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were-changing-cake-vaults · 2 months

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Etho cannot deny that in some way, the ocean is messing with his friends, and that he noticed far too late.

It targets Gem first, long before it goes after anyone else, so subtly it’s almost undetectable. Here’s the way he notices: her little boat is cute, but the mangrove wood on the trim seems old and rotten in some places, murky river water staining the paint that coats the sides. The lighthouse, when built, seems washed out, as if the color has been sucked from the stone that forms it. Etho finds this strange, but refuses to jump to conclusions- Gem is still his little sibling with the same warm smile, so he lets it be for now.

It’s really when the fishing craze begins where Etho starts having doubts about the normalcy of things. Grian is in no way an average person most of the time, but this level of dedication is new and sort of suspicious. It starts with the mending book, which is fine, since he’s decided to avoid villager trading this season. Etho comes over sometimes and jokes about the luck of the sea. Here is where it gets weird, though: when he comes over to make that joke again, Grian turns his head, oh so slowly, expression serious and eyes blank as he replies.

“The ocean will provide the book. It’s the next one, I know it.”

It takes a little more effort than it should for Etho to not turn tail and run. The tambre of his friend’s voice is off-kilter and strange, almost hollow in the way it echoes. And it’s the way he doesn’t say mending, he just says the book- Etho can’t help but feel like he isn’t fishing for enchantments anymore. The air smells of rot and slime. He swallows bile, gives a little uh-huh as a reply, and leaves as soon as he can.

Then there’s Pearl and Beef, obsessed with salmon, of all things. Pearl’s thing seems like a one-off, but Doc tells him that Beef has taken the joke about “big salmon” a little too far, claiming he’s gotten emails from them that have threatened the goat directly. Etho doesn’t really know what to make of that, or Pearl’s salmon head, or the continuous slapping of fish on noteblocks that’s driving him insane.

But he knows this: he’s never really liked fishing before, not for its intended use, anyway. It’s good to have in a death game, but not once has Etho found the monotonous motions of fishing appealing. Grian said it best himself: he used to think fishing was lame. And he did. Does. He thinks it’s lame. He thinks all of this stuff about the river and the boats and the ocean and the salmon and the rot is all really weird and not at all cool. He’s only here to make sure his friends are okay. Not to fish, because he doesn’t want to, just to keep Magic Mountain in line.

But Grian says it again: Etho walked up here and was like ‘this is lame’, now look at him! Etho, in turn, looks at his hands. When did he start fishing? Was the sun always that high in the sky? Did the ocean always sing like that? Was there always a magnetic force to the waves at the shore, pulling him closer with every lap of sea foam? Was the lighthouse always this beautiful?

No, no it wasn’t. He knows this. Something is very, very wrong. There’s something in the water that’s making his friends lose it, and there’s something supernatural that’s trying to pull him in. He needs to get out of here, back to the jungle, with its nice green grass and earthy smells-

To his right, Etho hears his death call. The bell rings, the swan sings, and the water keeps lapping at his feet. It’s too late, he knows it, in the way that his hands are gripping the fishing pole with white knuckles, in the way the lilypads seem to grow under his feet to get him closer to the great deep blue. The music continues, the serenade settling into his bones, giving him an eerie sense of calm.

In the magnetic pull of the moment, he doesn’t even realize he’s crying.

#woosh writes #hermitcraft #ethoslab #grian #geminitay #oceans calling au #<- that’s the tag I’m using for this- l will edit the other fics tag to have this later #anyways I’m So Fucking Normal about this

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houserautha · 1 month

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These Destined Ends

Part 1

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none for this chapter. Masterlist of warnings overarching the series

A/N: Hello! If you’re here then there’s probably something wrong with you too, so let’s be friends. I haven’t been able to write anything lately until I saw the latest Dune movie and then all of my thoughts became dedicated to Feyd-Rautha. I must get these thoughts out. Help. Me.

“Chin up.”

Your mother brushes your hair back, bronze, like hers, and lifts your chin. Her gaze is critical. You stare back, thinking only of the things that she will find fault in you. An endless amount, you muse. The slightest flicker of expression on Lady Jessica’s face informs you that she suspects what you’re thinking. Your teeth grit.

“Must you do that?” You hiss through your painted lips. The servants have dressed you specially for the occasion. A floor-length black dress and, settled on your shoulders, a red cape clasped together with the House of Atreides insignia.

Jessica withdraws her hand. Your mother radiates femininity and power, a feat you’ve yet reached. Even the cool way in which she regards you drips with regality.

“Do what?” She asks, feigning innocence.

“Don’t make me say it.”

Jessica’s blue eyes harden. “You don’t have to, daughter. It’s plain enough.”

Mother and daughter stare at one another.

She tried to teach you the ways of the Bene Gesserits, but you failed to take to it. You were too expressive, too…volatile. You struggled to detect the slightest change in voice, you could never sit still long enough to study, and your facial features always betrayed you. The only aspect you succeeded in was combat — there was no need to mask your feelings, your thoughts, able to just completely lend yourself to the blade.

But it wasn’t enough.

“You’re fortunate the Reverend Mother has chosen to see through with this arrangement,” Jessica all but snarls. “There’s hope for you still, in form of an heir.”

The Kwisatz Haderach.

The only reason your mother still spoke to you, affords you any attention at all. The fact that you’ve been painstakingly bred to produce him: a Bene Gesserit of male origin, capable of accessing the memories of his ancestors and see through time and space itself.

A terrible mantle for an unborn child.

In the black of night, you sometimes lay your hand on your abdomen and utter apologies to the egg nestled in your ovary; burdened with horrible purpose. If only you could avoid its fate. But you were not even in control of your own.

“I want to stay here,” you plea finally, pitifully.

Jessica steps away from you, brushes off her skirt. “You know that you cannot.”

“I can help Father,” you insist. “You know that he worries about gaining the approval of the Fremen. I can —”

“Enough!” The Voice. It snaps your mouth shut and renders you mute. “This is bigger than both of us.” Jessica snatches your upper arm, pulls you close enough to feel the heat of her anger. “Your father wanted a son. A heir. But it was my duty to produce a daughter. I ignored the pleas of your father because I understand what it is to serve. Don’t make me regret my decision.”

You swallow your disgust, though it lingers like a foul taste on your tongue.

This isn’t the first time that your mother has told you this. Nor did you think it would be the last.

Perhaps making a home among your enemies would be better than staying here among family.

“Fine,” you say. You wrench your arm from her grasp then turn away. It’s futile, you know the heighliner will be here soon to whisk you away, but you can’t stand to be in the presence of your mother any longer. Fortunately she lets you go.

You’re not even aware of where your feet are taking you until the familiar sound of the baliset meets your ears. Gurney rests lazily on the ground in the massive corridor, back against the wall and string instrument in his scarred hands. He doesn’t look at you as you approach nor when you collapse down beside him.

Usually Gurney’s situationally appropriate songs bring you a modicum of comfort, but today it seems more ominous than insightful.

“I won’t miss your singing,” you say.

He stops playing. “You jest.”

Playfully, you crack open one eye and peer at his baffled expression. You try not to laugh. “I don’t.” A sigh escapes your mouth then, and you slump further down, uncaring if you rumple your gown. “I will, however, miss the singer.”

“Don’t bother appealing to an old man like me. It won’t get you anywhere.”

“Hm,” is all you say, lost in thought.

Gurney sets the baliset to the side. His hand finds your knee and he squeezes. “You will be fine, Lady Y/N. I’ve taught you well.”

“Not even what you’ve taught me will suffice for what I’m up against.”

“Nonsense.”

Both eyes open now, you stare pleadingly at the swordsmaster. “Just come with me. Please.”

It’s Gurney’s turn to sigh. With a groan he heaves himself to his feet and offers you a hand. “You know that I can’t,” he murmurs.

His loyalty to your father doesn’t extend to you.

He is Leto Atreides, Duke of Arrakis, after all. And you are just his daughter. A pawn. A womb and nothing more.

You reach out to ghost your fingers over the scar on Gurney’s cheek. “Tell me about them.”

The Harkonnens.

“There’s nothing you don’t already know or haven’t learned from the filmbooks,” Gurney says to you in a terribly soft voice. It’s unfitting of the great soldier. “They are a cruel people. Do not trust them.”

You nod, irrationally devastated that your final plea to Gurney did not work. But his words were not anything new.

Nothing you learned about the Harkonnens has been pleasant — from their oppressive rule and misogynistic society down to their industrialized homeworld. Your chest aches.

First you were forced to leave the lush beauty of Caladan for Arrakis. You had even grown admittedly fond of the desert planet, just to yet again be snatched from another home.

“Thank you, Gurney. For everything.”

He dips his chin in acknowledgment, then holds out his arm for you to take.

Gurney has been like a second father to you over the years. While Leto was out securing political alliances and holding meetings, it was Gurney who kept you company. He aided in your combat training and believed in you when no one else did. To lose him would be to lose a great friend, indeed.

By the time you return to the antechamber where you’d been, Leto has arrived. He looks as cunning and handsome as ever, and the smile he flashes you is enough to cut you to the bone.

If what Jessica said was true about your father wanting a son and being sorrowful he did not get one, you would never know. He has only ever made you feel loved.

“My beautiful daughter,” he greets you. He smells wonderful. The same way he did all of those years ago when he would tell you stories of your grandfather and tuck you into bed, his beard tickling your cheek.

You breathe him in for one of the last times. “Hello, father.”

“You look marvelous,” he says. His smile falters slightly. “Are you ready? I wanted to ensure that you’ve said your goodbyes before we leave.”

Bitterly, you think, Before I leave. Everyone else will return to Arrakis and you will be moored on Giedi Prime, married to a bloodthirsty monster and forced to grow round with his child.

The thought makes your knees tremble.

The Harkonnens controlled the fiefdom of Arrakis before your family and were unbelievably outraged that it, and the flow of spice, had been stolen from them. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what your reception on their planet will be like. It’s any luck if you don’t get slaughtered upon arrival.

Especially since the Baron’s nephew, the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha — your betrothed — was known for his brutal nature. You hoped stupidly that the arrangement of marriage and promise of an heir would be enough to keep you alive.

At least for awhile.

Feyd-Rautha killed his own mother. Who knew what the status of wife meant to him?

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” you answer Leto. He squeezes your hand.

You hug Gurney goodbye then board onto the heighliner after your parents. It’s difficult to suppress the tears threatening to fall as the ship takes off in a flurry of sand and departs.

Normally you’d be completely enraptured with the endless golden dunes, but today you stay rooted to your seat and refrain from crying.

The flight to Giedi Prime happens much too quickly for your liking. Already your heart is in your throat, hammering out your nerves in a steady rhythm.

The view from your seat reveals the strange nature of your new home — a black sun. Never again will you see the stretch of blue sky from Caladan or feel the formidable heat of Arrakis. The entire world outside the ship stood in sharp black and white contrast, all color drained from the surroundings and its people.

You spy hoards of Harkonnens gathering beyond the ship, awaiting the arrival of the na-Baron’s wife and their future Baroness.

Your stomach churns. How could you ever lead such ugly, wicked people?

Jessica’s voice engulfs you. “Chin up,” she says again to your dismay. “You mustn’t show any weakness. Not here.”

You raise your chin the slightest amount. Jessica nods stiffly in approval, and it’s in that moment you understand that your mother’s harshness has been preparing you for this. While you hardly feel the urge to forgive her, an odd sense of calm washes over you.

You are an Atreides. And you always will be.

No one can take that from you.

The boarding ramp disengages and you’re the first one to step onto it. A hush of silence befalls the crowds.

You stride forward with as much confidence as you can muster, focusing not on the leering eyes of the Harkonnens but instead on the Baron’s fortress. A large pathway separates you from it, granting you plenty of time to get your fill. It’s as grand as it is excessively boastful; tall, pointed towers cleverly connected, all sharp lines and edges. It leaves the impression of a finely crafted dagger.

A display of power and wealth.

Behind you your parents emerge and the carefully observant crowd launches into disarray — shouts and yells of anger, of hatred, grate your ears. You know that they take it in stride, however, and their strength fortifies your own.

By the time you’ve crossed the distance from the heighliner to the inner walls of the fortress, your eyes are blurried by the strong contrast outside now given away to darkness. It takes a few moments for you to adjust. When you do, you quickly look over your surroundings.

There’s few decorations or art. It’s cold and impersonal and extremely clinical.

Your slippered feet reverberate off the high ceilings.

Bracing yourself, seemingly, has been for no reason. For it’s not the Baron and his nephew that meet you but rather a line of Harkonnen soldiers. Their faces are stoic.

You bristle. “Where is the Baron? And my betrothed? Do they not wish to receive us?”

The soldiers do not answer.

A man appears then from down the hall, a Mentat by the look of him. He’s pale and bald and clad in black like the other Harkonnens.

“My apologies, Lady Y/N,” the Mentat says. “My name is Piter de Vries. I am here to escort you. The Baron and na-Baron will receive you now in the throne room.”

Leto lays a hand on your arm as if to stifle your response. “Please, Piter, lead the way.”

You can’t help but glance curiously at your father. This entire situation was delicate, you knew, but you wonder at his subservience. It’s an insult not to be immediately greeted by their hosts, especially when your guests happen to be the Duke of Arrakis, his concubine, and their daughter. If Leto agrees with this affront, though, he doesn’t show it.

Leto simply strides after Piter with you and your mother in pursuit.

The fortress boasts sleek walls and floors, polished to perfection. Piter guides you to the throne room a short distance away, the sight of it stealing the breath from your lungs. It’s larger than any room you’ve seen before, outfitted on the far side with steps leading up to a grand dais.

And upon the dais, demanding your attention, is Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. The man is as large as the throne room itself but not nearly as impressive, pale and beastly, his enormous weight supported by suspenders. He makes no movement as you enter.

Your gaze moves quickly, eagerly, away from him.

Standing on either side of the dais are his two nephews. Aware that you can’t stand to face your betrothed yet, you fix your attention on his brother. Rabban, you recall his name.

Rabban is bound with hard muscle and swathed in what you can only describe as thinly veiled anger. At his side, his fists clench and unclench restlessly.

Then, without permission, you look to your future husband.

Feyd-Rautha stands as tall as Rabban but roped instead with lean, attractive muscle. His brow sits above dark eyes and a generous mouth. There’s a frightening intensity to the way he stands, encapsulating both nonchalance and a dangerous arrogance. Clearly this man is used to getting his way and will stop at nothing to do so.

And it’s this man that makes no effort to disguise the way he studies you, starting at the top of your head and trickling languidly downward.

A chill dances down your spine.

When he catches this, catches you watching him — he must’ve known that you were — his lips twitch into the faintest of smirks.

Part 2

#dune part two #dune #feyd x you #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #feyd smut

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fruitmins · 5 months

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Agust Dad—Eight

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry

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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.

You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.

You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.

And the best part of it all..

Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.

And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.

Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.

You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.

Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.

"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."

You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.

You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.

“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.

Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.

"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."

He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.

“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.

Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.

"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”

“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.

“Surprise!”

You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.

There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.

Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.

You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.

“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.

It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.

Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.

After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.

You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.

"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.

Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.

"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.

“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.

You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.

You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.

You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.

You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.

It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.

You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..

You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.

You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.

You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello? Y/N?”

A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.

“Mom?”

You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.

So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?

You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.

Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.

"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.

"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.

"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.

There’s a long pause.

The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.

“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?

“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”

She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.

Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,

It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.

“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.

You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.

You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.

You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.

And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.

Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.

Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"

"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.

You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.

You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.

You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.

Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.

He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.

Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.

One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.

He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.

He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.

“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.

Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.

"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.

“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”

“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.

“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.

“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.

Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.

"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.

“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.

He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”

There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.

“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.

He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.

"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.

His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.

It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.

Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.

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cozage · 1 year

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What would it take to make Buggy and/or Law flustered to the point of voice cracks or stuttering? (Let's say from their crushes)

Love your writing!

A/N: I love you!!! I hope you enjoy :) I was going to add a few more characters, but honestly this was a really cute and fulfilling request. Thank you! (if you were looking for a different format please please please let me know I won’t be offended)

Characters: gn reader x Buggy, Law

Cw: slight suggestive content, but mostly cute fluff :)

Total word count: 400

Buggy Oh this is so easy. Buggy gets flustered over the littlest of things. You don’t even have to be trying to make his voice crack, especially in public. Unexpected kisses, pokes in his side (spoiler alert: he’s SO ticklish), dirty words whispered in his ear, even little knowing glances to him can get his voice breaking. Buggy can tell when you’ve got that glimmer in your eye, and sometimes even just seeing it as you pass by is enough to make him nervous, especially around other people. You always keep him on his toes. Speaking of, sometimes when he's not paying enough attention to you and you’re feeling extra bratty, you’ll just cut his feet off and carry him away, forcing the rest of him to come with you. He’ll scream and fight the whole way until you kiss his lips to shut him up, and then he melts into you.

If you are a hurricane, he is a small ship. He embraces your wild nature and clings on for dear life, hoping to survive the storm.

Law For Law, you really have to be careful about his mood. There a fine line between your advances making him flustered and making him irritated. The first few times you failed miserably and ended up with your feelings hurt and a lot of apologies on both ends. Whenever he’s a captain (making decisions, leading, high stake situations, etc), trying to get him flustered is off the table. The best days to get him worked up are sea day, when everyone is lounging, having fun, and enjoying life. PDA is such a foreign concept to this man that just about any form of affection can get him flustered. Sitting on his lap, taking food from his plate during dinner, or giving him long, passionate kisses in the hallway are all easy ways to get him so flustered his voice will crack. When he’s alone, it takes a lot more effort. One of the few things you can get him with are new outfits. Ones that are hug your body tight or show too much skin. Just walking in and showing it off can get his voice cracking if you’re lucky. But he’s come to expect you to be unpredictable, and he loves it when it’s just the two of you. In fact, your voice probably cracks more when you’re alone than his does.

You are the light to his darkness, the cool breeze on a summer day. Something he never knew he needed, and now he cannot bear to live without.

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minnielvr · 4 months

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cold chocolate - kim seungmin

˚ ༘ pairing bf! seungmin x fem! reader

˚ ༘ genre fluff, angst!!, seungmins a bit of a meanie :(

˚ ༘ wc 3.4k

˚ ༘ note never writing smth this long (okay 3k words☠️) again idfk how sum ppl do it😭 sorry if this bad guys i cant write rlly good🦦merry xmas!!!

"hey y/n can you come out here?" seungmin called to you from your guys' living room.

"yea whats up babe?" you went over to the couch and sat next to him.

"promise you wont be mad?" he looked at you and raised a brow while grabbing your hand.

"oh god seungmin what did you do now?" you chuckled. obviously you thought that whatever he was going to tell you wasn't that shocking and he was just exaggerating, but you were so wrong.

"no y/n this is serious."

"o-oh okay. uhm whats wrong?" you were starting to get nervous now. does he want to break up? did he cheat on you? a million thoughts raced through your head but not one of them was what he was about to tell you.

"i'm not gonna be home for christmas.." he said it so casually as he looked down in his lap.

"oh."

now usually missing holidays wouldn't be such a problem for you two, except christmas. you guys dont really celebrate anything other than valentines, chuseok, and birthdays, sometimes you guys dont even celebrate birthdays. but christmas? it was a must. you were going to go back home to your family with him for the first time. he had even said yes. now all of a sudden he cant? whats more important?

you inhaled a shaky breath and asked, "why?"

"well you know, we have practice to do, and we have to record some things. so i'll be staying at the dorms." he shrugged and let go of your hands. thinking you were fine.

now that pissed you off. practice? recording? he couldn't skip one week of work for christmas? he was never like this, he has never put his work over you.

"seriously seungmin?. you cant just skip a week of work for christmas? you're putting 'some practice' over me?" you looked up at him with an open mouth.

"no y/n, i cannot." he glared at you. why was he giving you attitude all of a sudden? its not like you're the one who will be missing christmas.

"care to explain why?" you crossed your arms.

"dont you get it y/n? my work is harder than yours, you literally do nothing but sit down at a desk all day and book peoples appointments," he slowly started to raise his voice. "you dont get it all. i cant just be home all the time to give you attention. since when were you so clingy?"

you stood up from the couch and backed away from him, scared of him yelling at you. were you really that annoying? your eyes started to water.

"seungmin wh-why are you getting so mad? i'm just asking you to take a week off for christmas, im sure they'll let you. beside you need a break too." you said while looking down, trying to avoid eye contact so he couldn't see your tears.

"i'm mad because you're annoying! i dont want to take a week off. i cant be with you all the time y/n. leave me alone." he turned to the tv and turned it on, acting as if nothing happened.

at this point there were tears running down your face. how could he be so rude and say something like that? sure you guys have had arguments before and said things, but never like this. he the level-headed one in the relationship. he always keeps his cool during arguments because he knows how upset you get.

maybe it is your fault though. maybe you ask for too much attention and let him do all the work in the relationship. maybe you should leave him alone until christmas is over.

"okay. i'm sorry that im too clingy. i'll just leave" you turned around on your foot to go get your backpack with all your things. you'll stay with a friend or something. maybe you were overreacting a bit but you didn't really care, how could your boyfriend just ditch family plans for christmas like that?

"yea whatever, i dont care" and he dismissed your statement just like that.

now that hurts.

one of your best friends since you were 5, areum, was jeongins girlfriend. you and her were out one day and saw the two of them together, jeongin asked for aerums for her number first and seungmin asked you out a few weeks later. the rest is history.

you just arrived to aerums house and she graciously welcomed you in. seeing the tear stains on your face and your nose red, she figured you had walked here. she was correct. on the way out of your and seungmin's shared apartment, you had forgotten your car keys. but by the time you realized you were already too far down and didn't want to go back up to grab them, especially because seungmin would probably still be in there.

"so? tell me what happened babes" she guided you over to her couch and sat down next to you.

you explained what had happened and she fully agreed with you on your view of the whole thing. i mean, if he already said yes to the plans, why would he switch up all of a sudden? and seungmin would usually take a sick day or soemthing if you asked, he cared about you a lot. you're not saying that he has to prioritize his work over you, but the least he could do was tell you in a nice way or just take a few days off for christmas.

"but wait. that doesn't make sense.." aerum furrowed her eyebrows.

"huh? why?" you looked up at her.

"jeongin said that they have a little christmas break or something like that. i mean, we aren't going anywhere but he said that the boys have no schedules and practices," she looked at you nervously. "do you think that maybe seungmins lying to you?"

well he definitely is, theres no question about that. you just didn't want to believe that he would actually lie to you about something like this.

"n-no he would never..," you looked down in your lap. "oh my god he doesn't want to see my family. he probably thinks i'm rushing into it right? but we were supposed to go to his parents house after that, how is that fair?" you were coming up with all these excuses to not make him look like the bad guy in this situation but there really isnt any. he lied to you and called you cling and annoying. thats the hard truth.

"hey hey calm down its okay," aerum side hugged you and started rubbing your shoulders. "i'm sure it's just a little problem with miscommunication hm? it could be fixed like this." she snapped her finger.

"y-yea of course." you hiccuped. "can i just stay here for the night though? i don't feel like going back yet." you looked up to aerum with wide, teary eyes.

"aw of course honey." she squished your cheeks. "go shower and i'll get some food ready for us. we can watch a movie." she smiled at you and tapped your back to usher you to the bathroom.

you smiled and agreed with her and went to shower. turning the water to borderline boiling so you could release all your thoughts.

you put on some of aerums spare clothes and stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the main room. she had the movie 'home alone' waiting to be played on the tv. she knew it was your favorite christmas movie.

aerum saw you step out and turned her head back over the couch to face you with a big smile on her face, beckoning you to go and sit next to her. you could see a plethora os sugary and salty snacks sitting on the little coffee table in the middle of the room. she really knew how to cheer you up.

you guys ended up watching both home alone movies and ate almost all of the snacks. you guys also fell asleep next to each other on the couch. which was typical for the two of you when you ahd movie nights.

you were the first one to wake up the next morning. rubbing your eyes and aerums foot being the first thing you see was not so pleasant. the sun was shining through the window and you could hear the bustling city of seoul outside. what time was it?

you sat up from the couch while gently taking aerums leg off of your lap. you bent down to grab your phone to see that the time was..2 PM?!?!? seungmin must be worried sick!

you turned to the side and looked at aerum sleeping so peacefully. a little drool coming out the side of her mouth.

"aerum! hey! hey! wake up! it's 2'oclock!" you violently shook her shoulders.

she hummed and swatted your hands away from her body. telling you to shut up.

"as much as i would love to stop doing this i still love you and you have work today. so...get. up." at this point she had opened her eyes and you were staring straight into them.

"oh my god! i have work!" she kicked the blanket off her feet and scrambled to get up off the couch. running to her bathroom to go shower and get ready.

"hey wait! i was gonna go in there!" you chased after her but to no avail. she had already got in and locked the door.

"i know you have boyfriend problems right now but im already late for work! which one is worse y/n?" you could hear her starting to turn on the shower.

"fine, you win." you lightly kicked her bathroom door in anger.

you headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for ingredients to make breakfast for the two of you. there was nothing inside the fridge except some eggs, bread, butter, and milk. how did aerum and jeongin even survive in this house? at yours and seungmin's apartment, the food inside the fridge and pantry is always stocked. you guys go grocery shopping together too, just to make running errands a little more fun. sometimes he would ride the cart trying to run away from you or sneak in some extra snacks that you guys certainly didn't need to spend so much money on. but thats what made it fun. those little quirks are why you loved seungmin.

as you were reminiscing on those little memories, you heard a door to the apartment open. looking towards it, you saw jeongin walk in. since you started tearing up thinking about yours and seungmins relationship, you quickly wiped them when jeongin came a little closer to you.

"y/n? oh my god! seungmin is so worried about you! you should go to him. like now." he looked genuinely concerned.

"y-yea i should haha," you looked towards the eggs cooking on the stove. "just make sure you keep on eye this food though. me and aerum woke up late so while she showered i figured i could make me and her some food. but i'm leaving now. also you guys should really go grocery shopping." you laughed at him while packing up your things.

he frowned at you and opened the fridge "hey it's not that b-maybe it is..."

aerum walked out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel and looked at you wide eyed. she heard you talking to yourself so she decided to come out.

"damn babe" jeongin turned towards aerum and looked at her while raising his eyebrows.

"jeongin! what are you doing here! you weren't gonna be back until like...2...oh." she looked at the clock and now realized it was 3. "oh my god i'm gonna get fired!!"

"chill out aerum, i'm sure one day won't do anything" you chuckled at her over exaggeration.

"okay y/n listen," she went up to you and put her hands on your shoulders, staring you dead in the eyes. "you back in your apartment and be very clear to seungmin that you're sad and man and whatnot. be confident and don't cry." she pursed her lip at you.

"okay! got it. now go finish getting ready so you can leave before jeongin makes you stay!" you winked at her and left her apartment.

you were in front of your apartment door, giving yourself a pep talk about why you shouldn't be scared to go in there and confront seungmin. communication is key right?

you opened the door and were met with an empty house, no sign of seungmin anywhere. maybe he was sleeping? they didn't have any schedules today if you recalled correctly.

you walked towards your guys' shared bedroom and opened the door to be met with a sad sight. it was seungmin, curled up in the bed, holding onto your pillow. he seemed to be asleep and you didn't want to wake up him up. you were still mad at him, but the sight made your heart clench.

you went to your dresser and set your bag down. then you went to the bathroom to do your skincare routine since you hadn't gotten the chance to do so at aerums place. seems as though that woke seungmin up because next thing you know he's walking up to bathroom door that you forgot to close. you saw him behind you in the mirror.

"y/n?" he came closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. "i-i thought something happened to you when you left, i got really worried y'know..."

"well, i'm fine see? no need to worry." you unwrapped his arms from around your waist and stepped away from him. you appreciated the gesture but he's acting so normal, as if nothing happened between you two.

"oh...okay." he got the memo that you wanted to be left alone, so he left the bathroom. this time closing the door.

you were conflicted. you were mad at seungmin and he really hurt you. plus, the holidays were coming up and you didn't want to be in a sour mood for it. but at the same time, you could see he felt bad. him just initiating physical contact and being the first one to talk said a lot.

you see, both you and seungmin were both very prideful people. that means that when the two of you argued, instead of being normal and talking it out a few hours later. you guys stretched it on for 1-2 days before either of you came to apologize. communication was something your and seungmin's relationship was heavily lacking.

you decided that you would wait for seungmin to speak to you. and if he doesn't then well, you'll cross that bridge when you get there.

once you finished up in the bathroom, you made your way out to your bedroom and saw that seungmin was curled up on the bed with his phone.

"thought you had practice seungmin?" you crossed your arms and raised your brow.

"o-oh well you know i decided to skip today because i was so worried about you and i was waiting for you to come home." he made up an excuse.

"well im fine so, you should probably get going now." you patted his back and shooed him away.

you guessed that was his breaking point because then he turned around to face you with tears in his eyes and said

"y/n please...i'm sorry. i lied okay? i don't have any schedules or practice for the next whole week." he looked down in shame.

you already knew that so it wasn't that much of a shocker. but it really hurt coming from him.

"why would you lie to me seungmin?" tears were now starting to well up in your eyes. "i'm sorry if i rushed you into meeting my parents. it's just that we've been together for 2 years and you never got to see them except on calls so i thought it would be a nice trip for us...." you wiped your tears.

"no love trust me thats not the reason at all." he sat down next to you in the bed and took your face in his hands.

"so then why did you lie to me and call me clingy and annoying?" he winced when you mentioned what he called you. he really didn't mean to. he doesn't think that about you at all. it came out of nowhere.

"because y/n....i was scared to meet them. i thought that maybe they would think i wasn't good enough for you." he looked down in his lap.

"seungmin why on earth would you think that? my parents already love you and they've seen you on call. they practically adore you." you took his face in your hands now. "seungmin no one would ever think that about you. you're perfect in so many ways and you deserve me just as much as i deserve you, if not more."

"y/n how can you say that when i said all those things?" he was referring to when he called you clingy and annoying.

"because i know you didn't mean it baby. it did hurt a lot, but it's nothing you can't make up for." you smiled at him. "i know you've been a little stressed with all the end of year activities and stuff. but you're getting a break now! enjoy it."

"i just feel so guilty for lying to you and saying those things y/n, i truly am sorry. how can i make it up to you?" he looked at you wide eyed.

"cuddles and kisses. but we can do that after we pack since we're leaving in 2 days." you giggled.

seungmin pulled you by your waist into a hug and kissed the top of your head. "you know i love you a lot y/n, right?"

"yes i know that baby, i love you too" you smiled up at him. "now! lets get to packing!" you got up from the bed and started pulling clothes out of your drawers. seungmin groaned, not wanting to get up from the bed.

it was christmas eve and you and seungmin were at your parents house. they were thrilled to see him and loved him very much. not failing to make him feel very deserved.

you guys were all sitting in the living room and it was 11:30 pm. your parents decided they would go to sleep and give you two some alone time. you guy's both said goodnight and waited for them to leave until you started talking.

"so, having a good time so far?" you turned sideways to face seungmin.

"of course, the best time even." he smiled at you. "wanna watch home alone? i know it's your favorite and we didn't get to watch it back at home."

"yes! i'll go make some hot chocolate for us." you hopped off the couch and made your way to the kitchen to boil some milk.

it's been about five minutes and the milk was still boiling. seungmin came into the kitchen to keep you some company. he walked over to where you were by the stove and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

"could this thing be any slower?" he whispered right into your ear.

"ugh, i know right. i don't even care anymore," you turned off the stove. "we can have cold chocolate i guess." you started pouring the milk into yours and seungmins cups.

"anything is good when i'm with you." he kissed the side of your neck and swayed you side to side.

you giggled and turned around towards him and said "awww look at you being all flirty" you teased.

he shrugged his shoulders. "it's the christmas spirit i guess."

you then looked at the digital clock behind seungmin and it read 11:59.

"oh seungmin look!" you point behind him at the clock. "it's almost christmas! in five....four....three....t-"

he pulled your face towards him and brought you in for a kiss. he rested his hands on your hips and then pulled away. you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"man, i wish it was christmas everyday if you're gonna act like this"

he chuckled. "merry christmas y/n." he pulled you into his chest and rested his chin on your head.

"merry christmas seungmin."

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thechekhov · 5 months

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Hello! Just wanted to say I love all your content but I wanted to ask if you had any advice/tips for running curse of strahd? I'm working on getting ready to run it with some friends/my partner and while I've run a fair amount of homebrew stuff this is my real first attempt at a legit module so I was curious if you could share anything since I believe you also are running/had run that module as well?

Thanks for asking! This is a very fun question!

I have indeed run Curse of Strahd. It was my first foray into long-term DMing and my team and I finished that campaign a little under a year ago. It was awesome, and I'm always excited to talk about it. Curse of Strahd had be a great game if everyone is on the same page!

First of all, I'm gonna say

Having Experience with Homebrew will be a huge boon

When I ran CoS, I followed the actual module about... 60% of the time. It was good... as a baseline/blueprint. But the reality is that I changed up a lot of the details. Either because I didn't like the vibes of the story, or because the plot points were antithetical to my team's goals. I changed up an entire floor of Ravenloft. I threw away a whole storyline for a major NPC because I felt it was too boring.

I think most people who run Curse of Strahd do this, actually. I've heard countless tales of how others Homebrewed their own meat onto the skeleton, and still came out of the campaign with an awesome, Strahd flavored experience. So don't worry about that part.

Here's my advice:

1. Everyone should vibe with what Strahd IS as a game.

Strahd can be a lot of things - you can Homebrew your own motivations into him, or make him a her, or change the history of his castle if need be. But if there's one thing Curse of Strahd is... it is DARK.

The Venn Diagram of Parties Who Understand That Suffering Can Be Fun To Roleplay and Parties Who Had A Good Time Doing CoS is probably a circle. You cannot do this adventure with a group of people who just want to hit monsters a whole bunch. It's an inherently 'oh my god this SUCKS' adventure. That's the main theme. Your players need to be able to enjoy that sort of game, otherwise they will just be miserable.

One of my players, upon arriving in Barovia, immediately said 'I hate it here' and then continued to say it for the rest of the campaign. That is kind of the catchphrase of CoS. Your players need to be comfortable with that sort of bleak horror and overall misery. It makes the end and the potential to finally end Strahd worth it.

That being said, Strahd can also just be... a lot. It has death and torture and psychological horror in there. KIDS DIE. Please discuss this stuff with your table, and remove elements if they guarantee a bad experience for everyone!

(Yes, you can trim down some of the viscera if you need to, that's fine. But keep in mind it will still be tragic. It SHOULD still be tragic. I set some boundaries for myself, but I also killed a whole town in an avalanche. It happened to be the only town my players had grown to like. It was a dick move. It was exactly what you would expect to happen.)

2. Read ahead - A LOT AHEAD.

For a self-contained world, Barovia isn't actually that big. It's a very small map, compared to some that span continents. That means you have the ability to flesh it out, as it were.

To add to that... some areas are... severely underdeveloped plot-wise. Sometimes there are places your players will go where it FEELS like it should link up to another point in the game but it just... doesn't. There is room to expand there. Use your Homebrew skills to connect the dots that the module doesn't!

I greatly recommend taking the time to either read through the whole adventure OR listen through some video-essays. There IS some cool stuff that comes in in the later game that you can grab and put down breadcrumbs for from day one. Or add to your own story twists.

My recommended resource for this is the Curse of Strahd DM's Guide video series.

...and to that end...

3. Start living in Ravenloft Castle WAY before your players get there.

Listen..........listen. look.

Look at this, and suffer as all GMs have suffered.

Castle Ravenloft is unarguably the biggest, stupidest, most architecturally ludicrous hurdle when it comes to GMing CoS. And I am here to tell you - IT IS DOABLE.

You can understand the castle, you can grow comfortable with it. But you need to start early. Hell, I think I began to set up Ravenloft maps before my players even knew it existed. Then I stopped, because I was scared.. but then I went back, and I.... roleplayed SOLO on my off-days! I set up little scenes between Strahd and others and imagined him setting traps, and doing other things. It helped me understand which staircase led to where, and what floors were accessible from which angles.

A part of me actually thinks that there should be a mini GMs-only class where a more experienced Strahd GM takes some time with other GMs to guide them through a map of the castle. A CoS Learning Oneshot, if you will.

There's also a LOT of talented mapmakers that create beautiful, digital CoS maps! Here's one:

Even if you are playing analogue, at a physical table, I greatly encourage you to check it out for reference. The official CoS maps are bleak and a little bit more... rustic? Than they are gothic.

Anyway, in order to avoid talking your ear off, I will end it here.

My last bit of advice is... to have fun!

Yes I know I just said that Strahd is an inherently bad-vibes game. But it's actually GOOD to let your players goof off now and then. Don't be afraid to let them do shenanigans. It builds character, and allows them to regain the energy they need to role-play properly heavy elements later.

My group did a whole bunch of funny stuff. They felt so bad about losing Ireena that when they saw Ismark, instead of explaining themselves to him they cast Darkness and tried to scramble away. There was a running joke that the cleric was too good to know about sex, so they used the euphemism 'play cards' around her, much to everyone's amusement. They got kicked by a walking house once and never forgot nor forgave. And finally, they defeated some Flame Skulls by putting them into a bag of holding.

Anyway, the point is... have fun! I wish you and your party the best of luck. :)

#chekhov answers #curse of strahd #cos #ttrpg #dnd #5e #d&d #cos 5e

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WELP! THIS IS SO CUTEEE 👀💞

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqPdjRoA6rT/?igshid=ZWU2MTYxZTY=

soooo, who do you think among the hq boys with their son would be like thiisss??

*anywaayyss, i personally think that this would be rin and atsumu 😁

AHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE- but this got suggestive bc I needed it for the content minors pls skip this one 😭

also cheating a lil bc in my dad au Rin has a son so… sue me BDJSBSOSN-

But if this ISNT suna, I’ll eat my hat.

Bc I just KNOW that Rintaro is the worst instigator in the damn world, and because his dad is so cOoL or something, Akito wants to be just like him too. He’s very much a daddy’s boy, has been since he was a new born, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, the sight is damn cute.

Until it’s not.

Rin’s always been… open, with his affections, everything from cute to suggestive, but thankfully he tries to do the former more than the latter. Things like holding your hand, you soon feel Akito’s tiny fingers grip yours. A kiss to your cheek, Akito wants to do the same thing to your other cheek. Feeding you a bite of food, a chubby hand brings a fistful of food to your lips.

What yourself and Rin forget to remember is that he does pick up so easily. And sometimes that does more harm than good.

Making dinner tonight was supposed to be fine. Until Rintaro slinks up behind you with other intentions.

“Smells great in here,” he purrs, still gripping the meat of your ass in his fingers, and you sink your teeth into your lip as you bite back a breathless scold. “Always can’t wait to have a taste, momma.”

“You’re feral,” You say, but he leans in for a kiss that you happily give him, giving you one more small smack that has you smirking softly.

“Just lookin’ so good doing basic things… so glad you decided to wife me up.”

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, “you practically begged me to do it, I- AIYE!”

A small, open palmed hand smacks against your ass, making you reel away in shock, your knees folding slightly as you try to keep yourself away from the now tiny offending hand. Both of your faces drop before you both lean over to look at your son, who’s smiling up at you.

“AKITO!” You yell in shock.

“Hedo, mumma!”

Doesn’t hold quite the same emotions as when Rintaro purred it.

You see your husband snort loudly in his palm, which is of course followed by your son’s chubby hand doing a similar action, and you give Rintaro a look of pure rage when he’s now fully laughing, gripping his sides as he gawfs. “Can I get some help here, Rintaro!”

“Oof, full name huh?” He says, finally catching his breath. He gets down on one knee and playfully beckons Akito with crooking fingers, the three year old toddling over giggly. “Now why’d you do that, dude?”

“Watch do, dadda!”

You groan aloud in the air, knowing this will only spark a new game between them because Rintaro takes everything to a next step before he steps in and says “hey, just so you know, we don’t smack other people’s asses.”

Dickhead.

Instead, it becomes to your two children dashing around you as you chop vegetables on the counter- your eldest, being of 25 years old, doing one thing, then your two year old copying him.

Kissing you, once again patting your butt, feeding you a bit of your chopped vegetables, all until Rin tries to pick you up, and when Akito cannot succeed, he decides to plant a surprisingly hearty smack on your leg.

“Ow!” You whine, your hand coming down to rub at your leg. This, apparently, snaps Akito out of his game, turning to face you with wide eyes that watch you gently try to sooth the stinging.

“Hurt mumma?”

You look at him softly through your lashes, “a little bit, bud,” you smile. “This is why we don’t hit people. It can hurt them sometimes.”

“I sorry, mumma,” he mumbles, placing an open mouthed kiss to your stinging thigh. You giggle and lean down to scoop him in your arms, hoisting him up onto your hip and kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay, handsome,” you assure, resting your head against his for eye contact, which he delivers. “Just want to be like daddy, huh?”

He nods eagerly, whole body jouncing happily, “wanna gib mumma dadda love!” Rintaro opens his mouth, but you shut him up with a glare. “Daddy love mumma, I wanna love mumma!” You chuckle and plant a kiss to his nose, then quick pressed all over his face which had him giggling and writhing softly. “Mummaaaa!”

“Hey, gettin’ a little jealous over here!” Rin teases with a pout. You give him another playful glare, which is then copied by Akito, and you chuckle softly as Rin flashes you his biggest set of puppy eyes. You stalk over to him and lean in, and when he leans forward too, you blow him a huge raspberry which has him reeling back. “You’re such a shit!”

His eyes fly open and widen once he realizes. Your jaw slacks again as you try to ignore the fact that in your peripheral, you see your son trying to articulate the word.

It flies from his lips soon after, and you wince at the new letter in his vocabulary. You drop your head in defeat before turning back towards the vegetables, “here baby, help me with dinner okay?” You say to your boy, which has him bouncing excitedly. “Daddy’s going to be sleeping on the couch tonight, isn’t he?”

“Yeah!” He chirps. Rintaro bites his lip, trying to think of damage control. When he can’t think of any, he cowers to the living room, invisible tail tucked between his legs.

Were you really that mad? No, you’re more impressed it took you both three years to finally say a curse word.

Would you have immense joy watching Rintaro paw for your forgiveness?

Hell yeah.

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hey lemony!! woke up thinking about sick!kakashi. i partially think he would be the type to ignore sickness until it cannot be ignored, and i think when he gets sick, before he gets into a relationship, he would be very good and quick about getting himself better just so he could be sent on missions quicker or whatever. however, after he gets into a relationship, i think he would be the whiny, needy type that drags out his sickness/symptoms just so he could soak up all the care and affection he could get from his partner :)

sorry lemony! one more thing to add to sick kakashi anon is that his dogs would know if he was faking it because they could smell the sickness, and by day 4, pakkun would probably say “you don’t smell sick anymore” while the partner is out of the room and kakashi would just glare at him

hey, anon. i think this is very cute & you are absolutely right.

Kakashi glares at Pakkun as the dog huffs again, already wrinkled brow furrowing. "It's unfair to keep expecting them to wait on you hand and foot."

He sighed, letting his head fall back against the pillow--which you had perfectly placed and fluffed and put a new case on while he bathed that morning. "I know, I know. Just a little longer, okay?"

The pug growled lowly, but said nothing else.

And Kakashi did, in fact, know Pakkun was right. That allowing you to continue caring for him--pampering him, even--was perhaps a little selfish.

There was a time Kakash would never in a thousand years have considered feigning illness. In fact, when he was younger, he was much more likely to feign not being sick even as a fever raged within him, turning his skin pink and sticky, cool to the touch, as ever muscle in his body screamed for respite.

"I'm fine," he would grumble to Tenzo or Yugao, swatting away their hands when they tried to feel his forehead or neck to confirm their suspicions.

But that was a long time ago. That was before he met you.

He never swatted your hands away. Rather, he yearned for your touch the moment it ceased, sometimes whining faintly so you would brush your fingers through his hair, over his cheek soothingly.

Kakashi did not think he had ever craved anything as much as your touch. Not his favorite foods or books. Not even the bleak release of death during his darkest moments.

When you were near him, the awful thoughts quieted, the weight of the world--of his loved ones' sacrifices--lifted just a fraction. He felt like he could breathe easier as long as the two of you shared the same air.

The first time he'd fallen ill, there had been no pretense. He'd simply returned from a mission in rain-soked Amegakure with wet feet and an awful, racking cough. He hadn't even thought to tell you, to take himself off the active duty roster to recuperate.

But then you'd showed up at his door, expression immediately concerned as you reached out to press your wrist against his forehead, frowning when you felt the heat radiating from his skin.

"Are you sick?" you'd asked. He'd shrugged even as his teeth chattered. And then, to Kakashi's utter surprise, you'd dedicated yourself wholly to taking care of him. You made him miso soup, wrapped him in warm, fuzzy blankets you brought from your own house (Kakashi had no such thing in his apartment). You put soothing balm under his nose, made him tea steeped with echinacea. You stopped at the Hokage Tower to let the chunin at the mission desk know he needed to be put on sick leave.

It had all felt so natural, even as it was also foreign. Kakashi could not remember someone ever taking care of him in such a way, though he was sure there had been a time when Sakumo had done so--gingerly placing a warm cloth on his son's forehead between misssions. Kakashi wondered if his mother had ever done the same, when he was far too small to remember.

And it had felt good to be cared for. Fretted over. The warmth of his fever was nothing compared to that which bloomed in his chest as you bustled around his apartment, tidying up because he "needed to rest." You were so naturally good at taking care of others--taking care of him. It made him all the more grateful to have found you.

So the next time he was sick, he didn't think anyone could blame him for milking it just a little. Forcing his coughs to sound a bit raspier, looking up at you with pleading, pathetic eyes when he told you he was cold and could you come here and warm him up.

Now, though, Pakkun had clearly caught on to his game. Kakashi was grateful his summons had at least waited until you left the room to thoroughly sniff his cheek and then gruffly accuse him, "You're not sick anymore, what are you doing?"

What was he doing? Surely you had more important things to attend to than warming a bowl of soup for him and sitting beside him on the bed as he feebly ate.

But wasn't he allowed to be just a little selfish? All those years pushing through the pain of injury and illness... didn't he deserve a little extra care now that he'd found the person who made him feel worthy of it?

You returned to the room with a steaming bowl in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Kakashi recognized the telltale fizz of one of the electrolyte tabs you sometimes dropped in "to make sure you're well-hydrated."

They turned his urine a strange shade of pale orange, but Kakashi didn't have the heart to tell you they were probably just overpriced B-vitamins.

"He isn't sick anymore."

Betrayal, white hot and instantaneous, lanced through him. Kakashi's head whipped toward Pakkun who scratched at one ear with his hind paw, utterly unconcerned.

Kakashi expected you to frown, to chastize him for taking advantage of your goodness.

Instead, you chuckled, which grabbed both his and Pakkun's attention.

When he met your gaze, your smile was full of love Kakashi thought his fever might have returned full force with how warm he suddenly felt, basking in it.

"You think I don't know that?" you asked, and Kakashi felt his cheeks flare with new heat that had nothing to do with his cold. "I don't mind indulging him a little."

You crossed the room and set his lunch on the bedside table, perching on the edge of the bed as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You combed your fingers through his hair, still smiling, as you added, "Besides, I know he'll make it up to me in other ways."

Pakkun grumbled something vaguely insulting as he hopped off the end of the bed and padded his way out of the room.

Kakashi didn't bother to ask him to repeat himself or chide him for his rudeness. Instead, knowing full well he was no longer sick and so he couldn't pass his illness to you, he pulled you into a sweet, lingering, grateful kiss.

You were right, he would certainly be making this up to you and more.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi headcanons #kakashi imagines #kakashi's ninken #dog dad supremacy #gn!reader #lemony scribbles

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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A thought on Miguel

Ya know? Every time I see Miguel I think.

Man, this man needs a hug even if he says that's he's fine cause we know he's just bulshitting himself big time. Like, he's broken, his life was shit and the little thing that actually made him happy disappeared in his hands before his eyes.

Sometimes I think that Gabriela was that inflection point where he just realizes "Maybe just maybe I can try happiness." (Cause c'mon. In the comics dude is abused emotionally by his own mother. Always comparing him and belittling him. And we know what happened to Gabriel. and his step dad is shit. )

Sometimes I like to think that Gabriela was his redemption to all those terrible bad years prior the incident. She was his purpose. And when he saw the chance, he didn't even hesitated into dive head first into it. His biggest mistake. Although pretty much understandable. None would overlook the chance of being better or happy or do things differently, right?

Sometimes I think He just wanted to be the father he never had. He just wanted to be the role model he never had, be that safe place for someone else that he never got. And that's why I think most of us empathize with him. Mostly for not saying all of us, (Kudos if you don't ♥️) have had situations that resembled Comic Miguel and Movie Miguel's life.

And when he loses Gabi, that's a turning point for the bad to him. His main motivation to be better, happier is gone.

Instead, he kinda twists that purpose Gabi gave him to protect the Multiverse he knows. Not that he doesn't care for the Spider Society members. He knows that all of them are there because they are more capable of handling themselves. They don't need protection, but they do need a role model, someone that guides them into not fucking up like he did.

That's why he is all grumpy, tired, emotionally drained and mentally exhausted. Cause he learned the consequences the hard way, but the rest is just cool about it. (Not cool in the 'I don't care way' but more like Just 'tell me what you need me to do and I'll do it, but my way' sort of thing.)

He didn't have the proper time to actually reflect on his mistakes, not that the multiverse is giving him any break though, He is Spiderman. He just knows that his mistake CANNOT be repeated. That's why he turns even more irritable, angry, fearful, all stemmed from self loathing for failing.

The man is depressed af. And we know, he overworks himself, he berates his own mind by watching over and over the screening videos of him and Gabi, he perpetuates guilt, but he cannot waver, cause he is a role model (A self imposed one) for the rest. He's not yet he is a martyr. He's not because he shares the common goal to keep Multiverse safe, but he is since said need to keep multiverse safe rooted from his big fuck up.

But dude has a savior complex. (I think this one suits better than martyr, dunno.)

And when Miles show up and does his thing, he sees all his convictions, motivations, his purpose, everything that drives him, threatened. And that's why lashed out the way he did on Miles.

That's his breaking point. I do not agree in the things he said to Miles though, we all know that he was just self projecting big time a good chunk of that dialogue. But he just wants to contain Miles at first, but the more Miles fights, the more everything he has worked for crumbles. An act of despair and fear disguised as anger, I like to think.

He is stunned cause damn, the menace to everything he has known and built so far just escaped from his hands before his eyes and again he was unable to stop it. (Another failure for him.)

He's a walking contradiction. Mistakes for him are not an option, but he can't help but make them along the way. Like most of us. And I think that's what makes him the most human among other Spiderman. And hopefully we can see more of him and how does he deals with all of that in the last movie.

But yeah, that's just my take on him.. Might be wrong, might be 🤡 or obvious but yeah. Needed to get that out.

#miguel o'hara #talking with t✨#random though of the day #miguel atsv #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #t writes✨

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Azriel x Reader | Demons in Your Mind

type: drabble warning(s): talk about bad mental health word count: 1.5k words request: the original request was: If you are taking requests, can I please ask for an angsty fic that ends in fluff with Azriel? About Azriel not noticing that y/n is struggling mentally and not eating, harming herself? but I decided to change it a little, make a small drabble of how Azriel would comfort you after a mental break down/ an anxiety attack.

“Don‘t apologise. You know I would never judge you.“ The shadowsinger’s voice is a low rumble, soothing and comforting. He holds you firmly to his chest, his finger tips poking into your skin, to keep you as close as possible.

Azriel keeps your head pressed against his, while he is shifting a little on the bed. His chin and lower lip are quavering, his heart racing in his chest, skipping sad beats that ache in his whole chest. The temperature in the room is cool, making icy cold spread through your entire body. You haven’t eaten the whole day which made your head feel light headed. Azriel noticed that something was off with you, felt it through the bond. He quickly gathered you in his arms and left the family gathering with you, returning back to your shared place where the damn finally broke. Everything had gotten too much for you that day, everything was too overwhelming, and the consequence was now that your brain and thoughts would once again not shut up and tell you the worst things possible. That started during the family gathering, you felt like you were being suffocated and you needed to get out. You had no idea that you were projecting and that Azriel could read you so well. The moment he gathered you in his arms to leave the meeting, you were reminded again that you truly had the best mate in the world.

That feeling and that thought is still prominent now that you are at home — he really is the best. You lean more into Azriel, reveling in his warmth — his sheer presence. He is there for you, he keeps you safe. You have him. Other than before when your panic attack started and the anxiety flooded your system, you have him now. He is here. This thought calms you, calms your heart a little and brings you comfort. Azriel is warm and solid next to you, helping you increase your body temperature a little. It has dropped a lot due to the anxiety attack, the flood of unwelcome emotions and thoughts. Once again you had felt like you were not enough, like all you did was alright but never good enough. Like there was so much more you could do. This feeling hasn’t vanished — it is still here and you still feel so weak, so undeserving of the life you have. Sometimes there is this endless tunnel of darkness and with no way out, no escape you can think of. It seems like your whole life will stay dark forever and even though the shadowsinger somehow manages to brighten every day of your life, the darkness returns the moment he leaves. You know that this is your problem to deal with, you cannot make it Azriel’s problem as well.

A loud sob parts your lips and you shudder against Azriel, your body feeling so sore and drained of energy. There is no ounce of happiness or peace inside of you. You don’t even feel sad - you feel nothing. You feel empty, robbed of life. And you feel tired. You want to sleep and that is all you want to do. Today, tomorrow, forever. There is just no energy left to go about your day like everything is fine.

It pains Azriel seeing you like this. He knows exactly what this endless darkness feels like, has been in this place many times in his life already. He knows the darkness so well. A crack appears in his heart and it only intensifies when you sob again, your whole body shuddering against him. “Why am I so weak?”

The shadowy male presses you to him, holding you so tightly hardly any air gets into your lungs. “Don’t ever say that again!” he cautions. “You are one of the strongest people I know, so brave. You are everything but weak.”

Your pants are a little ragged when you wiggle your head and try to glimpse up at him through a blurry vision. Many tears still brim your eyes, some have already dried on your cheeks, some are burning behind your eyes. For a moment you just look at him and feel the corners of your mouth lift into a barely there smile. You are so lucky to have him. Azriel gathered a little bit of food for you when you arrived, having noticed that you haven’t eaten the whole day. He knows it is always easier for you when he eats with you and so he slowly reaches for the plate with fruits that he placed on the bedside table. You eat together, Azriel feeding you some berries and small pieces of fruit while he tells you a little about his day. You love listening to him, and you love to hear about what he has done and so you find some comfort in this moment, in his voice. Your heart no longer so frantically beats in your chest, it is calming down. Once you have finished eating you will feel better — you are proud that you ate and also your belly no longer feels so hollow. It is a warm feeling that seeps into your heart and warms your chest from the inside out. It feels good and sigh loudly, finally leaning back against Azriel, your head buried in the crook of his neck.

“I wish I could protect you from those demons in your mind.” Azriel kisses the top of your head. You shift a little, fitting perfectly against his chest. “Azriel, you—“ “I know. But I don’t want you to feel like this Y/N. I know what it feels like and I wish I could just help you out of it.”

You sigh again, fisting his shirt. “You are already helping me so much. With everything you do and say.” It is then that you lean back and smile up at him. Azriel is already looking at you and he offers you to talk about what has happened today, what triggers were in involved and what caused your panic attack. Azriel always gives you time to open up, never pressures you, never rushes you. It is always up to you when and if you want to open up. And that only makes you love him more.

As usual opening up always takes a little bit of time, but it is alright now and and so you do. You talk about your mental health, carefully and slowly, putting all the cards on the table, getting everything of your chest. You and Azriel will both shed some tears, but that is fine, you it is alright in the environment you provide for each other — you can be vulnerable with each and that since the very first moment you have met. You fully open up to Azriel, pour all your emotions out while he listens to every word you say, strokes your back with his hand, holds your hand in his other and whispers words of comfort and understanding. He is there for you all the time, holding you, supporting you, encouraging you and when the evening has fully arrived, Azriel will help you wash. You are a person who loves skin and body care and Azriel knows that in times like this you often lack the energy to do this kind of things. Azriel and you are bath together, he sits behind you in the warm water filled with essential oils and rose leaves. Azriel washes your hair, softly and carefully massaging your head and the shampoo into your hair. He worships you and your skin, pampering your back and shoulders with soft kisses while whispering sweet nothings to you. Azriel does not miss one moment of telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you.

“You are so stunning, my beautiful mate,” Azriel breathes against your ear, kisses the pointed tip and pulls you flush to his chest. “The most beautiful mate that there is in this world.”

Using your magic, you are warming the water from time to time, until your skin is all crinkly and you finally decide to go back to bed. You have to chuckle a tiny, little bit when you notice your skin. “We look like old people, Az.” You smile up at him, his hands on your shoulders. He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I cannot wait to grow old with you, my wonderful mate. Azriel then helps you dry off, softly tending to your skin and then you don your most comfortable pyjamas and the shadowsinger carries you to the bedroom where he wraps you into his strong arms, letting you sleep on his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your body.

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Courted by the Dragon

Chapter 8 - Dance of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.

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The evening of Princess Helaena’s name day is held in the rose garden, and you think it must be the most charming party you have ever seen.

Tables and chairs are hidden among the flowers, music is floating up from the terrace and there are so many braziers that it's almost impossible to feel the cool night air.

“Let us find Helaena,” Maris says, grabbing your hand to pull you through the crowds.

You want to stop her, to arrive on measured steps, so you are not quite so breathless when you’re standing in front of Aemond, but it quickly becomes too late for that.

“Your grace,” you pant, feeling as though your corset has been tightened beyond your ability to breathe as you dip into a curtsy, while Maris clings to Helaena, wishing her the happiest of name days.

“I trust you are feeling much better?” he whispers, and you know, without looking, that there is a wicked smile teasing at his lips.

“Quite,” you say, finding his expression to be exactly as you had imagined it, and you don’t give him a reaction.

You move to greet Helaena, offering another curtsy before leaving all three of them behind in favour of wine.

Dandelion wine to be precise and, though the flavour is more bitter than you’d expected, it's still strangely addictive.

Turning to see if perhaps Cassandra or Maris would like to try it for themselves, your eyes meet again with Aemond, who is reaching for his own cup.

“Did you read The Loves of Queen Nymeria?” he asks, taking a sip.

You scoff, “it has only been one night.”

“When a book is enjoyable, I find I cannot stop turning its pages until I’ve had them all, no matter the time of day.”

You were the same, sometimes there were not enough candles in your room for the hours needed to devour every word, but you don’t tell him that.

You look at Maris, who has talked nonstop of Aemond since tea and would likely relish the opportunity for this conversation. Though, you must admit, there was hardly a chance she would ever pick up a book unless absolutely necessary.

Still, you think she will be able to make something up on the spot and be completely delightful when you tell him, “I think perhaps Maris has borrowed it from my room.”

Aemond frowns, “who’s Maris?”

“My sister...” you say, shaking your head in disbelief and knowing fine well that he has spoken to her before. “She is over there with yours,” you gesture your cup in her direction, “so perhaps you would like to discuss the book with her ?”

“But ,” he inches into your path as though he can tell you’re about to slink away, “you have already read it, have you not?”

His question is so direct that you cannot possibly lie even if that's exactly what you want to do. Yet that does not stop you from hesitating, feeling your cheeks heat, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention under his scrutiny. “ Yes. I have read it, are you satisfied?”

From the smile that spreads across his cheeks you can see he is, in fact, satisfied. “What did you think?”

You thought it exciting, enchanting and completely captivating. You couldn’t put it down and wanted desperately to be Nymeria with her 10,000 ships and the dashing Ser Davos Dayne at her side. You’d loved every last word and had re read some of your favourite chapters last night when you were supposed to be forgetting about Aemond.

“You know for someone who claims to love books so much, you were certainly very cavalier when you threw one in the pond,” you say, keeping your thoughts on Nymeria to yourself.

Aemond laughs, taking another sip of his wine, “I suppose I was quite pleased to see you also thought it one of the most terrible things you’d ever read.”

Gods, you remember the way he had smiled when you’d told him precisely how much you disliked it. Perhaps it would have been safer to discuss Nymeria after all.

“Well... just because you do not like something doesn’t mean it is worthless,” you scold, trying carefully to sidestep around him but he counters your movements, so every step only seems to bring you closer.

“True,” he positions himself so you cannot escape, “ but I did not throw it away because I found it worthless...”

“His grace should feel no great need to discard the things I do not like."

“Then tell me of the things you do like.” He says this without any teasing smile, or any agenda at all, except to know you.

Suddenly you feel as though your mind is the book he is trying desperately to read. Yet you don’t want his fingers running through your pages and it's not just because he saw you on the beach. It's not even because he has somehow convinced the men of court to ignore your very existence.

You’re simply not a book to be read by a Targaryen prince, that is Maris’ dream. Your pages have always been meant for a man with no name, a man with no great consequence to the realm and Aemond was the exact opposite of that.

Just as you’re about to tell him, that he has no need to know any more of your interests, you are interrupted by Helaena and grateful for it.

“Brother,” she calls, and you both turn to look at her.

“I would like you to ask my friends to dance,” she says, her cheeks so pink and her smile so hopeful.

“You know I do not dance,” Aemond replies and, though you cannot see his face, you can see the way he tenses and wonder if he is thinking exactly the same thing you are.

‘If you want to dance.... you need only ask.’ Words he had spoken only yesterday.

You think perhaps he was trying to trick you after all, yet, deep down, you know that isn’t true. Aemond had no wish to humiliate you, he had said so himself. But why was it so much easier to believe that his motives were underhand, instead of something far more agreeable?

“It will be a name day present for your favourite sister,” Helaena insists, sharing a conspicuous look with Maris who seems the more likely conspirator behind this whole suggestion.

Rolling his shoulders with a sigh, Aemond stalks towards them, and you can only imagine the look on his face. The way his brow might raise, the way his eye might darken as it narrows. “I have already given you a name day present.”

Helaena and Maris look so desperately disappointed at his rejection that you cannot help but speak for them and their scheme.

“Surely his grace can afford two presents for a favourite sister?”

He turns to look at you, surprised, “you wish for me to dance, Lady Baratheon?”

All eyes are waiting for your answer, and you know precisely how to tempt him to the floor. “Well... If you cannot dance, I say I shall like to see it.”

He laughs softly, the sound barely leaving his chest, “I did not say I could not dance; I merely choose not to.”

“Hm,” you raise your brow, "such words are usually spoken by those with two left feet, are they not?”

"Are you challenging me?”

“I would never ask his grace to do anything which he did not already want to do.”

Aemond sighs, but his eye is playful when he casts his attention not to Maris, but to Belis, who is standing quietly to the side. He slides his cup to a servant and, with one hand remaining behind his back, extends the other as a dark invitation.

“Lady Trant,” he says, and her cheeks turn so red you can almost feel the heat of them from where you are standing.

Suddenly you hate the way she laughs as much as you hate the way she almost falls over her own foot to take his hand.

You half expect him to say something cruel, to tease her in some way like he always teases you, but he doesn’t.

He folds Belis’ arm into his, and leads her down the stone steps, to the centre of the dancefloor like a perfect gentleman and you hate that most of all.

You move to lean against the terrace wall to get a better view, and you can’t help but notice the way people are reacting to his presence on the floor. The gasps, the whispers, the sheer surprise.

One thing is clear, Aemond truly doesn’t dance. Not just this summer but every summer, every dance.

Is he about to humiliate himself?

You’re not sure you want to find out. So, when the music starts, you look anywhere but at the prince, your heart pounding with some strange feeling that wasn’t there before.

You’re taking a large gulp of wine when Cassandra makes her way to your side and whispers, “you should not speak to Prince Aemond like that.”

You hadn’t even realised she was watching, “like what ?”

“With that tone ,” she scolds, “it is far too familiar, and he will think you are terribly rude.”

You meet Cassandra’s concerned expression with the stark realisation that this is only the second time, she, or any of your family, have ever seen you interact with the prince.

“I didn’t realise I had a tone,” you say, troubled to think that any familiarity between yourself and Aemond could be so glaringly obvious.

Cassandra’s sighs, “can you please try to be better behaved? For Maris’ sake if nothing else?”

All you’d been trying to do since you got here was to help Maris, not that you could say that. So, you say nothing, and Belis’ dance with the prince is over before you’ve watched a single step.

You’re a little disappointed to think he might have stumbled without you witnessing it, but she is looking so dizzy with happiness that it could not have been as bad as you’d suspected.

Then again, of course it wasn’t. This was Aemond, he did nothing if he did not do it better than anyone else.

Still, you find the idea of him being a great dancer even worse than when he beat you at Cyvasse. At least you knew he was well practiced at that.

One day, there would be something in which you could best him, and you would relish in it. Of course, you would have to know him more to find out what his weakness was, and that was a very dangerous game.

As Aemond and Belis return up the stone steps, Cassandra leaves to dance with Lord Karstark, so it is Maris who is offered the next dance with the dragon, and you’re pleased for her.

She seems to float on air as he guides her to the centre of the floor, her honey silk dress looking regal next to the black and gold of his leather. You hadn’t really noticed just how much she’d started to dress in only gold and yellow, until right now, but unlike yourself, it suited her well.

Perhaps that was why she’d practically forced you to wear your sapphire gown, though you didn’t mind. The fabric of your dress seemed as though it was made for an evening beneath the stars, catching all the sparkles as though it was crafted from the night sky instead of silk.

When the music begins, it is a jolty tune, which you know is not Maris’ favourite. Her legs are long and a little clumsy for such quick movements, but Aemond is tall enough to support her and prevent her from looking anything but delighted.

He, however, makes two missteps and you enjoy them well, thinking him not quite as perfect as he would have you believe. Though he’s still perfect enough to be holding the captive audience of almost everyone outside the dance floor.

When he returns Maris back to Helaena’s side, Cassandra is still in the arms of Lord Karstark and you’re surprised when that leather hand offers to you, his eyebrow raised above his good eye.

You hadn’t really thought of yourself as one of Helaena’s friends, you were just the annoying little sister who had to follow wherever Cassandra and Maris went. But Aemond doesn’t know that.

“Perhaps his grace would like to sit this one out so he may regain his breath?” you say, wanting to dance more than anything but strangely afraid of it being with him.

“You think I am without stamina for three ladies?” he replies and there is a quiet bubble of giggles from the others.

“Go on,” Helaena urges and you relent, your heart starting to thud in your ears as you gently slip your hand into the soft supple leather of his.

Like before, the music for your dance doesn’t begin until the prince has stepped into the centre of the fray and the tune is slow, steady. The steps far more intimate than you would have liked and just as intimate as Maris would have wanted.

In this dance, he doesn’t miss a beat, his hands meeting yours at just the right height, his steps taking just the right stride. You suppose dancing is like sparring. Eye to eye, hand to hand, twist to turn.

“After this, I will have all the girls in court hovering about me for a turn of the floor,” he muses with a grimace.

“Do not expect any sympathy from me,” you scoff, pleased by the idea.

“You find humour in my misery, Lady Baratheon?”

“I believe it is recompense, your Grace.”

“Recompense?” you both turn, switching places and, for the smallest of moments, you are just close enough for his lips to press against your ear, his words little more than a whisper, “ for what ?”

Your heart flutters, not surprised by his question, only the manner in which he asks it. A whisper seems so unnecessarily intimate without the need for secrecy.

You reach your hand above your head to meet with his, a shaky breath steadying your runaway heart. “I spend every dance alone, now you will spend them with a gaggle of admirers, though I’m sure most men would find that to be a pleasure rather than a punishment.”

Aemond snorts, “you think I’m like most men?”

“No . Most men are not princes.” That wasn’t the only reason, but you were not about to afford him a compliment.

A smile flicks across his face before he turns you around so your back is to his chest, “you could dance with me for the remainder of the evening. That would solve both of our problems.”

You laugh nervously, “I believe that would create an entire host of new problems.”

You face him again, his head cocked to the side, “such as?”

“Such as...” you hold your tongue, and he's so desperately close that you’re almost certain he can hear what you’re thinking.

Yet you hardly know what you're thinking.

Perhaps you think of the talk which would occur if every one of your dances was in his arms. Or maybe you imagine how much Maris would hate you for it. But mostly you think of your horror if you enjoyed every moment, like you are enjoying every moment of this dance.

The press of his hand, the scent of his skin. The way he looks at you as though there is no one else on the floor and, maybe there isn’t.

The other dancers have faded to swirls of movement like watercolours across the canvas of your periphery, but Aemond is all black, unmistakable .

You reach your hand behind your back, and he meets it, the soft press of his fingers gripping yours into another turn.

"You haven’t answered my question,” he reminds you and his words are another whisper, another secret, and he’s so terribly close.

But you suppose that is the entire point of dances such as these. They are for lovers, to force you within a hair's breadth of propriety, to make your body yearn for something more just before you pull away and the spell is broken.

“It hardly matters,” you conclude, realising the music had finished some time ago.

Dipping into a lazy curtsy, you force a careless smirk upon your lips, “the hordes are already descending, and I have no interest in fighting for your honour, your grace.”

Turning to leave, you dare not to look back at the ladies who have gathered around him. Instead, you walk up the steps, past your sisters, to somewhere you can breathe.

When the music starts again, you try not to think of the next lady in his arms, and you don’t have to, because Aemond is suddenly standing right in front of you, and your heart is jumping out of your chest.

“How did you escape?” you gasp, glancing over your shoulder to the dancers swirling around the floor.

“I explained that I could not stand to dance again since my Lady Baratheon had stepped on my foot more than a dozen times.”

“I did not!” you snap, annoyed, your cheeks burning. "Now everyone will think that is why no one asks me to dance.”

“Not everyone,” Aemond says and, just as you’re about to find the courage to ask what he means, the queen arrives to stand by your side.

“What are you two conspiring about?” she says, her brows raised at her son.

Aemond’s face gives nothing away and he might be well adept at ignoring her, but you are not.

“His grace was telling me about the crown library,” you say, thinking books are as safe a topic to discuss as any.

“Hm,” she tilts her head thoughtfully. “I am surprised you have not taken her there yet.”

Aemond frowns. “Am I to be tour guide to every lady who arrives at court?”

“No,” a wry smile twitches at her lips and you can see she is considering her next words very carefully. “Only the ones who amuse you.”

Aemond scoffs, "if the lady amuses me, it is only because she cannot dance.”

"Really ?” Alicent laughs, "how strange. From where I was seated, it seemed as though you were quite... entranced .”

Aemond’s cheek twitches, his breath sharp and, for once, he looks as though he does not know what to say, but you do.

“The prince is right, your grace, we are not well suited to dance or in any regard at all. Please, excuse me,” you curtsy to them both and take your leave, not only from him but from the entire party.

For someone who seemed intent on forcing himself into your company, he had a strange way of making you look like a complete fool at every opportunity. What was wrong with him?

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Hope you all enjoyed that chapter. 'Do I wanna know?' is my favorite song for this story so I was thrilled when I found the string version of it <3

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #romance #female reader #enemies to lovers #aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond

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haveyouseenherlately · 1 month

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pov: you decide matty needs some makeup

this photo always makes me feel things as it is peak shy subby bf matty so some thoughts on that below as i have nothing better to do than mop around now that they’ll be going on a (much needed) break.

warning: 18+, smut mentions. grammatical errors, typos.

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

okay. maybe there was one time when you went to one of their shows so you were just chilling in the greenroom minding your own business. it was just after soundcheck so there was time to spare and you decide that a makeup touchup wouldn’t be the worst thing. you grab your bag, walking over to one of those cool tables that have the large mirrors and impeccable lighting which makes you feel like you’re a famous person yourself. fancy! anyway, you sit down and take out some of your makeup to use, neatly lining the items down on the surface in front of you. you pull you hair behind your ears so it’s not in the way when you notice in the mirror that matty is heading towards you. the cute bf that he is, he comes up and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck from behind.

“whatcha doin’, my darling?”

“not much. just freshening up a bit.”

“you know you don’t need any makeup ‘cause you’re already fucking gorgeous, right?”

“says you, the most effortlessly good looking human ever.” he snorts and rolls his eyes, but you notice the grin on his face because he’s a sucker for compliments, specially coming from you hehehe.

“you should try it sometime.” he looks confused at your statement. “makeup. you should try it sometime. it’s fun.”

“oh. hmm, never done it before. feel like i’d be rubbish putting it on tbh.” (he would be abysmal at it, i’m afraid)

“well, lucky for you i’m here. sit down, healy. let’s make those fans of yours go absolutely crazy.”

his eyes widen and jaw drops in utter disbelief. “what!? NO absolutely not.”

“c’mon love. pretty please? i bet you’d look damn sexy with some lipstick on.”

“riiiiight.” 😒

“i’ll make it up to you after the show.” 😉

😳 “OKAY FINE” he immediately scoots you outta the chair so he can take a seat lol

you spin him around so he’s facing you, quickly kissing his forehead and lips before you get started. internally you’re flipping out ‘cause, of course, you’ve daydreamed of putting makeup on matty more than once (re: many many many times) before. you pick up three lipsticks from the table and ask him which colour he’d prefer. he tilts his head looking at the shades before pointing at the dark burgundy one in the middle. fuuuuuuuck. okay okay, you didn’t really expect him to pick that one tbh. you'll be fine. sure.

you get your scrambled (dirty) thoughts together and pop the lid off the lipstick, grabbing some of the pigment with a thin brush. you begin by carefully outlining his lips, all while he looks up at you with those soft brown eyes that you cannot get enough of. you can tell that that he’s a bit nervous as he keeps repeatedly tapping his foot. “it’s okay, baby. it won’t take long,” and after a minute or so you’re done with the outline, taking a step back to ensure it looks alright. you’re happy so now it’s time to fill in the rest. sweet matty is still looking up at you as you ask him to slightly open up his mouth to get better access for adding the colour. he obediently does so and it takes everything in you to not drop to your knees in front of him as fuck he looks too damn beautiful for his (your) own good. once again you attempt to set your mind straight and bring the lipstick to his bottom lip, slowly dragging it across as you start to apply the burgundy tint on him. you continue on to the top one until his pretty lips are all now covered with a deep shade of berry which actually complements his skin tone perfectly (but what doesn’t, really?) he closely watches as you lift your thumb and lick the pad a bit before bringing it to the corner of his mouth, wiping away some of the residue. you take a closer look, almost there.

“okay, bear with me here darling, okay?” he nods.

you bring up your pointer finger and slowly put it in his open mouth resting in on his tongue. his eyes widen in surprise but you can definitely see a glint of lust in them. this is too much fun for you.

“close your mouth and suck.”

without breaking eye contact he does as instructed and you SWEAR you heard him quietly moan as you slowly start sliding your finger out of his mouth.

“there, now you won’t get lipstick on your teeth.”

you take your face in both of your hands to look at your handiwork. perfect. you smile and very lightly kiss his lips (as to not ruin them) before you spin him around so he can look at himself. your arms wrap around his shoulders as the both of you stare at his reflection.

“what do you think?”

in usual matty fashion, he blushes at the sight of himself wearing lipstick, the same colour which he’s seen you wear countless times before. also the same colour that has ended up all over his body due to your lips. you notice the gears turning inside his head and kiss his temple in order to try soothe him as you think he’s feeling self conscious at the sight of him wearing makeup. when in reality he’s just flustered because he cannot stop thinking about kiss you all over and marking you as his.

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ngl i could ramble on about putting on makeup on subby matty for hours lol

sorry for the nonsense ramble but thank you if you made it this far :)

#will never get enough of this image #matty healy #bf matty #bf matty blurb #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #matty healy smut #blurb

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ottoblock · 5 months

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In the grand scheme of things, it could be worse. That’s what he’s telling himself. In his head, again and again, it could be worse.

He even gave himself a fake task! He’s set himself up for success!

It’s terrifying.

Etho isn’t sure why he chose Bdubs—well. That’s not quite true. But he’s regretting it. Bdubs, he has unfortunately learned, is quite committed to eye contact. Normally, this is fine. Sometimes it’s even a good thing.

Now, every time Bdubs looks at him, Etho has a split second of terror, a split second to stop what he is doing if it’s dangerous, before his limbs lock up and his muscles turn to cement and no matter how hard he wishes he could, he cannot move his body.

To be honest, he hasn’t tried that hard to. Look, he wants to win as much as the next person! It’s just—when the skeleton was shooting at him, he had a split second to put his shield up and then Bdubs was looking at him and he couldn’t even flinch.

All of this to say—Etho is avoiding people. It’s not—it’s not forever. He just. He needs a break. And he’s being helpful! Bdub’s bedroom could use some decorations! It didn’t have to be so drab! So he’s adding some moss bits, and just all around sprucing the place up. It’s fine. He’s fine.

He’s so fine that he doesn’t notice Grian has opened the door until he’s halfway to adjusting the blankets on Bdubs’ bed and his arms just. freeze.

For a second, he forgets. For a second, all he knows is that he was trying to be nice and helpful and suddenly he can’t move. For a second—

That’s not the point.

The door creaks as it shuts. Etho hears footsteps around the room, and then—

“Etho!”

Grian. It’s Grian—not a yellow name. Not a red name. He’s terrified of getting caught out by a red name. He’d be such an easy target, not even able to flinch, but no, it’s just Grian.

“Hey Grian!” Etho thinks that maybe the y in that word didn’t have to be so long. It’s fine. He’s fine.

“I was just checking in—I hadn’t heard from you in a while, no one’s seen you around recently. You alright man?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, I’m just—fixing up Bdubs’ bed. Y’know, so that when he comes back it’ll be… clean.”

Grian comes into his field of view, nodding, and for a moment Etho is so relieved that the Secret Keeper didn’t take away his ability to talk before reality sets in.

His arms are still frozen incriminatingly over Bdubs’ bed. He hasn’t moved them. Etho knows he and Grian are on the same side, but Grian is. Grian is Grian.

It’ll be fine.

“Okay, I’m just going to. Look, Etho, this desk shelving unit thing you’ve got is really cool looking, I’m just going to”—Grian doesn’t finish his sentence, but Etho’s arms unfreeze, and he’s so relieved he doesn’t even bother to wonder why Grian is looking at the unimpressive desk setup.

He shakes out his arms, sore and painful from where they’d been held up for so long, and then throws himself onto Bdubs’ bed. It’s comfortable, at least.

“Look, Grian. I appriciate that you’re here, and checking in on me and all that, but I’m fine so if you could just”—

“I’m not looking.”

What? “What?”

“I mean—I’m not. I’m not going to look. You can leave if you want. I won’t stop you.”

“But you’re not”—

“I’m not looking.”

Etho flounders for a second. “You know my task!”

“I do,” Grian tilts his head to the side. If he were looking, Etho knows, he’d have a sheepish expression, “I’m not going to—to sell you out or anything.”

Etho stares at him.

“You can. You can go, if you want.”

“When you say you won’t stop me…”

“I mean—yeah. I won’t. I won’t look at you.”

Etho considers this. Grian is still standing at the desk, staring at the wall. He sits up straighter.

“You can look.”

“What?”

“You can look,” Etho repeats, “Just for a second.”

Grian turns around, and there’s something open and vulnerable on his face Etho’s not quite sure how to read. He’s not sure he wants to, so he closes his eyes tight. The all consuming lack of movement doesn’t get to him as much when he can’t see what he should be running away from.

“I’m not going to—to force you to sit there all day.”

“No! No. I mean, you could. But you could also just, I don’t know, get comfortable. Somewhere you can’t see me. Lie down on the bed and look at the ceiling or something.”

Grian considers this. Etho can almost hear the idea tick in his mind.

“…Why?”

“Well,” Etho starts, and then realizes he doesn’t actually know why, “It would be nice to not have to worry, I guess. I won’t make you.”

“No,” Grian agrees, “It would be nice.”

He moves around the room until he’s lying at the door of the bed staring at the ceiling. Etho feels the discomfort of concrete in his veins.

Finally, the sounds of movement stop. Etho cracks his eyes open, watches as Grian closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh.

“I’m not looking.”

#ethoslab #grian #secret life #trafficblr #trafficlife #secret life etho #look i am just. very normal abojt the idea of weeping angel etho #and also #okay #see #this happened RIGHT after i got super invested in dr who #i almost cried about it #IM NOT LOOKING????#YOU CANT JUST SAU THAT AND EXPECT ME TO BE KORMAL #ottowrites

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ianthoni · 26 days

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My hot take is that shipping and fanfiction is always fine if people stay on the hinges. There's not as many allowances for rpf (there’s always real people to consider after all). But as long as you a healthy level of attachment to it, it will be fine, this is not a show where you can make a "10 reasons X shod have ended with Y" and actually have a point, these are real people that can get hurt break up, have kids that one day will look up their parents’ names and might find what was said about them. I cannot fathom seeing a wedding announcement from someone you look up too and react with anything less than "Good for them". We know these peoples "Screen Personas" we don't get to have an opinion on how they live their lives.

I realy like to come to this blog because it fells casual and fun, i forget there are people not taking things as casual and fun.

Exactly this. That's my opinion too. You can ship people in a healthy and a place that they won't see and it is cool. Imo shipping and being happy for them is %100 better than shit talk about them and trashing their choices in life or their wedding dress/ wedding avenue etc etc. At the end of the day they won't get hurt from people saying omg they look cute but they can get sad about the fact that some people say shit to them. And that dress was fuckin GORGEOUS on Court. It was perfect. They can wear whatever the fuck they want and marry in a place they want and NO ONE has a right to talk shit. They can't. People need to learn to respect others. They are celebrities but don't forget they're humans with emotions they're not fuckin robots.

This is the same for ianthony. Ian and Anthony told it enough times that fanfics and fanarts are ok. As long as people don't go too over the top and like to start being malice to people in their life. And me and my friends around don't do that. If you don't look at their possible s/o and say oh this person is in between them and bully them honestly shipping is totally ok imo.

I sometimes see people being too harsh on shippers and it saddens me like i didn't do anything to anyone or hurt Ian and Anthony. We're just having fun in this little corner with friends and no one's gonna be hurt cause they won't even see it.

#fandom discourse #fandom wank #smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #shayne topp #courtney miller #rpf

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j2lx · 2 years

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Nanami Kento as your boyfriend (SFW and NSFW Headcanons)

Warnings: (for SFW section) Mostly Gender Neutral, but implied fem bodied reader for one of the SFW headcanons (on periods =")), NSFW as stated in the title but it will be separated by a pic <3

A/n: Happy Birthday Nanami! I love this man so much omg he's so cool and responsible! He's such husband material omg

(Images do not belong to me. All credit goes to Gege Akutami, MAPPA, and everyone involved in the production of Jujutsu Kaisen)

SFW

- Nanami is the embodiment of a walking green flag. Like he's literally husband material!!!!!

- Will split the responsibilities in the household equally. You never have to worry about doing too many chores because he splits them such that the both of you do your fair share! And if you are sick or whatsoever, he'll do everything so that you can focus on resting <3

- He cooks every single weekend for the both of you. He's so good at cooking (he looks hot doing it too) and he takes the time to learn new recipes so that the both of you have more variety.

- Makes breakfast everyday for you before he goes to work. No matter what, he makes it a must to make breakfast for you every single morning. He makes dinner too if he gets off work on time!

- Has a relatively healthy sleep schedule, but will stay up with you on weekends so that the two of you can talk or do things together! He'll wake up early the next day to make breakfast for sure though <3

- Always brings an extra jacket wherever the two of you go. He wants to make sure that he's well prepared in case it gets cold suddenly. The last thing he wants is for you to catch a chill and fall sick =(

- When you're sick, he literally takes such good care of you! Will make you soup and will ensure that you're in bed, resting. Yes, he will take the day off to make sure you're feeling better. He just wants to make sure you aren't in pain anymore =")

- When you're on your period, he'll make all the foods he knows you like. Always stocks up on your pads before your periods too, so you won't ever run out <3

- Makes sure to kiss and cuddle you in bed every single night before the both of you go to sleep (ofc he cuddles you in his sleep too). He wants to make sure you know just how much he loves you.

- He always listens to your problems and encourages you to talk to him should you be troubled by anything. He's an amazing listener and he gives reasonable and logical advice, as well as encouragement and praises.

- He brings you out on dates at least once every two weeks. Most of the time, he does it once a week but sometimes he gets really busy and needs to do some work. He makes sure to make it up to you on your next date though!

- Dates with Nanami normally consists of the two of you going to check out some new cafes or bakeries! Sometimes, he brings you to different parts of Japan for a the weekend as well <3

- He's already planning for the future! When Nanami dates, he makes sure it's with someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with. So he has planned out your future together (he hasn't told you yet though), like the house the two of you will live in, the number of kids the two of you will have (adoption counts too!) etc (he will talk to you about it though, he doesn't want to force you to have kids if you don't want to!)

- Overall, Nanami is an amazing boyfriend who loves you unconditionally and who will always be there for you.

NSFW (Gender Neutral reader)

Warnings: (all are only implied since this isn't a full fic) Daddy/Sir kink, pet names (princess/prince, baby girl/boy), praise kink, switch Nanami!, BDSM, mentions of punishments, body worship, oral (both receiving), spanking

- Consent is everything to him. If you say no, that's fine. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and wants to make sure you will enjoy the session as much as he does.

- He's pretty vanilla about sex, until you start calling him "daddy" or "sir".

- Yes he has a daddy/sir kink you cannot change my mind. He likes calling you "princess/prince" and "baby girl/boy" a lot during sex too.

- His favourite position is missionary! He loves seeing your face and it's much easier for him to place kisses all over your face when the two of you get down to it.

- Has a praise kink, both giving and receiving. He loves being praised when he subs for you, and similarly he'll praise you a lot when you're the sub.

- Yes, he subs for you whenever he gets really stressed. He just wants to be taken care of sometimes 🥺

- Prefers giving than receiving. Yes sure, blowjobs feel great. But Kento Nanami is a man who focuses on his partner's pleasure. He'll go down on you mostly for his own pleasure, and he'll enjoy it to the furthest extent possible. This ends up in him overstimulating you from oral most of the time <3

- Body. Worship. When he has sex with you, he makes sure that you know how much he loves and appreciates your body. Expect lots and lots of praises and kisses! He'll leave lots of hickies too so make sure you cover them up (I mean you could expose them too if you wanna)

- Is kind of into BDSM, but mostly uses it to punish you if you've been a brat. He'll be rough during the punishments, but makes sure to take care of you after that.

- He's willing to experiment around with different kinks, as long as it doesn't involve hurting you too much (eg knife play, branding etc). He's fine with spanking, especially when punishing you, as long as you're fine with it

- AFTERCARE WITH THIS MAN IS SO 😍😘 He gets you water, food and basically anything you need, before running a bath for the both of you. He'll soap your body and massage all your sore spots too 🥺

- Apologises for being too rough and kisses you all over to make sure you know he loves you (especially after punishments, he doesn't want you to think he meant anything he said or did).

- Overall, perfect man, super gentlemanly and really gentle after everything!

Hope you enjoyed reading! (Also that was my first NSFW fic so let me know how I can improve ehehe)

Happy Birthday once again to our favourite 7:3 Jujutsu sorcerer! <3

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