and moving you to his pace of preference—but the moment you look up to him, with those damned doe eyes that always drove him crazy, is when he finally knows he’s about to cum.

So, he tightly grapples your head even further, keeping a steady speed he knows will make him cum soon enough, more so when you’re moaning and groaning, sending vibrations to his cock that just make his knees buckle, fingers dwindling their hold on you as his breath becomes ragged, more erratic, lightheartedly debating whether to finish inside the warmness of your mouth, or raunchily mark your face with his seed—one thing is for sure, no matter what he chooses, he’d loose whatever inhibitions he had left.

However, that was not something for him to decide, perhaps never was, for the moment you hear a familiar whimper from his mouth, the one that let you know he was near, you pushed your head further into him, taking his cock completely and placing your hands on his legs to keep him from moving, which he immediately tried to do when startled by your intentions.

“Y/N—Y/N” He breathes, trying his best to not completely succumb to his pleasures, but of course, that was nothing but silly dreaming of his. And in a deeper part of himself, he didn’t want to miss out on this. “I’m going to—”

It didn’t take long for him to come undone. Not when you continued to bob your head up and down his shaft, groaning and moaning at every movement, licking just where you knew he liked, making his cock twitch and then—thick spurts of his seed fill your mouth, it’s warmth briefly burning your tongue before swallowing whole, hollowing your cheeks so as to not allow any of it spill and quickly liking your lips to clean up any remnants once you free his cock from your grip.

You’d look up to him, with a flustered, expectant look that gave off the idea you were looking for approval, his commendation for a job well done, for taking him like a good girl…

Or not—

Because Naoya wouldn’t be able to say a word before you’re him back into your mouth, and wasting no time to do the same as before, bobbing your head up and down, all with the intentions of making him cum once more.

Naoya wasn’t even done coming down from the mind-numbing sensation his first orgasm gave him, before he’s already on his way for the second—and it’s here that he realizes he might’ve underestimated your lust, making him worry, for the first time in his life, what the hell is going to happen to the mission.

“Y/N—you—what’s—what’s gotten into you?!” He breathes, doing his best to distract himself from the heat and nasty slurps coming your mouth, the lewd noise of your fingers now swiftly playing with your dampened cunt, and the possibility that called your intense actions to be result of being possessed by a demon of lust—or—or something!

“The—the mission!”                                                                                                  

Naoya would whimper, not that he really cared for something he didn’t even want from the very start, but that was all he could muster in defense of the overwhelming pleasures you were giving him, causing you to slowly free his cock from your warm mouth, tip connected to your lips by a string of saliva.

“We were given 3 hours to complete this mission, weren’t we?” you breathe, licking your lips. Naoya nods. “Then we’re going to be just fine…”

If this is how it’s going to be for the next hours, Naoya isn’t so sure he’ll live to tell the tale…

But if he was being completely honest, however, the thought of being completely subdued in pleasure with the woman he loves most, alongside the unconventional place this was all partaking in, is one that has him thrilled with anticipation, a debauchery he didn’t think himself capable of ever experiencing in his life, yet here he is, proved wrong.

So, after you reassure him for the second time that day that the mission was taken care of, he completely gave himself to you.

You’d end up making him come two more times before finally freeing him of his torment, giving him one last clean, pick-up whatever traces of cum were left behind with your tongue, before giving the tip a kiss, standing up soon after and removing what was left of your clothes, the two now completely naked.

From there, Naoya seizes your lips into a heated kiss where he was able to taste both himself and you before placing his hands over your waits and guide you to the nearby desk, where he intends to take you for the first time that day.

“Turn around” he breathes in between kisses, expecting you to obey, but instead of doing so, you whine.

“No— I don’t wanna.” you pout, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kissing him again.

“Really, princess?” he smirks, loving the vivid contrast in your behavior: acting all shy as if you weren’t a complete, desperate whore seconds ago. “What do you want, then?”

“I want to ride you” you confess, and to your words, all he can do is chuckle out of amusement.

“What’s gotten into you?” he says—you’re rarely this assertive, always the one to let him take control instead (although he’s the one that pushes himself into that position, you just let him)

But now, you’re all over him, and not only that, but you seem to have a clear vision of what you want, he was only there for the ride.

And this… was so much better than he ever thought it would be.

“I missed you, baby…” you murmur, pulling him closer to you. “I missed you so, so much.”

His heart squeezes with longing at your adorableness, and the desire to please you in anything you wanted, anything you said, completely overrules any previous sentiment.

Yet, there’s another side of him that stops him from it—tells him to not comply easily.

That he could make you work for it a bit before finally indulging you, especially after the way you treated him a few moments ago. And could you blame him? It’s all in his teasing nature, to see you beg for him in the same adorable way you’ve done before.

Something he knows you also love no matter how much you complain about it.

“If you’re always going to be this needy, then maybe we should keep apart for longer—”

But his teasing stops being fun when you, instead of begging him as he was expecting to see, give him a stern frown, followed by pressing your hands against his chest and beginning to push him away, showing how annoyed you were by his “playful” suggestion, which had nothing of playful—to you, it was straight up hurtful, because you truly did miss him…

And Naoya is quick to react, giving you a soft chuckle before pulling you closer to him—you keep retaliating.

“Ah, don’t be like that princess.” Naoya coos. “You know I was just teasing.”

But you don’t respond, instead, you look away, trying to peel away from the kisses he began to place on your cheek, down to your jaw, and to your neck…

“That not—that’s not nice” you whine. “I don’t like being away from you for too long….”

“I know, I know… I can see that” he murmurs. “and feel it too.”

Naoya doesn’t give you any further warning before plunging his fingers deep into your cunt, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch your walls as much as possible, only to find himself with failure, a feeling that proved to be much sweeter than what one could imagine, for he wholeheartedly relished on the fact that the tightness of your walls barely allowed him to move his fingers, less stretch you as he initially anticipated.

If anything, all he could do was tease and rub the spots he just knows would make you come undone, which he started to prepare given the way you began to squirm and whine against him, tightly holding onto his arm as you try to move him away, make him stop, but the forming waves of your orgasm just made your mind warm, fuzzy, the closer and closer you got to your release.

“N—No—Naoya!” you gasp, closing your eyes. “I don’t—I don’t want it like this!”

“Oh, I thought you did, my love.” He teases back, fingers unrelenting. Naoya just loves seeing you getting a taste of your own medicine. “After all, you’re squeezing my fingers so tightly, you’re going to cuck them off!”

And the thought that his cock will be in the same predicament in just a few moments… it’s enough to harden him even more.

How do you even do it?

“No… please” you whine again, unwillingly clenching on his fingers. Naoya hisses.

“Then what do you want—tell me what do you want” He breathes against your ear, moving one of his fingers to your bud and teasing it, mercilessly, and this is when Naoya finally feels you’re seconds away from cumming.

“I want to ride you” you cry desperately, almost as if depriving you for one more second of your release would be your death. “I want to ride you, Naoya—please, please, please.”

And who is he to deny his princess, after she begged so nicely?

“Alright, baby” he says, freeing his fingers from your warm tightness and licking the remnants of your slick; the sudden void inside your cunt made you whine in protest, but you were swiftly quieted with a heated kiss, where he’d moan against your lips, before smiling, pulling away, and signaling the beginning of the long day ahead of him.

“I’m all yours.”

Already drunken with his presence, you waste no time guiding him onto the nearby pile of clothes, which you used to form some kind of mat for him to lay on, gently pushing him so he’d lay his back completely onto the floor before proceeding to straddle him.

Naoya’s hands rest on your hips as you begin to accommodate yourself by lightly raising your hips and grabbing his cock with your left hand, rubbing the shaft against your dampened cunt for lubrication, before aligning the tip towards your tight rim.

You were just less than a few seconds away from pushing the head of his cock into you, seconds that seemed eternal to both you and Naoya, but even when completely captivated by your hypnotizing pleasures, your boyfriend was still able to remember one last caution, snapping out of the alluring sight of his cock millimeters away of entering your cunt and using his hands to stop you in place, an action that made the impatient you frown and look to him in turn.

“Baby—the condom” Naoya explains. And while he’s loved the idea of fucking you raw for as long as he could remember, he wasn’t ready for the risks that came after.

But just as you hinted, you had meticulously prepared everything for this evening, down to the smallest details—and there was nothing that would ruin it. Not even the scare of a baby.

“I’m on the pill” you murmur, moving your hips against him. Naoya groans. “Today, I only want your cum to be inside me—whether on my mouth, pussy… Or ass”

Truly, he must’ve died and gone to heaven.

“You’re amazing.” He whispers, before hissing when you finally decide to sit down on him, plunging the head of his cock past your tight rim and into your warm walls, groaning as his member is now completely engulfed in dizzying tightness of your cunt, slowly stretched as he moves deeper and deeper, until he’s bottomed completely, nestling just by your cervix.

Once he felt he’s gotten as profound as he could, Naoya sighs, tossing his head back and enjoying how you slowly begin to jump up and down his cock, as if testing the speed, before finding a pace of your liking and committing to it—his hands, while resting on your hips, do nothing to control you, instead he just lets you guide him through your pleasure, letting you use him as your own personal sex toy, while taking care of his pent up stress caused by this stupid mission and other endeavors.

His mind turns into a blur at the sight of your tits bouncing before him, which he didn’t take long to take a hold of, fondling and pinching to his liking which in turn caused you to moan louder, barely overcoming the lewd noises of your skin slapping against him, which he knew would’ve made him cum instantly had he gotten the fortune of seeing your ass bouncing before him instead.

But what he gets is good too, specifically your contorted face, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape and letting out your lovely voice, which sweetly whined and moaned his name whenever his cock hit that sensitive spot, and as loud as your heart desired for there was no one around to hear.

“I’m going to run out of a name, my love” Naoya would still find it in him to tease you, even when you relentlessly continued to bounce over him. And on the same note, he would still overestimate the neediness in your actions, given the way you’d respond, hazily looking down to him.

“I love you.” You murmur, leaning into his face for a kiss, which he obliges all too happily. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You’d chant between kisses, squeaking every so often when he plunges his hips upwards, directly ravaging your sensitive spot.

“You’re so adorable, Y/N” He breathes, continuing to rut against you. “So pretty, so cute—How did manage to get so lucky?”

His words seem to have a positive effect on you, as seen with the tightening of your walls and the loudness of your moan while hastily moving against him, up and down his cock to achieve that ecstatic rush, that sensation that makes your head go blank and your vision white.

“Nao—Naoya—” you stammer, gasping as you lean back up while continuing to jump on him. “Naoya—I’m—I’m almost—"

“I know, baby—I know” he hisses, having felt your orgasm building up long ago by the way your hips sloppily moved against him, the hindering of your fingers intertwined with his, and of course, the drunken look on your face, slightly crossed eyed, cheeks flustered, evidently made from nothing but pleasure.

The perfect excuse to tease you—he just had to.

Thus, he presses his hands deeper into your hips, with such force that manages to stop you from moving, keeping you still no matter how much you tried, much to your dismay.

“Naoya” You try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but his sly smirk tells you all. “Stop it—please.”

“What? I’m not doing anything” he says. “You keep doing you, baby—”

“Stooop iiiiit!!” you whine once more, trying to remove his hands, but his fingers only dent deeper into your skin. “Naoya! I want to cum!”

“I’m not stopping you” he chuckles. “Come on—show me how much you want to cum.”

Pressing your lips together, you frown.

If he’s going to play like that, then you guess you could give him a taste of his own medicine, see how he likes being teased too.

“I don’t want it anymore” you say. “I’m leaving—you can get off by yourself!”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N—"

“I don’t care” you interject. “And while you stay here, I’m going out there to find someone that will fuck me good—maybe even better…”

Oh.

Oh.

Is that how you’re going to play? Oh, you’ve done it now.

“Excuse me?” Naoya frowns. “What did you just say?”

“I’m going to find someone that will give me what I want.” You continue, a bit satisfied by the anger showing in his face—he didn’t like it so much now, did he? “Whenever I want it, and when I want it.”

“Oh, is that so?” he murmurs darkly. “That’s what you’re going to do? Find another man to fuck you?”

“Yes, I am—so if you excuse, I have to fi—”

You don’t even know how or when Naoya gained control over you, only that you were now on his position, with your back laying against the ground, legs raised over his shoulders and pressed against your torso while his arms encased you, all whilst looking down at you with such fury in his eyes that lets you know you’ve personally offended him.

“Do you think anyone else can do what I do?!” He hisses. “Think anyone can fuck you as I do? Make you cum as I do?!”

He’s asking as if he’s searching for a response, but you both knew he wasn’t, not when he began to plunge deep into your cunt once again, fast, deep, like a mad man completely lost in both his lust and anger, berating you once again.

“You’re wrong” He groans, huffing as his skin slaps against yours, keeping you closer, tighter, and beneath him. “You’re wrong Y/N—you’re mine.”

You moan, tightening at his words.

“You’re wrong—all of you is mine, you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!” Naoya groans, completely in trance for the warmth of your pussy and the anger in his mind, the jealousy, for the barest notion of you being out there with someone else was enough to do so—he wouldn’t allow it. Couldn’t allow it, you’re his and only his.

And he—he would die if it weren’t that way.

“Naoya—” you cry, his harsh ministrations managing to bring tears out from your eyes, but far from being those of pain, it was nothing but pure pleasure, as if you haven’t been losing yourself to that sensation moments ago,

There was just something of his possessiveness that always drove you to the edge, his dominance which you could never fight, allowing him to stretch your cunt in ways you didn’t think possible, ravaging your cervix as quickly, yet painfully good, in an unrelenting way you just had to take it.

And you loved it.

Naoya thought he’d gotten control of you, but really, you played him like a fiddle; knew what buttons to push, what words to say to rile him up.

In your defense, though, you didn’t like how arrogant he was being, more so after disclosing how much you missed him, past the way he was actively avoiding you even if it were to keep up appearances.

Besides, you doubt he’s going to care that much after this, considering the way he’s plummeting against you.

“Yeah—say my name” he groans against your ear, pushing your legs deeper towards your chest, keeping you there to treat you like a toy, his own cumdump, and nothing more. “Say the name of the one that’s making you cum, whore!”

“Na—Naoya~” you whine with each thrust, a surge of hotness washing over your body at the lewd name. Any other moment you would’ve refuted him, but here, like this—yeah, you were his whore.

The only one.

“Naoya, Naoya! I’m—It’s so—It’s so good! I’m going to cu—”

“Take it” he hisses, leaning impossibly closer to you—and you feel as if you’re about to pass out. “Take what I give you—take my cum—take me, take me!!”

The desperation on his voice, alongside the subtle twitch of his cock and the sloppiness of his hips tell you his very, very close to his orgasm.

The louder his groans, the hotter his breath felt against your ear, the more you shivered underneath him, and when he hits that one angle, you tightly close your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, whimpering his name one last time and then— your mind goes blank.

Naoya cums, spilling his warm, sticky seed as far and deep as he could into your cunt, coating every inch of your walls as he fills you to the brim—a sensation that only heightens your orgasm, eyes dizzy and mouth agape as your walls tighten once more, letting the waves of your release numb your body, all while he keeps you in place, forcing you to take all of him, just as he promised.

It might’ve been his 4th load of the day, but Naoya still felt like there was so much he could give, especially after seeing you like this, prettily sprayed out underneath him, taking his seed like a good girl while you proclaim your love for him, chanting it as some kind of mantra that would kill you if you didn’t continue to do so, even for the briefest of seconds…

Could he really be blamed if he desired to continue, after seeing all this? Besides, this was barely the minimum to make up for the weeks you’ve spent apart from him, he needed much more than that.

After coming down from the haze of his orgasm, Naoya gives you one last look before smiling.

Naoya wasn’t lying when he asked how he’d gotten so lucky to find a partner as perfect as you; he just… couldn’t believe that he had managed to find his better half in this life, or at all, when he once considered himself to be a skeptic in these matters.

But he did. Naoya found the one that would accept him as he was, with his defects, his faults, his virtues, and achievements. Someone that would look at him lovingly, even after ravaging them, and still seek for their affection, just as you were doing right now by weakly reaching for his lips and softly kissing him—undoubtedly reeling in the aftereffects of your first orgasm of the day.

…

…

…

Yes.

There’s no denying it, he had to admit it now.

The fact that even though you were the first one to declare how much you missed him, and planned all this as consequence of such, he was the one that missed you the most, and was ecstatic to hear that the main thing that kept the two apart would finally bring them together.

Oh, how he hated it when his duties as sorcerer came in between the two. How he also had to act like he didn’t care for you, show disdain at the mere mention of your name, see how others wished to pursue something more intimate with you, and not be able to tell them you were already his.

There’s not a single day he doesn’t think about you.

In fact, you’re all he ever thinks about—you.

You.

You.

“I love you” overflowing with affection for you, he eventually murmurs, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you, Y/N.”

You give him a soft smile, heart flourishing upon hearing the words you’ve always wanted to hear from him—the things that he’d only disclose when in the confines of your arms, away from the prying eyes of the world, and just between the two.

“I love you too, Naoya.” you whisper back, softly kissing him.  And something about your soft gesture, the tenderness behind your voice or the way your cunt twitched ever so lightly, immediately springs his cock back to life, wasting no time to slowly rutting his hips against you once again, making you whine in turn for you were still sensitive past your orgasm…

But that didn’t matter, not when you’ve already lost all inhibitions, allowing yourself to dive into the pleasure the man you love was giving you, and forgetting the world around you.

Naoya would take you once more in that position before moving you to your knees, amongst his favorite ways to take you, where he’d be able to knead and slap your ass to his liking, marking it bright red to the point where he’d knew you’d have issues doing the simplest of tasks such as sitting down—but it’s ok, he reassures you, he’s going to make it up to you just the way you begged him to; starting by filling you with his cum over and over again.

He'd didn’t want to move from this position, certainly not after seeing how eagerly you were throwing your hips back to him, putting up a pace even he considered to be unusual for you, but he doesn’t fight it, if anything, he allows you to take lead  it’s the least you deserve after treating his cock so nicely, squeezing it just how he likes it, or frantically keeping it warm as given the way you’d reach for his cock whenever it would accidentally slip out of your cunt, quick to put it back in and continue.

“Aren’t you the desperate one?” He laughs, his right hand loudly smacking your ass as he continued to plunge his hips against you, the sharp pain makes you moan, but not falter in your pace. If anything, you just go faster. “What? You’re too fucked dumb to answer me now?”

“Naoya—Naoya please” you whine, eyes closed, tears falling down your cheeks, thinking in nothing but the way his cock stretches and fills you deliciously, rubbing all the right places not even your fingers would dream of achieving. “I want to cuuummmm!”

Wanting to take you up on your offer, Naoya then moves to your ass. He begins by down before him, ass up, allowing him to place his fingers right into your tight hole, stretching and teasing to ease the pain he knows you’re going to feel in the beginning.

And while you were delighted that he was doing so, in more ways than one, it wouldn’t take long before his good-natured intentions began to frustrate you, specifically because he seemed to be leaning more into the teasing side of things, doing so for what you considered an eternity.

“Hurry up, Naoya!” you’d whine, moving your hips to denote desperation, but he just chuckles.

“I don’t want to hurt my princess’ ass.” He says, curling his fingers inside you and making you gasp. “Who’s going to keep my cock warm if Ido?”

“You can—you can always use my pussy….” You breathe, and he has to stop himself from—wait. Does he even have to?

“You’re a whore, did you know that?” Naoya smirks, spreading one of your cheeks as he finally presses the tip against your rim.

“Yes—but only your whore.”

Even as malicious as Naoya can be, more so after the way you teased him and the hypnotic state the pleasures of your body put him under, he was still able to contain himself while moving into your ass, showing his gentleness—always reserved for you, of course— by leaning forward and kissing your cheek whenever you groaned out of what he considered discomfort, patiently moving his cock alongside your walls, letting you get used to the sensation, while asking you if you were ok.

“Does it hurt?” He’d whisper, kissing you softly.

“N—no…” you murmur back, instinctively squeezing his cock. “I’m ok.”

And the cute way you respond makes him smile, giving you one last kiss before pushing deeper and faster into your ass once you tell him you’re ready to continue.

He keeps a steady pace, one that makes both see stars, specifically Naoya who has yet to make sense as to how could you possibly squeeze him so tight, but keeping him rooted in reality, enough to hold you close to him, reassuring you it was fine whenever you whined, or praising you for being a good girl and taking him whole, like you always did.

Naoya ends up losing count of how many times he’s cum by that point, and you didn’t care to keep count either, for all that both could care about was staying as close as possible, until neither knew where one began and the other ended.

Both just wanted to think of each other, of their body, their warmth, the safety they felt when together, as well as the passion of their desires—their adoration.

The thought that the two were perfect for one another, in more ways than one, was constant, but today, it was nothing but clear.

It’s all that resonated inside Naoya’s mind as he thrusted deep inside you. Not even the need for a break was enough to sway him away from it, even after going at it for hours, forgetting to do the hourly check-in’s they were supposed to do—and that was nothing but the fault of the lewd sight before him, of his cum having filled you to the brim to the point that whenever he moved his cock drops would flood past your rim.

The rest of the world could burn, for all they cared, but as long as they had each other, that’s all they needed. That’s all they wanted—

He doesn’t think he can do it anymore.

Deny his feelings any longer, not when he’s given this, relentlessly, lovingly; a warmth that made him feel at ease whenever near, wanting nothing but to be in your arms, see your face, hear your voice.

Feeling himself become delirious if you’re not there, to the point of throwing everything overboard if he doesn’t get to see you soon.

These weeks were pure agony, and Naoya doesn’t want to handle that kind of pain anymore. Not when he can feel like this, every day, for the rest of his life.

Even as weeks passed, his sentiments to you remained the same. Unbudging, if only growing stronger…

You were his heart, his home…

And perhaps… it was time to let you know.

So, while holding you tight, in place, and against him, Naoya would cum one more time, softly groaning against your ear before moving to your lips, where he’d catch them into a tender kiss, eventually revealing the desire that has been on his mind for a while, but only now was his heart ready to disclose.

“Marry me.” He’d murmur, his tone gentle, sweet, hinting nothing but the truth behind his words—

Yet, caught by surprise, all you could do is freeze against him, tensing underneath his hold as you wondered if you heard wrong—or perhaps… correctly?

“Wh—what?” you whisper, as if afraid to have heard wrong… or perhaps, correctly?

“Marry me, Y/N. Move in with me” he breathes, giving you another kiss. “And marry me.”

“Naoya…” you murmur, but too enthralled in his excitement, he continues to ramble on.

“Come with me to the estate, or we can buy an apartment—it doesn’t matter. But don’t leave me alone anymore. I can’t—I can’t live without you any longer. So please, marry me.” Naoya begs while his face on the crook of your neck, as if embarrassed, but eagerly waiting for your answer.

But instead, he’s received with silence, alongside the acknowledgment of the tension of your body against him, and the undeniably lack of excitement he thought you’d have for his words, for he believed you’d feel the same, and such, he slowly began to realize that maybe he should’ve kept it to himself.

There was a reason why he was afraid of being disappointed, after all, and why you hadn’t said anything of the like before.

If you wanted to marry him, perhaps you would’ve let him know by now. But you hadn’t, and now, he asks himself why he ignored his instincts for something so fleeting, ruining what little time both had for one another.

“Forget it, Y/N.” He begins, pulling away from you. “I shouldn’t have said that. It was uncalled for, something at the heat of the moment, I didn’t mea—"

“Do you… mean it?” you begin, low as a whisper, but loud enough for him to stop. He could hear the fear in your voice, his heart squeezing with sadness, making him feel even more guilty. “Do you really… want to marry me?”

“I never knew I wanted something so much… until I met you.” Naoya immediately says, in his usual fashion to see you happy, more so when seeing the corners of your eyes begin to tear up—whether remnants of previous activities, of because of this surprise… he doesn’t care, he’s quick to cup your face and softly kiss them away. “I love you, Y/N. And I want to spend the rest of my days with you.”

“Are you… sure?” You ask, a hesitance that reflects fear of being hurt, or that this was nothing but a dream; too good to be true.

But if there’s one thing you’ve come to know about Naoya, is that even in his playful nature, he’d never, ever lie to you. Less with the intention of hurting you. Not when he’s already told you over and over again, that you’re the love of his life.

“I mean it. I mean all of it.” He’d reassure you, thumbs swiping your tears. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and the next one, and the one after that, if you allow me.”

You tried to find any hint of deceit, anything that might indicate he was lying; but as mentioned before, Naoya is a man that holds no fear when it comes to being assertive, and as all that surrounds you, he’s nothing but honest.

“So please” He murmurs as he slowly begins to rut against you once again, pressing his lips against your neck and making your breath hitch. “Marry me.”

You moan, beginning to feel pressure building up in your cunt for the nth time as he continues to chant the words you’ve longed to hear since the moment you knew he was your soulmate.

“I love you, Y/N’ he breathes, clenching his teeth as the buildup of his orgasm comes far earlier than he anticipated, perhaps it was the sensibility of this tender moment, or because you just had something that drove him crazy; but he doesn’t give it much attention, nor does he care how many times he’s cum or how much he’s got left. All that matters is being with you, close, like this—and the notion that this might be a permanent thing now, if you so desired it. “Marry me, my love.”

That he’ll come back from a long day of work to the home the two will build, and you’ll be there, waiting for him, as loving and adorable as you always are, ready to ease his sorrows away.

“I love you.”

Naoya ends up coming inside you at the thought, all whilst holding you tightly against him, taking in your scent, while you remain still arms wrapped around him and taking one more load, which you thought to be impossible since your tummy felt full beyond capacity, proven right when his seed begins to drip out your cunt and beneath you, a clear fault against your condition; but a minor complaint when it comes to what just happened.

You just wanted to focus on the man who just disclosed his desires to be with you… and telling him that you want the same thing.

“I do.” You whisper back, this time, you cup his face. “I want to marry you—I love you.”

And so, you seal your compromise to him by wrapping your arms around him and kissing him; your cunt equally holding onto him as his cock twitches a few more time, letting out the last spurs of his seed.

A sensation that warms your heart when you imagine that one day, you’d be doing the same thing in hopes of having a child.

But for now, you’d both continue to enjoy each other’s bodies, now with another level of adoration and anticipation for the future, until of course, Naoya decided it was time to be the responsible one, much to his dismay for he would’ve liked to not be, when said future begins to concern him—specifically, how long has it been since the two started.

“What—what time is it?” Naoya breathes, taking a deep breath as he lays beside you, resting as he slowly comes down from his nth bliss that day; he’d been in a constant state of fuzziness, it’s a mystery how he even thought of anything but you.

“I don’t know…” you murmur back, following him by placing your head over his shoulder, draping one of your arms around him and sighing contently. “But it’s still not enough for me…”

“Princess, as much as I’d like to stay inside you all day, we need to get back.” He says, you pout.

“Do we really?”

“I never thought I’d say this myself, but we have… duties to tend to.” You sigh again.

“Fine, I guess you’re right, but… we can’t leave like this.” You say, and the devilish smirk on your face passes undetected to him. “We need to get cleaned up.”

“What do you propose?”

It was quite easy, and nothing Naoya could disagree to at first, until he eventually realized this was just an extension of your lust, not willing to let him go just yet—but even then, he complied.

You’d have him lay down on the floor again this time, giving him a quick peck before you carefully hovered over him, adjusting yourself in a way that set his cock right before you while you pussy faced his. Once ready, you began to lower yourself over him in a position that easily allowed his tongue to tease your walls, while you, his cock.

Naoya slightly shudders when you take his cock in your mouth once again, beginning to do what you claimed to be cleaning, although he knew better than that, specifically by the way you’d lick the edge between the tip and his shaft, the areas you knew as sensitive, and how he ends up coming not so long after that.

“I thought you were supposed to be cleaning me.” He breathes; Naoya might be “annoyed” by your deceiving act, but it’s nothing but a hypocritical act for he ends up making you cum as well. “You’re just getting me dirtier.”

“Re—Really?” you whine, instinctively clenching your walls against his tongue by your orgasm. “Try not to get hard then…”

“That’s impossible” he says, clenching his teeth when your tongue licks that same vein that was always have him grow sensitive. “Not when I have my slutty wife’s cunt in front of me.”

At his words, you moan, unknowingly pressing your pussy into his face, making him grab your hips instead and keep you there, moving his tongue deeper into you and inciting another orgasm out of you.

Neither you nor Naoya know how they’re going to make it to the rest of the day, feelings virtually sucked dry by their strenuous actions, yet unwillingly to let go of the other; seems like the two were far more pent up than initially disclosed.

But even then, neither considered too bad—specially Naoya, who was thrilled by the notion that you would have to dress up in your uniform once again, head back to headquarters with your pussy filled with his cum, and with nothing, not even some panties to hold his seed from sliding down your thighs.

It certainly doesn’t make him want to “clean” your cunt as initially planned, not when it twitched so beautifully before him, as if teasing him, his seed overflowing past your rim, evidence of the countless times he marked you as his.

Well, he guesses he could reward her for her arduous work instead, succumbing to do so by beginning to softly kiss it, relishing on the combined flavor of his seed and your slick, a taste that immediately has him moaning, cock hardening as well. 

You moan too upon feeling his cock harden inside your mouth, instinctively pushing your hips deeper into him, completely smothering him.

“Naoya—” you breathe, pulling away from his cock once his tongue graces a sensitive side of your walls that has you clenching on him. “Naoya—”

He only groans in response, particularly louder than before, coarser too, which only makes you feel prouder, hotter, as if he were enjoying himself even more than before. Did this really have to stop?

“Ah, yes, Naoya—” you whine, curling your toes. “Right there—Naoya, right—There!”

And your beloved future husband obliges, prodding and pushing his tongue just where you wanted, how you wanted it, pushing you closer to your release while greatly relishing your taste, as you imagined so due to the incessant, loud groans he was giving you. It was such your enjoyment for both your and his pleasure, that the need to turn around and see him began to overrule your senses.

You definitely want to lose the adorable face he must be having right now, didn’t want to miss this type of intimacy after being so far apart from one another; so without much time to waste, you give up on his cock, giving his shaft one last lick and the tip a quick kiss before licking your lips clean and leaning back, carefully to not hurt him as he kept eating you out, until you felt safe enough to turn around and see him.

The anticipation was killing you, you wanted to see him! But… just as you raised your dizzy eyes, thanks to the orgasm he was able to put you through that every moment, something before you catches your attention, temporarily hindering your movements as you attempted to focus your vision…

Running cold when you finally manage to see what it was, completely petrified when realizing the following revelations: one, that the groans you once believed came from Naoya and his undisputable enjoyment didn’t come from him, but rather, someone else.

And two, that the place was not as curse-free as you previously proudly assessed.

In other words, the one groaning had been a curse all along (Whether it had been aware of your activities from the very start, or just noticed it, you don’t know.) But most importantly, you’ve let your guard down and now placed both in danger, delicately so, since the two were in a very, very vulnerable position!

All sense of lust you had for Naoya quickly disappeared into thin air, now replaced with the urgency of leaving the goddamn classroom and getting him into safety.

“Naoya” you fret, trying to move, but he keeps you in place by the tight hold of his hands on your body. Great! “Naoya!”

“Yeah—yeah I know” he groans, completely consumed by your cunt—any other moment, you would’ve loved this, but now—this wasn’t the right time! “Keep squeezing my tongue, baby. You’re so cute when you—”

“No, Naoya!” you squeal. “It’s not that!”

Naoya has heard you scream a plethora of ways, most of them of his authorship—but even when this tone was scarce, he was still able to recognize it as one he did not want to hear from you ever in his life, certainly not like this, on the moment you should’ve been feeling nothing but worshiped.

So, alarms quickly begin to ring in his head, finally lifting his attention from your ass to you, wondering what could’ve put you in such a rush, eyes widening when finding out soon after.

“Y/N!” he gasps. Naoya doesn’t bother to ask why, or how such thing appeared before you, instead he focuses on maneuvering you off him and keeping you away from the imminent danger, swiftly using his technique to do just that.

Once Naoya completely exorcizes the curse out of existence, he was finally able to focus on you, regaining his breath as he tried to calm down the commotion.

“Are you ok?” he asks, to which you hesitate to respond at first, but you eventually nod.

“Yeah—I’m… I’m ok.” You breathe, trying to fight off the guilty beginning to settle into your heart; the one caused by the mere miscalculation of your surveillance. “But—"

Or worse, how you now compromised this area and mission, simply because you were too excited to see Naoya again…

“But the—the mission—I—what have I done?” you gasp, clasping your hands over your mouth once guilty finally roots itself in your mind. “Oh, Naoya—what did I—"

“Don’t worry about it” Naoya quickly intervenes, hating to see you like this, quickly wrapping his arms around you to take away your concerns. As stated before, he didn’t care about how the cursed spirit came to be, he just worried about your safety. “Sometimes curses can pass undetected, even to the most talented of sorcerers.”

“But I’m—I’m supposed to be one of the best!” you fuss. “How—why—”

“What matters is that we’re both ok.” Naoya reassures once again, and with enough insistence, you begin to take deep breaths, finally calming down, at least… a bit more.

“Oh, Naoya… what are we going to do now?” you still manage to fret. He chuckles.

“Well… we ought to leave by now, shouldn’t we?” He says, and you press your lips together, frowning as you wondered how he could be so… at ease?

“But the mission… I filed—”

If there’s another thing you can count on (and shouldn’t forget so easily), is that Naoya always has a solution for everything. Perks of being a Zen’in, one supposes.

“I’ll worry about that” he says. Nothing money can do if that’s the case. “And instead… you can worry about our wedding.”

“Our wedding? But how could I—” you suddenly go quiet as color of your skin returns, but this time, a flustered bright red, as if finally remembering the shocking advancement that occurred today. “Our wedding…”

After a few seconds of thought and acknowledgement, you can finally enjoy the nice ring it has to it.

Our wedding. You repeat. In due time, you’ll be his wife and he’ll be your husband. Taking his name as you’d begin to live together… undoubtedly preparing for the future both will build the children you’re going to have…

If that’s the case, a simple mission does seem a bit redundant to this fact, but even then, you couldn’t help but worry—

“I have ways.” Is all that he says when noticing the slightest turmoil in your face. “I know they’re not the best, but for this occasion I think it can be… forgivable.”

“…are you sure?”

“Didn’t want you finding out like this, but I’ve done worse.” He says.

“Like in Sendai?”

“Yes, like in Sen—Huh?! Who told you that?!”

“I dunno.” You shrug. “I just said a random city, you’re the one that snitched on yourself.”

“Ah, hahahah, don’t act all smart on me, princess. You heard something, didn’t you?”

You shrug again, smiling.

“Y/N!”

“Let’s just hope that your skills in hiding things are better this time, my beloved husband.” You chuckle, and the nickname makes his heart skip a beat.

“You’re lucky you’re so adorable.” Naoya says, you chuckle, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips. “But yes, I’ll do my best to keep this hidden… we might only need to get creative to make up for the… six hours we’ve been away.”

Your concerns return. “Do you think we’ll be able to pull this off?”

Naoya still wants to show off.

“Of course, have you forgotten who your beloved husband is?” He smirks. “My love, the Zen’in name holds an amount of power no other family can compare to, not even the Gojo’s—so don’t worry about anything. In fact, I think that finding an excuse might not even be necessary; we’ll just say there was a curse of higher grade that managed to pass undetected, we dealt with it, and that’s it.”

“Sounds simple… do you think it’ll work?”

“Told you, didn’t I?” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “There’s nothing a Zen’in can’t do—and you’ll know so soon enough once you become one too.”

Y/N Zen’in.

… yeah, it has a nice ring to it. You wouldn’t mind being called that from now on.

“So don’t worry your pretty little head about anything—your husband will take care of it. Until then, worry about our wedding, or where you want to go after this…”

“A hotel.”

“You’ll be the death of me.”

If… headquarters didn’t get to him first.

“—what do you mean there was a curse?” Your assistant frets upon receiving your updated report, one that is intended to work as a patch to the one you previously filed. A rare occurrence in your career, for you were known to be meticulous, nothing ever escaped your gaze, not that common in Naoya, but he believed that since you were on the case, this would’ve been easily dealt with!

So… why was it different this time?

“I thought you said there weren’t any!”

“There wasn’t” you respond. “At least… when I checked first.”

“Things like this happen.” Naoya intervenes, doing his best to not lash out completely for he hated how you were being treated right now.

“I—I get it, it happens” he stammers, quick to sense the threatening aura coming from Naoya and composing themselves, sighing. “I guess what surprises me is that it took you six hours to realize that. But also, there’s a lot of things that don’t add up!

First, as soon as the two called the sighting of a higher-grade curse, we began an investigation… only to find out that there weren’t any remnants of cursed energy to match a curse of said level. In fact, there was nothing at all, as you initially said, Y/N!

From there, if you were truly fighting this curse as long as you did, you would’ve died. No one can go on that long without, well, facing repercussions! Yet here you are…

Just—please, be honest with me if you want me to help you. What where you two doing during all that time?!”

Your eyes and Naoya’s quickly dart to one another, bearing a look that told the other this turned out to be far bigger than they expected, certainly out of the norm for the heir who was bragging of their seemingly untouchable status.

But even then, neither worried, because they knew that once their relationship was made public, your assistant would be able to place the pieces together on their own. It’s going to be anything but obvious when it does.

“So?” He insists. “What were you two doing?”

Better keep it a surprise, then. Oh, how Naoya wants to see his face the moment he finds out you've been fucking him all this time, and to believe he really thought he had a chance with you...

“Nothing.” you eventually say, a smile on your face. “Just… catching up.”

[watcherintheweyr]

'Rhaenyra is a bad mom bc she knowingly gave birth to bastards and she knew how much danger they'd be in!!!!'

1. She had no way of knowing those babies wouldn't pop out looking exactly like her, beforehand. And unfortunately she couldn't stop at Jace. The throne needed an heir. Driftmark needed an heir. And a spare was needed as well, given the sheer rate of Targaryen children dying untimely deaths.

2. She had to provide heirs to the throne, and to Driftmark. If she hadn't, society wouldn't have blamed Laenor, they would have blamed her- which makes her position even more unstable, bc then she 'can't fulfill a woman's duty' so why would men think her 'able' to fill a 'man's role' by ruling the kingdom? And she and Laenor tried. He was either unable (meaning infertile or impotent, or unable to get it up), or unwilling. (And they did try. We dont know what they tried but Rhaenyra is shown to be clever in the show so honestly i have no doubt she attempted what Margaery suggested with Renly.) Laenor was in on the entire thing. He was aware of every part of this. He wasn't duped, he wasn't cuckholded- it was a plan greenlit by him, bc this way he and Rhaenyra would both have their heirs and a family. This cannot in any way shape or form be compared to Cersei cuckholding Robert (fuck Robert Baratheon tho), seeing as Robert was **not** at all aware that his children weren't his, and wouldn't have been OK with that.

Either way- she chose not to maritally r*pe her husband and put him through more trauma after it was clear their attempts weren't working. Yall are always so upset for Alicent (rightfully so, bc show!alicent was maritally raped, even if it wasn't considered as such in that time), but you... WANT Rhaenyra to do that to Laenor? Hello???

[And no. Rhaenyra did NOT rape or coerce Criston Cole. The actors, writers, and directors have all stated their sex was consensual and 'an act of love.' It was Rhaenyra going to someone she felt close to and trusted after feeling abandoned and unwanted and betrayed. In that scene you literally watch, as after Cole tells Rhaenyra to stop undressing herself, she moves aside so she isn't blocking his way to the door. The director states that the moment they show Cole folding and setting down his cloak was him choosing his desire over his oaths. And Criston Cole has known Rhaenyra since she was 14. He knew damn well the sort of person she was- and she was not the person who would have harmed him for saying no. She was an intoxicated and emotionally vulnerable 19 year old- Criston was in his late 20s to early 30s. And it's explicitly stated in ep.9 that the ONLY person a Kingsguard cannot refuse is the king. In ep.7 Criston disobeys a direct order from Alicent when she wants him to mutilate Lucerys. Criston Cole was not assaulted. Stop trying to assign Aegon's sins to Rhaenyra so that you can feel better for supporting him.]

3. In the books, the rumors of their bastardry at large halted when all of Rhaenyra's boys' cradle eggs hatched. The ONLY people who continued to try and raise issue were the core green faction. But the realm at large *did not give a fuck* why? Because every actually relevant party claimed those boys. Repeatedly and without flinching. Laenor claimed and loved those boys even face to face with Alicent's bullshit. Corlys claimed and love those boys- he was proud of them, and it's been stated by the actor in the show that Luke was his favorite- that given the... events of ep.10, Corlys will be out for blood. And Viserys repeatedly insisted upon their legitimacy- because Laenor and Corlys claimed them, because he knew that by forcing Rhaenyra to marry Laenor in order to repair the damage his insults caused House Velaryon, that he had backed her into a corner.

Rhaenyras boys are remembered to history as Velaryon. Even **Green supporters** noted that they were good, capable, intelligent, and **worthy** princes. That their deaths were unfortunate *for the realm.*

Legally, those boys are legitimate. They cannot be proven illegitimate without Laenor renouncing them, and he never did. Furthermore, trying to declare children illegitimate due to their appearance is a stupid, dangerous precedent. The fact that it's people who have no ties to House Velaryon pushing these rumors and pushing for disinheritance makes it even worse, because they're meddling in the succession of a House that *is not theirs.* if that became a standard, imagine the feuds and conflicts that would erupt- lords pushing for the children of rivals to be declared illegitimate all for the sake of trying to grasp and steal land, power, and influence as a norm? The realm would tear itself apart. Not to mention the sheer danger that would place women in, in Westeros.

Furthermore, even whilst usurping her, even while calling her children bastards, the Greens also imply Laenor's homosexuality was inherited by the Velaryon princes- that they would use Rhaenyra's 'promiscuity' and Laenor's 'predilections' to turn the Red Keep into a brothel- ironic, considering that's more what Aegon would've done. So even while claiming that Rhaenyras children are bastards that shouldn't inherit, they try to state that what the boys inherit or learn from Laenor makes them unfit for the throne. They can't keep their own damn story straight- because their usurpation was never about what is moral, what is right, or the greater good. It was about greed. Power. Sexism.

It doesn't matter what those boys looked like, especially seeing as Rhaenys had dark hair in the books. What matters is that Corlys and Laenor and Viserys claimed them and declared them legitimate, and that they **never** deviated from that.

As for Vaemond, he was a second son. And he waited until Corlys and Viserys were dying and too ill to stop him to make a grasp for power. Youre not supposed to look at that and feel hes in the right. Youre supposed to look at that and see a man consumed by greed, and literally trying to bury Corlys' will and intentions before the man is even in a grave. He was NEVER Corlys' heir- he just wanted power. It wasn't about his House, or their legacy, it was about him.

(And before yall start shit about Rhaenyras boys stealing Laena's girls' inheritance... Rhaena and Baela are *TARGARYEN*. Not Velaryon. Their claim was to the throne or to any holdings in Daemon's name. NOT to Driftmark.)

Rhaenyras boys being betrothed to Rhaena and Baela tied up any issue of 'Velaryon blood.' Baela would have been queen consort of the seven kingdoms at Jace's side, and they very clearly adored one another in book and show. Rhaena would have been Lady of the Tides- which she never would have had a chance for, without Rhaenyra (and Laena) making those betrothals. She and Luke were also canonically very close- and in show she's very encouraging of him whenever he looks nervous or uncertain. They had a bond.

Rhaenyra stole nothing. She gave those girls more. And she loved them- they were the only daughters she got to have, seeing as the Greens treachery caused the early death of baby Visenya. If she hadn't loved them, she wouldn't have trusted Rhaena to look after Joffrey or give her Morning's egg from Syrax. She wouldn't have immediately invited both girls to the table when she was queen, which is something her father did not do for her until much, much later. He allowed Rhaenyra's voice to be silenced too often when she was first made heir. Rhaenyra did not repeat that hurt to her girls or her boys.

Anyways, moving on.

You lot do also remember that Rhaenyra herself has Velaryon blood, right? Jaehaerys I's mother was Alyssa Velaryon. Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya the Conquerors' mother was Valaena Velaryon. It's not immediate, but there *is* Velaryon blood through *all* of Rhaenyras boys.

Ultimately, Rhaenyras boys were only in danger because of the core Green faction usurping the throne. If they hadnt- no succession crisis or rebellion could have truly threatened Rhaenyras boys- because none of them would have had dragons. All of Rhaenyras children loved one another- her sons by Daemon would not have turned on her sons with Laenor (and Harwin). They were a true, loving family- possibly one of the healthiest and most close knit one House Targaryen ever boasted.

And another thing... 'her having babies with Harwin was stupid, she should have picked someone Valyrian!'

Here's the thing. Rhaenyra had to be careful as hell choosing who would father her and Laenor's heirs. She had to choose someone who was physically close, and who could be trusted. Someone who wouldn't try to publicly claim those boys in boast or jealousy. Someone who would keep their mouth shut and had no ambition of their own in regards to the throne. Do you really think Vaemond Velaryon (as I see him suggested a lot) would've kept his mouth shut? That he wouldn't have tried to use this to blackmail Rhaenyra and Laenor for more power and status? Do you think Rhaenys would have ever fought for or supported Rhaenyra if Rhaenyra had tried to have Corlys sire her children? And flying to see Daemon in Pentos and having a purely Valyrian child 9 months later would have made things look even more suspect.

Furthermore... she chose someone who cared for her deeply. Who clearly had a positive relationship with Laenor. She chose someone so she wouldn't have to traumatize herself- she took power over her body in a way almost no Westerosi woman has ever been able to. They were a family unit- Rhaenyra, Laenor, and Harwin. Those children were loved and cherished by two fathers and their mother. They were raised never doubting their mothers love, nor their father's- either father. They were raised and educated to be true, good princes of the realm.

Rhaenyra fought like hell for her children. She was an incredible mother. Yall just believe everything the Green faction says without looking at it critically, and that's unfortunate as hell.

[lelliefant]

If you want to know why the Loki fandom has drifted away, just look at what Disney/Marvel did to him.

He was incredibly powerful—they made him weak and helpless.

He was smarter than everyone else—they made him a fool.

He was a prince—they made him a corporate office drone. They literally put him in a cubicle.

Loki was an alien—they made him an ordinary guy.

He was flamboyant and colorful—they put him in beige. They actually made him act as if he was excited to wear a beige uniform.

The real Loki would never have tolerated a uniform of any sort, much less something so bland. He was never a soldier or a cog in the wheel. Loki is the piston.

Loki was a deeply wounded, angst-driven son with complex motivations—Disney made him an uncaring narcissist who suddenly sees the error of his ways (in one episode) and has a total personality swipe.

Loki was iconoclastic—they made him ordinary.

They took the most interesting and volatile character in the MCU and warped him into an Everyman role, and somehow everyone bought it. Apparently because they used the same actor with the same face—?

Really think about it. If another actor had started playing Loki for the series, they couldn’t have pulled it off. Series Loki is not the same character as Loki from Thor 1, Avengers 1, and Thor 2. He’s as different as the moviemakers in charge of the productions are. (The directors of Avengers 1 and Thor 2, Joss Whedon and Alan Taylor, simply had the grace and humility to take their cue from the original vision of Kenneth Branagh.)

If you don’t actually pay attention to Loki’s character, motivations, logical action, or his history, and you’re only interested in being entertained, I guess it doesn’t matter. This is just a superhero movie character, so who cares if they turned him inside out to conform with a simpler, less challenging archetype?

He’s their property, after all. They can use him however they want to. If they want to chew him up and spit him out as a naive, lovelorn mensch because that’s the Disney protagonist formula, they can and will. If they want to put him into a buddy-cop procedural, as if he were an ordinary human person whose shtick is a magic kit, they can.

A lot of you who are constantly defending the Loki Series are not really thinking about it. Maybe you’re just happy he has a show to his name. Maybe you don’t care; you just want more “content.” Maybe you don’t want someone spoiling your fun.

Maybe you think you’re being the loyal crowd by “defending” Loki. You’re not seeing that Disney did worse than kill him off—they unmade him. They put the God of Mischief into a blender with the Disney formula, audience response data, standard storytelling tropes, a limited range of plot lines, and a great deal of money, and out came this golem with Loki’s face on it.

You might revile me for saying all this because that’s easier than facing the truth or questioning the Powers That Be. There will always be people who can’t tolerate having their beliefs challenged.

I have seen nastiness on this hellsite toward people who question and protest what the majority accepts—but that’s just a reflection of the real world. It’s never going to work out well for those of us who see things differently and who don’t shut up about it. So, why do we keep annoying everyone with our dissenting opinions?

In my case it’s because I actually do care about Loki. I care enough to tell the unpopular truth, as I see it. Because, to me, Loki isn’t just an MCU character. He is representation.

He was a survivor of abuse and scapegoating by his own family. He was an outsider who defied convention and took on great challenges, despite everyone in his world trying to push him down. He shirked the role he was forced to play and chose to define himself instead. He saw the hate and scorn directed at him from all sides and laughed.

He struck out on his own into the unknown—which is incredibly hard to do, even if you had been given the support to believe in yourself.

The Loki Series did get one thing right: Loki is a survivor. He’s survived misinterpretations before, and he will survive Disneyfication. Maybe the public will tolerate a warped mischaracterization of him for a while before they lose interest, but the God of Mischief prevails. Thor1 Loki will always be there, smirking triumphantly from the shadows.

[katerina-marie]

The Beach Episode (Romantic Sunday)

Sukuna x Reader

You and Satoru are supposed to be filming a short ad on the beach, but your blue-eyed costar has a habit of never showing up on time. What happens when a certain tattooed, pink-haired band member surprises you with a visit? You frolic in the ocean of course!

Notes: A celebrity!au that popped into my head while listening to Romantic Sunday by Car, the Garden and would not leave. While this is a Sukuna x Reader fic, other characters do play minor roles and may have brief POVs. This fic is pending in my head as a chapter in a larger work that chronicles reader's and Sukuna's developing relationship and is inspired by other scenarios that come to be while listening to music, but nothing is concrete. Since that's so, Sukuna and reader's relationship isn't explicitly defined but is certainly past friendship.

Word Count: 5.3k

Content: bandmember Sukuna x actor female Reader (referred to as such, but left descriptively vague), no y/n, manager Nanami, bodyguard Toji, actor Gojo (he's picked on, but I love him so please don't take offense), other favorites who have small supporting rolls, all fluff, crack, and humor, includes an innuendo or two, but other wise PG/PG-13, out of character Sukuna (he's so fluffy).

P.S. I've used a line from a favorite TV show back in my teen years. Let me know if you recognize it!

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“Well…you did say you wanted to go to the beach, Kento. Look where we are!”

Your teasing tone and amused grin did nothing to budge the frustrated scowl off the face of your manager. If anything, it drove the furrow between his eyebrows that much further, and you swore a vein in his forehead started to throb. 

“A vacation, actually,” Nanami began, sending you a pointed look that said he knew exactly what you were playing at, “in Malaysia…on a beach…by myself.” 

You tutted at him before giving him a dainty smile and settling further into your makeup chair, “I was only trying to make you laugh, Kento.” 

In your opinion, laughing and smiling was something Nanami Kento seldom did but often should. Whether it was a personal standard he held himself to or some other form of ritual torture, your manager stuck to a strict dress code no matter where he went. Case in point, on a beach in the middle of the summer, Nanami was clothed in his usual suit, tie and dutifully styled hair in tow. The only indication that he planned for the environment you all would spend the day in was the thick white stripes of sunscreen pasted on the sharp angle of his nose and over the apples of his cheeks. Whether he intentionally matched the color of his tan suit to the sand under your feet was anyone’s best guess. You hesitated to ask, a mercy for Kento if you did say so yourself, if only because he looked one wrong word away from throwing himself in the ocean, and not in a way that indicated any fun would be had. 

As if privy to your thoughts, he released a drawn out sigh and crossed his legs in his own chair across from you. He took a quick glimpse at the time on his phone and shook his head. 

Poor Kento. He really did deserve that vacation. And honestly, you did appreciate and acknowledge his dedication to his craft—and you, by extension. 

“I’m sorry,” Nanami murmured, an apologetic softening of his eyes making his whole expression smooth out, “my frustrations are not towards you, I assure you. I’m confident you could guess at whom my ire is directed at currently.” 

You snorted. “Well, of course I c—,” 

“That blue-eyed bastard is late again!” 

The flap of your makeup tent was thrown back with enough force that you were surprised it hadn’t ripped clean down its seam. Your overgrown tree of a bodyguard had a habit of “forgetting” the strength and stature that made him so adept at his job and simply enjoyed his ability to throw any object—or person—around as he pleased. 

You scowled at Toji for interrupting you and watched as he stomped over to stand next to you and Nanami with a pout that pulled at the, frankly, appealing scar at the corner of his mouth. Between that, his eyes that looked as if they knew every secret you ever had and shaggy black hair that probably needed a cut, Toji posed both an intimidating and handsome figure. That was besides the point though and not that it mattered much to you. He had a son that was a friend of your friend and only a couple years younger than you. Not that Toji looked it one bit. 

“Satoru hasn’t been heard from, I presume?” 

Toji and Nanami both leveled you with a deadpan look and answered you at the same time with the same disgruntled voice, “no.”

You threw your head back in exasperation and instantly regretted it when you were reminded of the dozens of pins holding your styled hair in place as they all poked you quite viciously in the back of the head. You winced and raised your hand to rub at the sore spot, only to have it slapped away by a member of the hair and makeup team to prevent you from mussing it further. You crossed your arms with a huff and slouched further into your chair. 

“You look like you’re having fun,” Toji remarked, his smirk full of sarcasm and twisted amusement. “I think they missed a spot with your makeup though.” 

You found no humor in the waving of his hand as one of his fingers circled the entirety of your face in the air in front of it, nor were you concerned with the false insinuation that you looked anything other than well put together. Now, the chance of said makeup sliding right off your face as soon as you stepped into the late afternoon sun? Plausible, but best left to the worries of the experts. 

“Toji,” you crooned, voice cloyingly sweet but eyeing him with a sharp glare he was surely well acquainted with, “we’re at the beach. Why don’t you, oh I don’t know, go play in the ocean and swim with the fish? Or, do you want to build a sandcastle?” 

The smug grin he was wearing fell clean off his face and was replaced with an ugly pinch of his nose.

“Hell no, I hate sand! The damned stuff always gets everywhere no matter what I do. In my socks, my sandwich, the crack of my a—,” 

“Enough!” 

Nanami’s exclamation was loud and angry enough that it caused you and Toji both to jump and effectively ended whatever crude tale he was about to subject the crowd in the tent to. 

“I’m going to go call Geto and see where the hell his client is.” 

Nanami stood and brushed any bits of sand from his suit. Not that anyone could tell if there had been any in the first place. 

“You,” he added, pointing in your direction, “will get dressed so that once I finish ripping Gojo’s manager a new one, we can talk with the director of this damned affair and see if we can get any film done with just you while we wait.” 

Without leaving any room for protest or discussion, Nanami was gone with a flutter of a tent flap and you were left making wide eyes at your equally stunned bodyguard. There was silence and stillness for a beat of time before Toji shrugged and movement about the tent resumed again. 

“Well,” he drawled, “that’s my cue to leave. I’m off to go guard some bodies and what not.” His eyebrows danced and his eyes flashed, not in the least deterred by your annoyed stare. 

“We’re on a closed off, private beach, Toji. There’s no one here for you to throw out.” 

He was unbothered and took a few sauntering steps back towards the entrance of the tent. 

“Still, I wouldn’t want you to think I was slacking on the job and quit paying me. Have fun getting dressed, Princess.” 

Toji ignored the baring of your teeth and left just as quickly as Nanami did. You blew out a resigned sigh as you took a peek at the mountain of lace, fabric, and strings that hung from a corner of the tent and decided at that moment that you wished it was Toji being stuffed into a dress and primped within an inch of his life. 

“He’s going to charm his way back into the refreshment tent and pass out,” you grumbled, and oh yes, that was seething jealousy you held for your bodyguard. Someone chuckled behind you, but was quick to prompt you to stand and disrobe. 

Really, it couldn’t be that bad…right? 

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Some suspiciously placed tape, three assistants, and nearly forty five minutes later would prove you to be exceptionally wrong. Lace sleeves had been tugged up against sweaty arms, the strings at the back of your dress that held it together had been pulled and tied so tightly that you were hesitant to move too suddenly for fear of busting it, and the pins in your hair had been removed to let it lay as styled. You were one moment of heat induced lightheadedness away from falling over into the sand, and there would be no getting up after that. There was fabric clinging and swishing against your legs and you thought you had seen a train at the back of the dress, though that made no sense to you at all given what was planned to happen in front of a camera. 

“Please,” you begged to anyone in the room that would listen. “Can I be done now? If I don’t get a breath of fresh air, I’m going to pass out.” 

Your wish was acquiesced, and with the promise to not mess anything up, you made your great escape out of the tent and towards the edge of the ocean before anyone could change their mind. There was no need for any more hair to be pinned, makeup to be touched up, or fabric draped. 

The water that went on endlessly for miles in front of you was a light blue and mostly calm in its movement for the day. Sandy beach on either side of you stretched out until you could just barely see it transition into rocky cliffs that helped form its crescent shape. If one could ignore the highway and paved parking lot a couple minutes walk behind you, it was almost like you were on a secluded island paradise. 

Though the sun was still hot, the fresh air was successful in clearing your mind, and the salted mist of the water was enough to help balm the warmth under your dress. The multiple tents strewn across the sand each served their own niche purpose with people popping in and out of them all day. There was chatter about, people hustling from one side of the camped setup to the other and cameras placed strategically to capture whatever commercial or short that you and Satoru were supposed to film.  However, no one paid you much mind at the moment, and you sidled up to where the water met the sand, dress held above your ankles so the waves could tickle your feet. 

“Don’t you look pretty.” 

Elated surprise made your heart leap at the sound of a familiar voice, and you whipped around with excitement written all over your face to meet the eyes of the handsome man behind you. 

“Sukuna! What are you doing here?” 

The man in question grinned, his expression half mischievous and maybe the slightest bit bashful, though no one would dare point it out. His pink hair was pushed back into its normal style, but due to the humidity, random pieces drooped down his forehead and into his eyes slightly. His tattoos were on full display in the tank top and swim trunks he was wearing. Every bit of him was a sight for your sore eyes. Sukuna opened his arms for you and it took only a moment of hesitancy before you stepped into them for a quick hug. 

“Yuji and Choso wanted to go for a drive since the day was nice, and naturally Fushiguro tagged along. Coincidentally though, Yuji had us drive along the highway behind the setup you all got going on and ‘poof,’ here we are.”  

You pulled back from Sukuna as he finished his sentence and gave him a small, happy wiggle of your shoulders. You made a note to remember how you felt his fingers dancing down languidly over the lace covering your arm and swirling gently around the edge of the sleeve that came to a point on the back of your hand before letting his arm fall back against his side. 

“Well, I’m glad the four of you made it, coincidence or not,” you quipped at him. Your eyes still hadn’t left his and you knew it was going to be a struggle to wipe what had to be a lovestruck grin off your lips. 

“You sure about that?” 

Sukuna laughed and threw a hand back over his shoulder, gesturing towards what your eyes followed and found to be the refreshment tent. What you saw had you doubling over in laughter, or at least as far as you could in your dress. 

Yuji and Choso, Sukuna’s brothers and bandmates, were struggling to stifle giggles as they hovered over a hulking figure laid out in a chaise underneath a misting fan. As you predicted, Toji was dead asleep, mouth agape and a half eaten cheeseburger dangling from a hand resting on his chest. What really set the whole thing apart was the way Yuji and Choso were surreptitiously trying to see how many french fries they could place in Toji’s mouth before he either woke up or started to choke when one inevitably fell back down his throat. In the corner, Megumi stood watching with barely concealed glee and a phone in his hand capturing the whole ordeal. You assumed that no matter what way this went, Megumi was bound to come out of it on top with either the joy of having comedic blackmail to hold over his father’s head or the pleasure of getting to watch him beat his friend’s asses. In the best case scenario, it was both. 

You recovered from your laughter with a shake of your head and a measly deep breath before turning back to Sukuna. It was sucked right back out of you when you found his eyes trailing up from the tips of your toes, lingering at where the dress cinched your waist and then at the lace scalloping your chest before finally coming up to meet your eyes. His gaze was half lidded and heavier than usual, and it set your cheeks aflame in a way that you could never pass off as from the sun. He smirked when you stuttered over some inarticulate noise that had escaped your mouth, and you were about to take a giant step back to compose yourself when his face eventually softened. Sukuna offered you a quick wink, not so devious and more contrite than anything else, though it didn’t seem to affect your racing pulse any less, and then continued his tirade as he hooked his pinky finger around a lock of hair framing your eyes. 

Somewhere in the back of your head choirs were singing and clouds were parting, but all you could think about was the hint of black polish on his nails that you spotted out of your peripheral and the growing number of people you could see beginning to take interest in the way Sukuna towered over you and how you didn’t seem to mind. You finally made space between the two of you by pressing your knuckles against his chest with just enough pressure to send the message. He obeyed and returned the small smile you sent his way to soften the gesture. 

“So,” he started, his hands set deep in his pockets and a rock to his heels that would make anyone else look nervous, “what are you all waiting around for?”  

Thankful for conversation to focus on, you threw your hands up to convey that you were just as confused as he was and followed it up with what you made to sound like the most logical and obvious explanation in the world;

“Sa-to-ru is late. Again.” 

At the first enunciated syllable of Satoru’s name to leave your mouth, a corner of Sukuna’s nose quivered in disdain and he rolled his eyes in a way that was clearly disparaging, yet you found weakened your knees. 

“Tell me about it. He most likely forgot or got caught up w—,” 

The most ungracious snort left Sukuna’s nose, and you were so taken aback by the fact that it happened, and let alone found it attractive, that you missed whatever he had hissed under his breath. 

“Tied up is probably more like it.” 

“What was that?” 

“Oh, nothing. Nothing important.” 

His voice was too intentionally innocent and his face suspiciously cleared of any ill will for you to believe an ounce of what he said, but there was no chance in getting Sukuna to admit anything he didn’t want to, and you were more preoccupied with getting that look from earlier back in his eyes. So with that, you meandered back a few steps into the water and waited. 

“So, tell me, what brilliant songwriting have you been up to, oh esteemed ‘King of Curses’, or is that strictly confidential, band member-only info?” 

You knew asking Sukuna, or even Yuji or Choso, about their wildly popular band ‘The Curses’ was a sure fire way to get them talking about their shared passion, and it always brought a smile to your face to see them so excited. You expected the same now, but were caught off guard when Sukuna stumbled over the step he took to follow you and the brief way his face shuttered blank before he recovered. That act alone would have been enough to put an end to your flirty intentions—because you just knew that nickname of his got him riled up whenever it came out of your mouth—but the sensation of fabric being pulled tight against the back of your legs had you stopped. A quick glance down into the water confirmed that he had stepped on your dress and the extra fabric was beginning to swirl around his calves. 

So that’s what the train was for! A devious, delicious idea began to form in your head and you knew you had only one chance to make it happen. 

You glanced up at Sukuna through your eyelashes (he struggled to recall in that moment if they had always been that long or if it was the makeup making his mind fuzzy) and cocked your head gently to one side before beginning a slow prowl around him.

“What, no love songs or epic tales of star crossed romance have emerged from that practice studio of yours lately? Don’t tell me a cat has got your tongue?” 

Ever focused on the way your lips curled into a sultry smile and the feather-light drag of your finger along the top of his shorts at his hip, Sukuna was unusually quiet as he followed you with his eyes. You began to pass behind his back and your circle was nearly halfway complete. 

“Su-ku-na,” you called when you received no answer, watching as he gave a shake of his head as if to clear a haze from it. 

“Quit being a brat and distracting me!”  

There was no malice in his tone, but you could tell that he was being truthful. You had completed your circle and came to stand in front of him once again. 

“I’m just waiting for you to answer my question,” you sing-songed. 

Sukuna’s mouth stuttered open for a second and nothing came out before he finally seemed to collect himself, “No! No love songs, no sappy lyrics, and no star crossed romance. Who do you take me for?” 

Your peals of laughter that followed his blurted response floated about the beach and seemed to soothe whatever had come over him in the last couple of minutes. In a haste, you cast a glance down at his legs to check that everything was in place. 

“I’m just playing with you, Sukuna,” you cooed at him, “there’s no need to get defensive.” 

His eyes narrowed and you watched with glee as he pulled himself up to his full height, leaned down into your face, and let a haughty smirk tug the corners of his mouth. 

“You don’t want to play with me, Sweetheart. I. Play. Rough.” 

“Hmm, you think so?” 

You let a delicate, breathy sigh brush up against his mouth from yours while you arched your back slightly to press your chest against his. Sensing you had Sukuna’s full attention, you smoothed your leg between his to let the side of your foot trace oh so gently over the bone in his ankle. His breath hitched, and in the same moment you tipped your head back to close a fraction of distance between your lips, you also tightened your fingers in the furls of your dress. 

“Really,” you whispered, “somehow I think that I play rougher.” 

Yank. 

Since he was already off balance when you ripped the fabric of your dress out and around from under his feet, it only took a quick sweep of your foot against Sukuna’s leg to keep the momentum going and to dump him and his gobsmacked expression into the knee-deep water of the ocean. You jumped back to avoid as much of the splash as you could, and in the same heartbeat, you lifted your dress and took off in the direction of the tents set back on the shore. Your plan was a success.

There were two oversights on your part, however, that became all too clear in the couple seconds after this monumental event took place. 

One, the amount of water your dress accumulated and how much it now slowed you down due to its weight and tangle in your legs. 

Two, which you really should have anticipated if you thought back on it, was the unbelievable amount of speed and agility with which Sukuna pushed himself out of the water, set a borderline maniacal look upon you that promised glorious retribution (you would have to question yourself later as to why this sent shivers down your back and warmth to places you would rather not think about), and thus began an inhumanly quick sprint towards you. 

So, naturally, you did what any independent, perfectly capable woman would do; you screamed at the top of your lungs bloody murder for your bodyguard and high tailed it out of the ocean. 

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The first thing Toji wondered upon being awoken by the screams of a dying woman was why his mouth was full of french fries. He sputtered on the cold and soggy pieces in his mouth as he leapt from the chaise he had barely remembered falling asleep on and frantically looked out towards the water to see what fate he had let come upon you. Toji was certain there were only two possibilities. 

One: he had fallen asleep on the job and you were now being eaten by a shark.

Two: he had fallen asleep on the job and you were now drowning in the ocean. 

To his sleep addled brain, which was currently working through the onslaught of you shrieking his name, either option had an equally probable likelihood of occurring. The outcome, however? In both scenarios, there was only one logical conclusion. He was getting fired. 

With that thought in mind, he started the process of becoming your own personal search and rescue. All in a flurry of forward movement, he kicked off his shoes, dropped the crumpled half eaten cheeseburger from his grasp, and flailed his hand around in his pocket to locate his wallet. He was not about to let his most important possession be lost to the tides—especially with the encroaching threat of unemployment looming over his head—and was about to seriously consider dropping his shorts to the ground altogether when he heard your screams reach a sudden pitch and then descend into hysterical laughter. 

Toji took that as a sign to further scope out the situation in front of him and after rubbing sleep and sand from his eyes, he could now better understand that you weren’t actually in mortal danger. You were just flirting. 

With the adrenaline that was previously coursing through his body now taking a sudden nosedive, Toji staggered back into the tent to plop onto his previously occupied chaise. While he was obviously relieved to see you weren’t dying, he was even more glad that he wasn’t going to have to call Shiu tomorrow and admit that his asset was dead and he was in need of a new job. Surely offers would be next to none, and he didn’t think he could handle guarding any more feisty starlets or listen to them vent about their secret love affairs with pink-haired band members…at least not without the blood pressure medication his doctor had threatened him with at his last check-up.

At the sound of muffled laughter to his left, Toji swung his gaze over to his son, a grin on Megumi’s face and phone in hand, and his son’s two idiot friends, both of whom were having to help hold the other up. 

“Not you three now too,” he grumbled, standing up from his chaise and making his way over to where they stood. “What’s got you idiots making so much n—,”

Toji came to a sudden halt as Megumi’s hand lifted up to shove his cell phone in his face. His eyes squinted at the screen, the laughter from Yuji and Choso increasing in volume, and he needed only a second to process the video he was watching before snapping his head towards the two brothers. 

“You bastards!”

Megumi watched as his father and two friends stared wide eyed at each other for a couple of seconds before they all took off running out of the tent and beyond. The thought of catching the pummeling that was coming the brother’s way once his father caught them was plenty enticing, but years of living with Toji Fushiguro taught him that he too was to be considered guilty as an accomplice, and thus making himself scarce was the wiser decision. Besides, there were plenty of cameras already rolling anyway. 

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You had taken only a couple of steps onto dry land before a set of well muscled arms locked around your midsection, lifted you clear off your feet, and jerked you back against a solid chest. Sukuna’s breathing was loud and heavy in your ear and you could feel water leaching through the back of your dress from where he pressed forward against you with the entirety of his body. 

“That was naughty,” he taunted, and the low scratch of his voice made your feigned attempt to wrestle out of his hold falter. 

Before you could say anything in response, in an impressive feat of strength, Sukuna once more swept you off your feet and planted you stomach down over his shoulder. He turned and began to wade back into the water, and it wasn’t until your view from beside his hips started to be filled entirely by water that you struggled—in earnest this time. 

“Sukuna!” You gasped, trying to come up with some kind of plea that would keep you from your fate of being dropped into the ocean. “Suk-Sukuna, I can’t swim, I can’t swim!”

This wasn’t true in the slightest, but you hoped his concern for your safety would outweigh his need for vengeance. Just as the ends of your hair became engulfed by water, Sukuna dragged you back up from over his shoulder and slid you down his front until he could grasp at your thighs and pull them open around his hips. You threw your arms around his neck and prayed that the pleading look in your eyes would work.

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” was all the warning Sukuna gave before cocking an eyebrow at you and promptly falling flat backwards into the ocean with you secured against his chest. The two of you crashed into the water just in time for a wave to surge over you both. It was a cold shock to your system, but you had no more than a hiccup to process the feeling before Sukuna was up on his feet and trudging back to shore with you in his arms. You sputtered the whole way back and pawed at your face to pry a curtain of soaking wet hair from your eyes. 

It was at the line where ocean became more sand than water that Sukuna stumbled, presumably from wet fabric caught in his legs again, and rotated mid-fall just quickly enough to save you from being squashed under him. 

It took a minute for your combined unabashed laughter to subside, and when you finally caught your breath from where your head rested against the curve of his shoulder, you flew upwards. You swatted Sukuna’s chest when the glimpse of sparkling eyes and a full smile snagged your attention, and you hoped that the swaths of fabric pooling around the two of you was enough to disguise how you straddled his hips and that his fingers were tracing absentminded figures at their place right on the small of your back. Unable to control the flush of heat through your limbs, you exclaimed the first thing that popped into your head and then immediately regretted it. 

“Sukuna, I’m completely soaked!” 

The quickness of the wicked grin that spread across his face astounded you, and when you noticed his lips begin to part, to no doubt retort something highly inappropriate for the given situation, you slapped a hand over his mouth. His smile was still present under your palm, his eyes soft and adoring, and you swore you felt him place a small kiss at the meat of your thumb. 

“AND CUT!” 

The director’s shout was enough to shatter the intimate quiet that had gone unnoticed by you two, and the both of you lurched just far enough apart to separate your bodies but remain near enough for the bump of a knee or shoulder. Before you could even gather your bearings enough to understand what was going on, a tall shadow appeared over you, and you leaned your head back to squint up at whoever it was. 

“That was certainly entertaining.” 

You recognized the voice of Satoru’s manager just as he held out a hand to help you to your feet, and you shot him a look of dismay once you steadied yourself. 

“It’s nice of you and your client to finally grace us with your presence, Geto,” you replied dryly. 

Geto shrugged, not a single care evident on that pretty face of his, and brought your attention to the crowd gathered behind him with a flourish of his hand. You took a tentative glance at what he was referring to and nearly cringed when you caught sight of the numerous cameras pointed at you and Sukuna. Not to mention Nanami, who stood next to the director with a hand pressed up against his temple like he was in great pain. Though from the small smile you could just barely make out and the animated chatter from the director into Nanami’s ear, you assumed that what had just transpired wasn’t such a bad thing. Even Toji, who was a couple feet behind them with Yuji and Choso in head locks under each of his arms, looked like he had gotten quite the chuckle out of the whole thing.

“It seems like the film was still able to get captured well enough without us,” Geto remarked. “I don’t believe there’s any reason to re-do anything with Satoru just for the sake of appearances.” 

You were about to open your mouth to make known your agreement to the idea when Sukuna suddenly threw an arm around your shoulder and popped back at Geto with a brusque “hell no.” You weren’t sure if you felt offended or disappointed by his objection, but before you could start to fret over it, Sukuna was stroking his thumb gently across the back of your neck, and you proceeded to melt into his side. Perhaps his initial disagreement had less to do with his reluctance to be seen as part of the project and instead had everything to do with him making sure you had the full ability to determine how much of him at your side you were ready to share with the world. The thought had you giddy. 

“I have zero objections to using the film with Sukuna.” 

There was a jubilant cheer from all the staff once they heard your words, and you couldn’t tear your eyes from the satisfied look on Sukuna’s face that followed them. 

“Ah, question,” he called out suddenly, making pointed eye contact with the director, and even Nanami too. “By agreeing to this, that means she doesn’t have to frolic around here with the white-hair idiot, right?” 

Over the immediate roar of laughter from everyone around, an indignant “hey!” could be heard from the nearby makeup tent, and for just once, you were grateful for Satoru’s inability to ever be on time.

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Part 2

Notes: If you made it this far, thank you for reading! If you didn't catch it, the line "Somehow I think that I [you] play rougher" is taken from a scene in the Vampire Diaries (I was obsessed). Did I also get inspiration from that scene in the horse movie Spirit for Sukuna and Reader's moment in the water? Yes, yes I did.

Also, in my decade and a half of reading fan fiction, I have not once written or posted any of my own. So if I miss something important, please kindly let me know.

Always feel free to share comments, thoughts, or questions <3

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Despiértame mi Corazon

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Word Count: 3,454

(Image Source: Actor: Alex Pettyfer + @fanaticsnail's dodgy photo editing skills)

Synopsis: You have been on the run from Donquixote Doflamingo, sheltering and caring for a young, sick child. Your emotions catch up with you as you process the change your life has led you to. You’ve left it all: family, career, friends - all to support Rosinante in his quest to cure the boy. Upon seeing you in this state, your Corazon will do anything to see you smile again. 

Themes: mutual pining, sickness, love, Rosi is a daddy, Rosi is a sweetheart, idiots in love, friends to lovers, Trafalgar Law is a child, baby Law is an edge-lord, angst, crying, hurt/comfort, dancing, Rosi is a dork, sad ending (I’m sorry), Dance reference link here.

Notes: This is a gift for @writingmysanity. You get two Cora fics, because we both need it. The other, more happy one, is coming soon, sweety!! 

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @vespidphoenix @i-am-vita @sexc-snail I don't know if you guys like Corazon, but I hope this convinces you to love him.

Song Suggestion: “Wake Me Up” - Postmodern JukeBox

The air carrying the tide towards your feet felt as thick and heavy as the encumbering weight on your heart. Frozen remnants of falling snow stuck to your cheeks, your eyelashes collecting a small amount of dust to coat your follicles in the crisp breeze. Aside from the peace found in momentary stasis, your mind was racing and your soul screaming for release. 

Trafalgar D Water-Law was dying. The boy you took under your wing, the child you cared for, the adolescent who held your heart in his hands was dying. He was not going to make it without consuming the Op-Op Fruit, a cruel reality that had finally caught up with you. 

You were so close. So unbelievably close to getting his cure - his fate balancing on the edge of a knife in the steely grasp of Donquixote Doflamingo. A cure like this was not something that would be gifted freely, both you and Rosinante knew this for a fact. There was no amount of convincing, scheming, bribing, groveling, or begging you could do to gather this cure for the sickly child you both loved. It needed to be claimed by force, and claimed now. 

Finding solace in the small moment you carved aside, you allowed yourself the luxury of hot tears rolling down your cheeks: consumed by the grief in the dire situation you found yourself within. You were simply unable to carry the weight of these harsh and raw emotions any longer. What began as a small sniff through your nose quickly and quietly escalated into soft sobs. As the sorrow was released, you felt the weight grow heavier in your heart and expand to encumber your chest.

Drawing up your knees and cradling them against you, you turned your head away from the shack as your shoulders shook with each whimpered sob. You desperately hoped to any deity that was listening that you were far enough away from your home for the night to hold your sobs in silence, not alerting or disturbing your two companions as they lay in slumber. 

Stalking slowly towards you, aided in silence by his devil-fruit abilities, Donquixote Rosinante was approaching you in your sorrow. His hand stuttered forward, wanting desperately to place it down on your shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze in consoling your release of your emotions. 

He, himself, knew this feeling, and he knew this feeling well. Giving into his feelings a few weeks earlier, while drinking a vast amount of sake straight from the bottle. He felt helpless in the overwhelming devastation that currently held the three of you hostage. Desperate to provide you comfort, although not desiring to give you a touch you were not expecting, he halted his movement from descending upon your shoulders.

Retracting his extended hand away from you, he stumbled backwards towards the shack to check in on the sleeping Trafalgar Law. Clambering up the steps, he looked over the peaceful form of the boy nestled up in his blankets to keep warm in the cool night. Noticing the fluttering rise and fall in his chest, the subtle wheeze extending and catching in his throat, he felt the return of helplessness overcome his body. 

Turning away from the child, his fingers absentmindedly brushed against the surface of the steely frame of his radio, flicking on the valve to wake its static call. He began turning the knobs, seeking out a whisper of a song to drown out his circulating devastation and distract himself with. 

The rustling static did nothing to wake Law from his rest, but did alert you of the fact Rosinante was awake and skulking around. Hastily drying your tears with the inner sleeve on your wrist, you ensured you were the very picture of positivity should the leader of your expedition join you in the cool air outside the shack. 

Your relationship with the younger Donquixote brother was complicated. 

Pledging your undying loyalty under pain or death to Doflamingo in your youth, your proximity to the younger brother had you develop the swell of infatuation with him. Through the years, your heart always had a soft simmer threatening to rapidly boil towards the surface. He was quiet, he was calm, his skills as a fighter were a privilege to behold in battle, and it was an honor to fight beside him. 

Under the orders of the older Donquixote brother, you had done  terrible things that required atonement to cleanse your hands of it. As you were both introduced to the young child who wished for death to claim him, you both became as hardened as the other to force the will to live upon him in repentance for your transgressions. 

Watching Rosinante take the lead in Law’s care, your infatuation rose once again: a rise which prompted you to cast aside your loyalty to Doflamingo and aid ‘Corazon’ in the task of betraying him. You were in exile, hiding while searching for a cure for the boy that you only now learnt were in the clutches of the very hands you were attempting to flee from.

You loved him. You loved watching the lanky man fawning over the sickly boy. It had your heart soar and fly ever higher. The way he loved with his whole heart had a ripple effect, prompting you to open your own heart to love both of them even more. When Rosinante displayed his heart, it was worn on his sleeve and given unconditionally. And when you saw this love for others, it made you long to be a recipient of such devotion. 

The rise in static volume prompted you to turn around, glancing at the looming figure exiting the door of the shack, a radio within his hands. He placed it on the wooden frame lining the porch and gestured for you to come over to him with a subtle sway of his hands. You offered him a soft, melancholy smile and rose to your feet from the cool sand beneath you. 

No words were spoken as you approached him, keeping your head bowed from him as the static crackled and roared to life. A familiar tune from your youth rose in the speakers, your smile broadening as the lyrics shepherded you into a gentle sway. 

Rosinante’s outstretched hand flitted fluidly down to you, a small bob in his head indicating for you to place your hand within his own. You returned this gesture with your eyes closed and shaking your head in disbelief at his invitation. He smiled, reaching forward his other hand down and claiming your unoccupied hand and began swaying you to the beat. 

“What are you doing, Rosinante?” you slowly hummed your question up at him, brow twitching up in intrigue. His warm smile pulled you in, alongside the slow shimmied-shake of his arms with your own. 

“We’re dancing,” he confessed with a rumbled chuckle, his toes accidentally colliding with your own: both flinching at the contact. He shook his head, adding to his answer, “I stand corrected: we’re trying.” 

Although the mood was filled with sorrow, the sway of Rosinante’s awkward movements had your smile rising up your cheeks and eyes drying of their prior downpour. A small swell in your heart at his attempt to make you smile had your cheeks begin to pull upwards by the smallest smile you could muster. 

Everything about the way he danced with you was stiff, awkward and rigid: a memory rising in both your minds of earlier in your youth springing forward.

“You remember when we first danced together?” Rosinante asked you, his painted lips attempting to hold back a toothy grin. You giggled at him, ushering his body to spin in your arms and gently twirled his body. The dark feathers tickled your skin, a sneeze rising in your nose in response to the subtle brush from the inky follicles.

“I remember it being about as ah-... ah-... ahh-...!” you sneezed, shaking your shoulders as you turned away from him to save him from the spray. He chuckled as you recovered from your sneeze, continuing, “-As awkward as this one. You didn’t have your feather coat then, either.” 

“Oh, right!” Rosinante laughed, twirling his body away from yours and removing his feathered overcoat from its place on his shoulders, casting it over the wooden frame beside the speaker. “Alright now, where were we?” His pink shirt dipped in his chest, the subtle rise of his lungs and exposure of soft skin tempted a warm flush to rise in your cheeks. You shook your head to rid yourself of such thoughts about your friend, recovering enough to plaster a small smile on your face. 

Swaying your hips and tapping your toes against the ground, you skillfully twirled your body to rejoin your hands within his. He gleefully laughed at your gesture, his own hips swaying to the beat and rocking his shoulders as the rhythm picked up. His knees were unpracticed and unskilled in this artform, but his enthusiasm overtook his inability to dance. 

Twirling his body away from you, he clapped his hands and began stomping his feet lightly on the floorboards. He tapped twice more before kneeling himself down on one knee, his other leg arched into a deep lunge in front of him. He placed his right hand on his hip, rising his left above his head and brandished it with a playful flourish. 

“Oh, we’re doing this one, are we?” your tone picked up, your brow arching on your forehead as you leant forward to claim his left hand within your right, “You remember how I tripped over your lanky legs when I did this last time,” you smiled, circling his body and hopping yourself over his calf lying flat behind him.

“I do,” he chuckled in return, following your movement with the lull of his head. His smile rose further as you playfully watched him from the corner of your eye. “You remember how we recovered, though? What we did to balance out the dance?” 

“Yes, Corazon,” you half-laughed, half-sighed, as you recalled how the evening progressed, “We drowned ourselves in several bottles of sake and laughed at our own idiocy.” Rosinante shook his head, rising to his feet after releasing your hand from within his. 

“No, mi amor,” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips and swaying you from behind, “I meant this.” He turned you within his arms, raking his hands over your hips, hands circling over your waist and holding you firmly against his torso. You hooked your arms over his shoulders behind your head, shepherding him to embrace you further while swaying to the rhythm. 

Rosinante pressed his cheek against your own, your eyes instinctively fluttering closed as you felt the rise in his grin on your skin. His breath tickled the nape of your neck, you breathing along to his rhythmic pattern with each passing moment. 

You felt all of your worries cast themselves aside each moment he held you in his arms, all anguish and melancholy passing from your body and reigned within his embrace. The pressure of his own sorrows fled from him and onto you, the sharing of the emotional labor departed each of you in this moment to simmer and smother between you.

“Why were we dancing again?” you whispered to him, your lips almost making contact with the shell of his ear. You felt him shudder against your touch, instinctively pressing your back further against his chest and nuzzling into your neck. 

Spinning in his arms, his hands tugging at your shifting shirt as you turned to face him, his eyes widened as he sought out his answer to you. Humming thoughtfully, he finally located his answer in his memory.

“I think it was Doffy’s birthday, or celebrating a raid on some unfortunate-,” Rosinante began, halted by you pulling away and glancing into his eyes. 

“-I mean now, mi corazon,” you floated your eyes between his, looking for rhyme or reason within his steely orbs, “Why are we dancing now?” He stuttered in his sway, freezing like a fainting goat being startled by a loud sound. 

“Y-You called me-...” his breath caught in his throat, lips parting as he floated his gaze between your own eyes, briefly caught in gazing longingly against your lips. “You called me ‘mi corazon’, mi amor.” He held you in silence, his heart swelling and adrenaline urging his body against his will to surge forward. 

The air was tense, the deafening silence being broken only by the smooth rise in melody from the radio beside you. His eyes softened more, wordlessly asking you a question with his lips quivering and eyes frantically darting between your own.

A small nod from him, answered by a nod of your own was all the answer he needed to join his lips with yours, softly molding himself to your lips and breathing in your air. 

The world came crashing down around you, the realms of unanswered questions from your youth were retorted by the soft lips of Donquixote Rosinante’s pressed against your own. You squeaked against his lips, eyes wide and watching as, his were closed with his brows furrowing in deepest concentration. He hissed in a breath through his nose, turning his head by the angle of his chin to deepen the embrace. 

Raking his hands up from your hips, he claimed fistfuls of your shirt in his needy grasp. He whimpered against your lips, prompting you to reciprocate his passionate kiss. You felt his heart, his spirit and his worries pass from his body into yours further. This intimate and wordless confession had your heart racing at the impossibilities that brought you here. 

Slowly pulling your hands from his shoulders, you slid them down his neck and grasped the embroidered pink collar of his shirt and pushed him back towards the railing. As his beck hit the hard, wooden pillar, he gasped into your mouth and desperately clawed at you to hold you firmer. Angling his head away, he pressed lengthy kiss after kiss against your lips, cheeks and chin: a trail marked by his pink lip-paint. 

“I want you,” he whispered against your lips, hovering them above your own before pressing his own against yours twice more, “I want us. I want all of us-.” He peppered your cheeks with lengthy kisses, the smear of his lip paint rubbing against your skin and tinting your flesh. “-The three of us. I want to be our own family: go where we want to go, wherever our hearts take us. I want to forge a life with you and that kid.”

“What are you saying-?” you whimpered for him, your hands claiming his cheeks within them and ushering his face away from yours. He groaned, leaning forward and claiming your lips beneath his own before fully allowing you to push him away.

“I want to adopt Law,” he continued, his hand rising to your hair and caressing your scalp, “You already mother him, fawn over him and treat him like your own.” Your hand flew to his hair as he pressed a long kiss against your neck, “I want to do this, and I want to do this with you, mi amor. I want to marry you, to be yours and you to be mine.” 

“I want us to be happy, mi amor,” he concluded, a melancholy smile finding his cheeks as he dipped his brow down to seek out your eyes, “I will have you smile again: a smile mirrored between the three of us.” He pressed a gentle kiss against your brow, adding a muffled, “Three against the world.”

The shock of it all happening at once held you in momentary silence. Feeling the pull to confess your own adoration and wants for the future onto him, your lips formed words before you could withhold them in your throat. 

“When this nightmare is all over,” you gasped, tugging at his blond locks to subtly weave him away from your neck to look in your eyes. “When we wake up from the darkness,” you slowly caressed his cheek, your thumb finding his bottom lip and attempting to press the paint within the boundaries of his lip line, “I want all of that with you, mi corazon.” 

At your confession, Donquixote Rosinante’s heart soared for you and his tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes. He truly didn’t know those words were needed to grace his ears and soothe his mind, but so thankful you formed them. 

He loved you from the moment he met you all those years ago. The urge to protect you from the evil his brother ushered into the world was so strong, he nearly broke the mask he made while infiltrating the crew. Seeing you hold your own against them, your skill in combat ushering a swift death to those who opposed you with mercy had him swooning at your kindness amongst the brutality. 

“Te amo, mi corazon,” you whispered, your lips again hovering over his own, “I always have, and I should’ve acted on it sooner. I just got caught up with the mission, with loving our child. You are doing such a good job with him, I want you to know that.” You soothed over his blond hair, brushing your nose against his while confessing your admiration further, “I love you, and I love Law so, so much-.” 

Surging forwards, the contact he made with your lips was wet: the stale aftertaste of his last cigarette was eclipsed by the salty tears falling over his lips. He didn’t know when his tears started to fall, nor did you grasp when your own intertwined with his against your lips. You laughed against his lips, feeling the lingering tingle of affection spark and ignite in your chest. He swooned for you, raking desperately at your body to hold you as close as he could without breaking through the material of your clothes. 

You broke away from his lips, gazing into his eyes with nothing but pure adoration and love. His own unspoken confession lingered in the air, the atmosphere tense and swollen with the lust-stricken adrenaline. The spark of the adoration tinting your eyes surged his confession forward, his words clumsily jumbled over his lips. 

“Mi tesoro, mi amor, mi familia,” he whimpered for you, his voice stuttering and stumbling over his words as he stooped down to you, “Te amo-... I-I love you. I love everything about you, and I should’ve told you sooner. I wanted to tell you from the day I first met you. I swooned for you when you danced with me all those years ago. My heart beats for you, and propels me to complete this task all the sooner to start this adventure with you and Law.” 

He pressed his forehead against your own, the feeling of hot tears rolling down his cheeks at the confession had you both sobbing and laughing at yourselves. Sniffling and collecting your own tears on your wrist, and he with his, you both glanced up at each other and allowed your smiles to rise. 

“We will get this done, Donquixote Rosinante,” you hardened your resolve, nodding through every word, “And when it’s all over, we will be una familia- a family, mi corazon. The three of us. Together.” You held each other close on the deck of the small shack: swaying between kisses as the darkness plaguing your journey was eclipsed by the light rising between you. 

Hanging on your every word, a small sob hitched at the crack in the door, Trafalgar Law’s hand clasping over his lips to mask his presence. Law had never witnessed so much love pouring from one person to another. The fact that you both held such love for him too had him openly sobbing at the interaction. 

He wanted this too. 

He wanted to be a family with both of you: two absolute idiots that loved both him and each other unconditionally. Two complete idiots who were hardened fighters, pirates, and war criminals. His idiots.

He wanted this so desperately. 

He wants his imperfect, perfect family. 

But some things were not meant to be. 

Law would call on this memory often. Each time that melody played over his personal radio, his heart would both consequently swell and shatter as tears threatened to pour down his face. He wanted to wake up, for it to all be some horrific nightmare and still be searching with you and Cora-san for a cure for his illness. Your love was real, and he was thankful to play his part in it.

However small a time it was, it was his. His perfect, imperfect family.

[linberlyy]

Also team Black actors share the same misconception and misunderstanding that many team black fans do that there is no love or loyalty within Team Green, when most of Rhaenyra’s team abandoned her in the end and they don’t even like and trust one another as it is currently. They aren’t supporting Rhaenyra because they believe in her. Theyre all supporting her because the position they’re in, there is no other choice or they personally want something- Daemon to be King, for his blood to eventually sit the Iron throne. Corlys, very much the same reason. He wants his name attached to a King. Rhaenys while throwing this accusation at Alicent, follows her husband’s lead far more than Alicent followed Viserys. Plus their Granddaughters are Daemon’s daughters and are now betrothed to Rhaenyra’s sons. They weren’t even betrothed because Rhaenyra considered them great candidates for her sons, but because she needs to use their legitimacy to bolster her own sons. She tried it with Helaena. Not to mention, Rhaena has lost her claim to Driftmark with the death of Luke, the deal with Rhaenys/Corlys was so weak and fickle that it broke within 3-4 days. Corlys distrusts and resents Rhaenyra more after Rhaenys dies fighting for her. Rhaenyra eventually calls for the heads of her most innocent and loyal supporters and one by one they abandon her too.

While team Green, despite their dysfunction were loyal to each other to the very end. Everything that Alicent has done since she was a teenager has been out of fear for and for the safety of her children. She is their only parent, their only source of attention, affection and discipline. She tells Aegon that he’s no son of hers, then 48 hours later- as futile as it is, she stands in front of a Dragon to protect him, he tries to pull her back with him and she removes his hand to push him further behind her but then there’s an understanding that they’re going to die together. Aegon doesn’t want it but he takes the throne anyway because he understands that his rulership will be the only thing that protects the people he loves. In the trailer you can see that the murder of Jaehaerys not only destroys Helaena but Alicent too. It also forces Aegon to mature, take more of a leadership role and actually fight to show that he’s “as fearsome as any of them”. Aemond talks shit about Aemond and wishes he was the firstborn son but ultimately he fights for Aegon until his dying day. Alicole are meant to contrast Daemyra with many seeing Daemyra as superior but Daemon has put his hands on Rhaenyra. Grows angry and resentful of her, takes a new little girl as lover, abandons Rhaenyra and doesn’t answer her call to be beside her when she needs him the most. While Criston is killed trying to make his way back to Kingslanding to save Alicent and Helaena. Daeron also dies trying to make his way back to KL to liberate his mother and sister. Otto isn’t shit, but even after being removed as hand, he stays loyal to Aegon. Aegon wanted to build giant statues of his brothers in their memory. He has it written into Law that Alicent and Helaena were the only Queens during the dance era, a law that still stands in Westeros and one Rhaenyra’s sons and other direct descendants didn’t bother to change. He marries his daughter to Aegon III to ensure that she’s Queen after he dies and she is known to history as Queen Jaehaera Targaryen even if it was brief.

If this isn’t love and loyalty, then I don’t know what is. There were no defectors on Team Green.

Even the commoners stayed loyal. Part of the reason they revolt against Rhaenyra and storm the Dragonpit is because of what happened to Helaena’s boys and Helaena herself and because of Brothel Queens even if it’s not clear whether it was a rumor or true. The people still loved Helaena and Alicent. While on Dragonstone, where Rhaenyra ruled for years. A broken and Dragonless (at first) Aegon goes and turns these people against Rhaenyra.

The phrase said by actress Raena about the fact that there is no love in the green family sounds quite comical. Because the character she plays received absolutely no love from, for example, Daemon. Yes, there were some scenes in the cut script where Daemon hugged his daughters after Laena died, but we're looking at the final script and that wasn't there. In the same episode, Raena complains to her mom that Daemon doesn't pay attention to her because she doesn't have a dragon, and in the next episode, Daemon marries Rhaenyra shortly after Laena's funeral. And the children were clearly not happy (and tb stans, please don’t make me think that they were simply frozen then. Their faces really showed a lack of understanding of what was happening). And the actress calls it love? Seriously? Is there love in the black family? Show it to me.

Now I'll be interested to see how Corlys reacts to his wife's death and whether he will tell Rhaenyra that it was her fault. Just wondering. Or will he stick his tongue up his ass again and say nothing? Will support the black team for no reason simply BECAUSE?

(no hate towards the actors) but most of them say real nonsense, their arguments are like “tb are good, tg are evil, there’s no need to choose, our family loves each other and hates them.” This is so funny. Okay, let the tbs kiss their ass, this video was edited for them.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

OKOK I SAW THAT ACTOR READER THING FOR TOM AND IT GOT ME THINKING...HOW WOULD HE REACT TO READER ACTING IN EUPHORIA LIKE HER CHARACTER IS A BIT LIKE MADDIE AND RUE IN A WAY

I DONT MEAN IT LIKE DIRTY OR SMUTTY JUST HOW WOULD HE REACT

(Hello! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!)

Tom Kaulitz x Euphoria!Actor

He likes the show a bit actually

Doesn't watch it all the time unless with you, but he does support you a lot

He loves how you have to act in the show

Like your attitude and personality

He loves the outfits you gotta wear

He thinks you look hot don't get me wrong

But he feels bad if you're not comfortable in them, like he can tell from watching the seen how you feel

He is always commenting

"Damn, that's hot."

Every fucking five second and won't shut up

He is non-stop telling you how good you look and how you did such a good job on the show

He feels a bit sad at them emotional parts because you did such a good job

Actually believed you were sad and was holding your hand and has his arm around your shoulder

"I'm not actually sad, Tom. It's for the show!"

"But you look so sad!"

He can't get it through his head

He covers his eyes at the nudity parts because he don't want to see that and make you feel uncomfortable

May sneak a peek at your scenes if you have any

Asked over and over if you felt comfortable during the scenes and felt so bad if you didn't

Always wants to go with you on set

If your character is like Rue in being an addict and trying to get clean you got the part so down that he actually was so convinced

Was imagining what would happen if you actually were and was almost forcing you to promise never to do drugs

Or if your character is like Maddy and has a similar plot line to her

He feels livid at the scenes where you're being threatened like Maddy or if you have a betrayal trope

Is a big fan of your work either way

Always sitting down with you to watch it all

[xinrouska]

Villain Leo Animatic - Breakdown

⚠️TW: Violence, Blood, Guns, Themes of suicide, Attempted murder

The animatic takes place over a few years, starting from when Leo reveals himself to his brothers again after a 3 year absence (23 years old). It focuses on the tension between Leo and Donnie as time goes on, Leo’s resolve crumbling while Donnie slowly loses himself as well. In other words, who’s really the villain? This is going to be very long, let’s get 🔪started🔪

The Coin

Sue me if it wasn’t obvious, I will not figure out how to animate a coin flipping. But the circle motif shows throughout the video because they’re twins, two sides of the same coin. What happens to one, will happen to the other.

The Pupils

The pupils were a signifier of their current moral standing. White for “villain” and black for “hero”. It could also be seen as insanity vs. sanity. You’ll notice that by the end of it, Leo and Donnie have switched but I also want to point out where and why:

Donnie

After Leo left, Donnie spent all his energy going into finding him. He’s worried, he cares, he wants his brother back regardless if Leo has committed murder. He couldn’t find him, and it’s here that Leo reveals he’s been working with Kendra for all tech related support.

Donnie and Kendra’s relationship at this point is more of a rivalry. They have a respect for each other and as much as Donnie hates to admit it, he looks forward to seeing the inventive ways Kendra can get in his way. She’s been a constant in his life since a teenager. However, she’s been a constant “enemy”.

Donnie sees this as the biggest betrayal against him. His own brother willingly teaming up with his rival like that. Leo’s supposed to be on his side, and this is so uncharacteristic to Donnie that it’s at this moment he realizes he doesn’t Know Leo anymore. This is where he loses hope on bringing Leo back because the Leo he knew doesn’t exist.

Leo

The animatic takes place over a few years, roughly three. We haven’t publicly explored what’s going in these years but a quick summary of it is that Leo has been spiraling further and further since the start. Since the Kraang invasion actually. His goal has always been to protect his brothers, it’s simply that his method of it became extreme, he became obsessed with it.

At this point, it’s near the end. He’s tired, he’s been questioning his motives, he doesn’t know if it’s all worth it, in comparison to his desire to just be with his family again. He fights with Donnie and he’ll never use lethal force against him, but that’s not the case with Donnie. Donnie is doing everything in his power to kill Leo and when Leo realizes this, his first thought is “what has my brother turned into?”. It’s sobering, reality crushing, when he realizes his own twin desperately wants him dead. He gives up.

First Chorus

I wanted a moment that showcases a bit of Leo’s skills and personality. He’s clever, strategic, manipulative, and his strongest weapons are his words. He knows this. He’s a good actor and he’s a performer, all to show that that’s the villain aspect of him that he’s struggling with. It taunts him. Still, he believes the best way to protect his family is to eliminate all threats possible.

Donnie’s progression are the stages of grief he’s going through realizing his brother is “dead”. He watches recordings of their past to figure out where things went wrong, but also to grieve.

Time is a bit vague here and there’s quite a bit that isn’t shown here actually. Leo has cut ties with Kendra (that’s a whole separate thing and the result is that Donnie hates Leo even more). Donnie watches Leo through the cameras throughout the city. Leo knows he’s being watched, it’s bittersweet, he’s already having doubts during this time. Donnie, during this time, has decided to transform the Genius Built company and turn it into tech powerhouse. It used to be a side project, but now he’s utilizing it to take over power on topside in terms of technology and economy. This is a parallel to how by this time, Leo has near full power and control in the undercity crime rings.

The Bridge

Leo questions everything he’s doing as the past taunts him of how things used to be, of how things Should be. Also dives into his reason for all of it. The Kraang hurt the people he loves the most, as if they were worthless.

On Donnie’s side, he’s more and more determined to take Leo down with his own hands. That is his sole goal. Everything he is doing and creating is for that purpose. But his inner child, a part of him that wishes for things to just be ok again, is desperate for him to stop, to question things and think. Also he’s CEO of GB at this point. Pretty straightforward with the Leo is the person he hates the most but was once his beloved brother.

The Fight

Donnie using lethal force to do everything in his power to kill Leo. Leo is more skilled than Donnie is, he has more experience killing but he absolutely will not kill his brothers, that goes against everything he’s working for. Because of that, Leo is destined to lose this fight. He also loses his will to fight after seeing how much Donnie needs to kill him. While Raph was the first trigger of starting all of this, Donnie is the second trigger of making him give up.

Donnie won because Leo still loved him dearly.

“I’m glad it was you.”

Of all the people to kill him, he’s genuinely glad it’s Donnie who’ll do it.

On the other hand, Donnie recognizes the resignation in Leo’s eyes, but after the last few years, he can’t help but wonder if it’s another trick. He feels Leo’s ninpo, and he hasn’t felt it in a very long time. It’s nostalgic, it’s comforting, but he’s already come too far. “I must kill Leo” has cemented into his mind as a fact.

Parallels

I included these parallels because I wanna highlight that they’re “two sides of the same coin”. They’re twins and their fate are closely tied together. Leo will kill anyone to protect his family. Donnie will kill Leo to protect everyone, including his family.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! The story doesn’t end, Leo doesn’t die here, I should clarify that LOL. There’s a lot more of the story to cover but I’m glad I was finally able to show this aspect of the au. If you have any questions, feel free to message me (xinrouska) or starrcrossrose on twitter, instagram, or tumblr!

[lurkingshan]

Shan! After today’s episode of Only Friends, I have the feeling that I’ve lost a sense of the endgame of this series. I think I was under the impression — from the promos, the tweets, etc. — that we were going to get a summarily messy ending, with a whole bunch of toxic threads needing to be unwound. I’m intrigued by my thoughts on this — and maybe a touch concerned that we might end up getting morality stories out of this. By the time we roll around to an episode 10 or 11, what are your thoughts on a viewer not having a sense — not even of where the journey will end — but also of what the meaning of the journey was in the first place? I wonder if, in successful show construction, if I would have had a stronger and clearer sense of this earlier in the series?

Typically, we do have a strong sense of a show’s arc and narrative beats by this point in a story, but Only Friends specifically does not follow bl beats, so it’s always been a little bit its own beast. That said, it’s funny that you ask this now because after this week, I do feel like I have a sense of where this is going and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Namely, I am now fairly confident that we’re headed toward an ending with all three couples together and happyish, if not purely happy. The way this episode was structured to lead us into the final arc points to the end game conflicts—Boston and Nick figuring out where they stand on monogamy and distance, Mew deciding whether he can truly forgive Top, Ray trying rehab and Sand getting his head spun by Boeing—playing out next week, leaving the finale for resolutions and probably some kind of final word on this group of friends who barely seem to like each other.

I feel mixed about this suspicion because to me, happy endings all around doesn’t feel totally aligned with the spirit of this show and some of its themes. It feels a bit like the character arcs have been adjusted as we go, so that if you returned to the beginning and tried to draw a straight line to where we’re landing, it wouldn’t entirely track. But I’m also aware that this show has been unusually shaped by external forces like branded pairs and fan reactions.

In recent interviews the show’s creators, Jojo and Ninew, shared a few things that made a lot of this click for me:

Their original vision for this show was intended to be cast entirely with supporting actors and not bl pairs (this is why Neo and Mark were first in)

When they realized they were getting branded pairs they they were surprised and tweaked the characters and story to fit them (I’d bet money this rehab arc for Ray was added once they knew Khaotung was playing him)

Jojo allows the actors and their management to view their scenes (he said this specifically about sex scenes, but it may include others as well) and anything they are uncomfortable with doesn’t get put in the show

They have been tracking fan reactions closely and have incorporated those reactions into their final editing decisions (for example, removing a scene of Top hooking up with a random because people already hated him more than expected)

For me, all of this adds up to the conclusion that the show has in fact changed pretty significantly from their original vision, and those changes have been in the direction of a more conventional ending that will align with expectations for bls with branded pairs. In the end, branded pairs are a capitalist endeavor and they can’t let OF damage the brands. So while I do think the show has done more than any that came before it to push the boundaries of these constraints, they’re not going to be able to go all the way. The pairs need to end up in a good enough place that fans don’t want to burn GMMTV to the ground and the actors’ next projects are still set up for success.

So to your original question: I think the tension you’re feeling about the show’s overall point is a result of these changes creators are making as they bow to external forces. I personally think, given the constraints they are juggling, that they’ve still kept the story and its themes pretty legible, and some of the messaging is landing very consistently. But Only Friends is clearly not purely uncompromised art, it’s serving a lot of different needs and motivations.

[ragnarokhound]

puts this on your list of things to do

Skcnwksks *adds another stone atop the mountain, and the world sinks another inch closer to hell

But okay fr. I actually read Knight Terrors: Robin today, and with the enormous grain of salt that I am working mostly with fandom osmosis, esp re: their established relationship, I think they alllllmost wrote something that worked. Almost. Long rambling nitpicks under the cut:

I think if they had about three more pages they could have established Tim and Jason's relationship and their problems with working together a little better; and either cut Babs out as the middle man who introduced their individual issues to the audience, or used her more effectively as a mediator.

They very clearly wanted to showcase two problems: Tim is working himself to death trying to save everyone, and Jason is suffering by insisting on working alone. Good! I like this concept. It's annoying to me that Babs is the one who tries to reach out to both of them about these issues, gets rebuffed, and then is never heard from again. I'd much prefer it if they tried to talk to each other on their own and it went poorly at first, only to be forced to open up in the nightmare realm. It would tighten up their combined arc if they'd had one single conversation before the Inciting Incident occurs.

Like, don't get me wrong. I am waffling about this because Babs is a good entry voice to help introduce our primary actors. She is the person they have in common, and by having her be the voice in their ear, we see that other people in their support networks are worried about them.

But man, why not just have Tim monologue to himself about being ready to wrap up his third bust of the night and consider hitting up Jason to see if he needs help on the intergang drug bust he's in the middle of. It could be on Tim's way to the next place he's going, demonstrating that he's stretching himself thin and looking for even more to do; even with people like Jason who he isn't all that close with. And then Tim and Jason have their own snarky conversation (with some veiled flirting) about not needing each other's help or each other's nagging, and that's when the nightmare mist hits.

Because the story is only tangentially about people other than Jason and Tim. They're both too wrapped up in their own problems to notice other people reaching out to them about their fucked behavior. So Babs could have been used as a yardstick for each of them - Tim dismissed her fears at first, Jason hung up on her outright - but only if she comes back.

If Babs had also been there at the end to check in with them, yeah, it might have lessened the impact of Jason's plea for help and getting only Tim in response, but it would have been the indicator that they were now ready to hear the worries expressed by their loved ones. A very *clear* indicator of what has changed in the narrative that justifies Babs' involvement in the first place. You could have her come in right as Tim and Jason are catching up after the initial plea, having just escaped her own nightmare (*editors note: see Babs' knight terrors issue, lmao). She could groggily direct them to someone who needs help. All three of them are working together now, Tim and Jason are on their way to opening up to more people; huzzah

And hell. If you want to justify why Tim knows stuff about Jason he shouldn't - or why Jason might know something about Tim that he shouldn't for that matter - a little extra time spent together in the nightmare zone is great for that. Make them see each other's worst memories. Make them see each other's defining moments. Make it the twisted, terrible, self-directed-blame version of events that exists in their heads, and then they can separately call bullshit.

You literally put them into a shared mind palace!! Why did Tim know that about Sheila? Because he just saw it in Jason's head. How does Jason know Tim has a savior complex too big to shoulder? Same deal. IMO, this would have made their insistence that the other person is better than they think much more natural. It's not an empty sentiment because 'I've literally seen what you think of yourself and I am telling you that it isn't true'. (They're in a shared mindscape. Why not imply that they are seeing what the other is seeing too. That they're having a shared experience and are privy to each other's thoughts, emotions, and memories? Easy to do. "I feel like I'm walking to class in the 10th grade...but when I was that age, I was 6 feet under." "And I'm positive I'm picking up ammo for a gun I don't own. I think it's safe to say we're sharing a dream.")

I'm also ??? about why the nightmare zone let them talk at all?? Maybe that's something that we don't have time to explain/ it doesn't need explaining, but if I were a terrible nightmare creature and I was menacing two people at once, I simply wouldn't let them exist in the same space. Isolation is key to breaking someone's will. If you let them talk to each other they could help each other. Fool. Buffoon. Literally the only reason to let them talk to each other is if you think they'll make each other worse lmao.

There was a clever visual trick in which Jason hits the void barrier and Tim sees the ripples he makes - but iirc that is the closest we get to an explanation of how they might be breaking through to each other. And it happened after they were almost done with their second conversation. Too little, too late, IMO.

Arguments could be made that they were able to break through because they were approaching a hard limit. Jason hears Tim again when he yells at his double to shut up, when Jason himself is just about ready to throw in the towel. The moment of deepest despair, the realization for both of them that they're not cut out to solve the problem with their current method. Something something, breaking the pattern - but why let them, unless the nightmare can't do anything about it? I do like a monster with a secret weakness, so I'm willing to let it slide now that I've talked it out lol but still. It feels like an unearned conversation when the only convo they had before was mostly exposition.

Anyway. Tldr; if the writers had a few more pages and shown us Tim and Jason's conflict with each other rather than water it down via Babs (OR BROUGHT HER BACK TO TIE IT ALL UP WITH A BOW) it would have been a tighter & more interesting story.