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midmourn · 6 months

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accidentally revealing your relationship

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

reposting from my old blog.

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summary one of you accidentally reveal your relationship.

Mark. the poor boy had a picture of you and him as his homescreen. yeah, not his smartest choice. he was on vlive and was showing fans something on his phone and he completely forgot about his homescreen and clicked off. "so yeah there's the proof that haechan threatened me," he giggled, pressing his home button to get off the messages, screen still facing the camera for a second. it was just long enough that people were able to see what it was. he squinted at the comments, tilting his head, "what do you guys-- oh." he backed up slightly in shock, eyes widening at the camera before hurriedly turning off the vlive. he stared down at the floor silently before looking up at the manager behind the camera, "oops."

Renjun. so technically it wasn't his fault! literally no one told yall they would be going on vlive and so ... the boys were in their dressing room and unluckily yall happened to be right in the corner of the camera frame ... you reached up to give renjun a kiss on the cheek, and the camera managed to catch that and renjun's face but not your face!! yeah no one knew until the comments started exploding about the unknown person giving renjun a kiss and the boys knew it could only be you. and as always, screamed loudly to get your attention before turning off the live. you and renjun about almost killed them for not telling you or being more careful.

Jeno. okay so you were on your way to sm company to give him his lunch bc he was practicing alone. you texted him that you were there and were on your way up but literally before you could even get in the building, he was already opening the doors and meeting you halfway. “i told you—“ he ignored your words, pulling you in by your jacket to press a kiss on your lips. as always, there are literally fans or outsiders outside of sm’s building at all times. and of course they took pictures and videos and uploaded it to sns immediately. it wasn’t until you pulled away that he realized what he did. “oh.” “yeah, oh,” you mocked, pushing him into the building as you glared at him. “congratulations, our relationship is now public.” “sorry,” but he didn’t seem sorry at all, if the grin on his face was saying anything.

Haechan. haechan … is a very obvious person. he would only compliment you when your group was miraculously brought up(probably also by him) and only sing/rap your parts of your songs. it didn’t help the fact that fans were already suspicious because you two were seen at the same place at different times and you frequently stole some of his clothes and wore it out. BUT! it’s only when he reads a comment about you outloud(“y/n from y/g complimented your vocals!!”) and he says, “yeah, y/n is a very nice partn—“ and cuts himself off before he can finish the word, eyes wide as he stares at the camera. “they’re a very nice, nice— um, idol. i’ve got to go practice, bye!” but like i said, he’s very obvious and fans heard him say the romantic word~~ oops.

Jaemin. it’s no secret that jaemin is a huge fan of having matching couple items, like with his members and especially you— since you’re, you know, a couple and all. his personal favorite was your custom made matching necklaces, so you wore it everywhere. unfortunately, seeing as the owner had no idea of anything concerning you two, when fans asked about your necklace to buy it, he said a young man came in and had it custom ordered. fans put two and two together and … boom. rumors were made up and since it really blew up, your companies denied it despite the rumors being true. even if they denied it, fans were very convinced you two were dating. no more privacy for you anymore! sorry jaemin you should’ve said something or not had it custom made. 🥲

Chenle. you like to take pictures of you and daegal and post it on your private twitter account, so what? he had no problem with it, even being in a few of them since he knew only your members and a few friends were on your private twitter. so when you did that exact thing, he didn’t care and merely posed with daegal sitting on your chest. it’s minutes later when his phone starts getting multiple text messages and he checks it only to see messages about you posting a picture on twitter. “babe,” he inhaled, “did you post it on your private account?” you glance up at him in confusion, “the picture? yeah.” he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, “are you sure it wasn’t on your main account?” it dawns on you right then and there. “oh my god.” in one minute, the tweet is deleted but thousands of people have already seen it and screenshotted. the koreaboo article is up within twenty minutes. . I am so sorry 😀

Jisung. ah, sweet sweet jisung. he was on vlive while you were at the corner store to get snacks for your movie night. he didn’t originally plan to go in vlive but decided to have a voice only vlive because he was bored. he thought you’d be gone for a while and would be done before you got back, so he didn’t text you about it. he was reading comments when you walked in, already talking as soon as you opened the door, “hey babe, i got that ice cream you like, the one—“ when he started coughing loudly in the middle of your sentence, you looked up and saw his eyes widening as he pointed at his phone violently. it didn’t take long for you to understand once you checked your own phone and saw that you had a notification from vlive, signaling someone went live. ‘oh my god’ you mouthed at him and he coughed again to fill the silence, eyes going back to the screen to read the comments to see if anyone heard you clearly. unfortunately … they did, and they heard the petname, too. he made up an excuse to get off quickly and groaned, putting his face in his hands. needless to say, fans reposted the clip of your voice everywhere.

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familyvideostevie · 6 months

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october nineteenth

day nineteen: steve harrington you find a guy at a halloween party dressed in a matching costume. guess you have to hook up with him, right? | 18+, mdni, smut, fem!reader | 2k detailed content warnings: grinding, hooking up with a stranger, fem!reader, some light praise kink, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, doggy style, people hearing you fuck

Your costume is a bit uninspired. It was supposed to be a couples costume but your date called last week to say he finally made it official with some other girl, so.

Here you are, Baby from Dirty Dancing without her Johnny.

You’ve made it a bit sluttier than planned to compensate. Jean cutoffs as short as you can find and a white button up tied just below your breasts, which are pushed up and out by your best bra.

All of your friends ooh and ahh and tell you you’re sure to attract some attention tonight. The party it at the house of some guy you don’t really know, but you’re still excited by the atmosphere and how good you know you look. When you get there you immedietly grab a drink and start having fun. You dance, you laugh, you take a shot.

You’ve got a light buzz by the time he walks in.

A guy dressed as Johnny. At least that’s who you think he’s dressed as — tight black tank top showing his biceps and black pants that hug his ass like a dream. He’s handsome in a way that makes your throat dry.

He locks eyes with you from across the room and his eyes rake across your costume with obvious interest. Wow, you’re pretty sure you’ve never met this guy before but he’s really checking you out. Then he winks at you and disappears into the crowd.

Okay. Tonight might be more fun than you anticipated. If you can find him again.

You wander around the house with your friends, one eye on the crowd, but you don’t see him. A flash of black, a tanned shoulder, coiffed hair. But no actual Johnny.

Until you’re in the kitchen by yourself getting some water from the tap.

“Baby?” someone says behind you. You whirl around and there he is. “Hi,” he says, mouth pulled up into an infuriatingly handsome smirk.

“Hi…Johnny?”

“Well, I tried,” he says. “I’m Steve.” He holds out his hand to shake and you pump it twice.

“Hi, Steve.” You tell him your actual name and he repeats it. “Wanna dance, Steve?”

He looks a bit surprised but glances at the mosh of people and then you, heat in his gaze. “Guess we have to, right? I’m not lifting you, though. Patrick Swayze is way stronger than me, I can admit it.”

You laugh and grab his hand and drag him to the floor.

It’s the point in the night where people are practically dry humping to the music, so you press close to Steve as you dance, making sure you’re always touching as you spin and move.

You turn around a few times and press your ass against his front just to see what he’ll do. His hands fly to your hips every time, thumbs pressing into the bare skin above your waistband. By the third time you do it, you feel him hard against you and you crane your neck so you can see his face.

“Do you want to find a room?” he says in your ear, breath hot on your skin.

You nod. Steve grabs your hand and drags you from the floor and through the hallways of the house like he knows it well. You make it up the stairs and he tries a few doors but they’re all locked or otherwise occupied, based on the shouts from behind them. He curses and then tugs you into…a bathroom?

“Not what I was aiming for, but it’ll do,” he says and kicks the door shut. You hop up on the counter and he stands between your legs, hands squeezing your bare thighs.

Neither of you seem totally sure what to do next. Your arousal courses through your veins but you wait for him to make the next move.

“I, uh, don’t do this a lot,” he says.

“Hook up with random girls at parties?”

He swallows and nods. “We don’t have to do anything,” he assures you. “You just…you look so…”

“We match,” you remind him. You curl your fingers through his belt loops.

“We do.”

“I’m game if you are,” you say and lean in. He follows like a magnet and your noses brush.

“Okay,” he says. “We can stop whenever you want.”

“Scott,” you say, “I promise I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”

“Well, first of all, my name is Steve.” You laugh, only a little embarrassed. He doesn’t look upset, just amused.

“Sorry, Steve.”

He kisses you hard, hands on your face and tongue immedietly in your mouth. You wrap your legs around him and pull him as close as you can get. His hands are everywhere, on your jaw and your back and your hips and your stomach. He breaks the kiss to tear off his tank top and you drag your hands down his chest, feeling his wiry hair and muscles as he kisses you again, sucking on your tongue.

“Off,” he says into your mouth. Nimble fingers untie the knot of your shirt and throw it aside. His lips trail down your neck, sucking on your pulse point. “So hot,” he says. “So fucking hot in that shirt. Look at those tits.”

He tugs down your bra and practically sighs when he cups your breasts in his huge hands. His mouth is spit slick and hair a mess from your tugging. “God,” he breathes out. “Perfect.” He runs his thumbs over your nipples and pinches them. You arch your back into his touch and undo your bra entirely so it falls to the floor.

The party is going on just outside but you don’t give a fuck. You haven’t had a one-night stand in a long time and this is going perfectly. You need him to fuck you in this bathroom.

You cover one of his hands with yours and drag it down to your inner thigh. “Touch me, Steve.”

He smirks. “Right name. Good girl,” he coos. Now that sends a lightning bolt of pleasure to your core. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pulls you off the counter and tugs down your shorts, going to his knees as he does. Holy shit. “These fuckin’ things,” he says. “So short it should be illegal.”

“Lucky you it’s not,” you say. You lean back on the vanity and he studies the lace of your panties. “Cute.” You fist your hand in his hair and tug lightly so he’s looking at you. His pupils dilate and his breath hitches.

“C’mon, Steve. You gonna touch me?”

“Oh, I’m gonna touch you.” He tugs down your panties and pushes your legs apart. You pull your foot free from your bottoms and lift your leg, which he hooks over his shoulder.

“Look at that,” he says. He drags two fingers through your folds and brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes on you the whole time. Where the hell did this guy come from? “Your cunt tastes good.”

And then he’s lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firm enough against you to make you moan. His nose bumps your clit and you keen, which makes him switch gears and suck on it a few times. He slides two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as he devours you.

Your grip on his hair becomes less gentle but he doesn’t seem to mind. You’re pretty sure he likes it.

You could come like this but his fingers have only barely filled the ache you feel so you tap his cheek and he pulls away.

“You gonna spend all night down there?”

He grins. His face is shiny with you. “I could.”

“Or you could fuck me.” His nostrils flare and he licks his lips.

“I could do that, too.”

Steve stands and hovers near you until you surge forward to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “So fucking hot.”

You feel him hard through his pants as you work at his belt. He helps you and shoves them down just far enough to get his cock out. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and thick, dark curls at the base. You spit into your hand and start to stroke him.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah,” he manages. He digs in the back pocket of his half-off pants and produces a foil square. You would tease him about it if you weren’t so impatient to be fucked.

“I’ll do it,” you say. He hands you the wrapper and you tear it open and slowly roll it on. Steve hisses. “Gonna be a tight fit,” you murmur.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel good,” he says. “Turn around.”

You do, ass in the air, hands braced on the counter. The mirror is too high on the wall for you to see anything but you wish you could.

“Fuck,” Steve says. “You’re dripping.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. He drags his cock through your folds and you push back with your hips, desperate for some friction.

Steve fucking laughs. “Patience, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you.”

“Then get a fucking move on, sweetheart,” you snap.

He stops messing around and pushes into you a bit meanly, a bit too fast, and you gasp.

“Fuck,” you hiss, pressing your forehead on the counter. The stretch burns for a few seconds before dulling to a feeling of fullness, of deep, deep pleasure. He bottoms out and you hear a stuttering breath.

“Tight fit is right,” Steve says. “Fuck.”

“Are you going to move?”

“So impatient.” Steve kicks your feet apart even more and starts to fuck you hard right away, his cock dragging inside you and skin slapping loudly with each thrust. His hands grip your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise.

“Bet this isn’t — shit — what you thought you’d be doing tonight.”

“Not exactly,” he says. “But I’m not complaining.”

You laugh but it turns into a moan when he hits the perfect spot inside you.

“God,” he pants. “You have a perfect cunt.”

“Buy a girl dinner first, Steve.”

He fucks you even harder in retaliation.

The bathroom feels hot, almost unbearably so. You’re making noises you didn’t know you could make as he pounds into you, so loud you’re sure anyone standing outside can hear.

And then someone bangs on the door. Neither of you pay it any mind.

“Hey! You can’t take the bathroom! People have to piss!”

“Fuck off,” Steve yells.

“Did you lock the door?” you ask, turning your head a little to see him. His chest his flushed, forehead damp with exertion. He smoothes a palm over your back as if to calm you.

“I fucking hope so,” he says, not breaking his rhythm. Whoever is outside must decide it’s not worth it, because they don’t knock again. “Why? You want someone to walk in on us? See you bent over the counter, see me fucking you—”

You clench around him. “Shut up, Steve.” He does.

The building pressure in your abdomen is getting to be too much. You press back into him with each thrust, chasing your high. He gets the message and curls an arm around you to circle your clit with rough fingers, his damp chest pressed to your bare back.

“I’m close,” he says, “I’m close, baby, are you—”

“Me too,” you pant. It’s funny that he calls you baby, since you are — were — dressed as her, but you don’t call him on it, too busy trying to finish.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, come on, you can do it, come on my co—”

A broken cry crawls its way out of you as your orgasm rushes up all at once. You spasm around him and his hips drive into you through it. At some point he finishes, too, but you’re too fucked out to notice. He presses his forehead to your shoulder blades after he’s done. You’re both panting. The sounds of the party leak through the door.

Steve squeezes your hip, still inside you. “That was — wow.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” you say. “We should do this again.”

“Is that a compliment?” You reach back with intent to smack him but he catches your hand and squeezes. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it go to my head.”

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almightyellie · 2 years

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all your'n

in which you both know that he loves you. of course, you do.

word count is 1.6k

author says i simply love jake seresin, but not as much as i love a wedding date fic <3

title inspo is all your'n by tyler childers

“you two are a beautiful couple.”

an hour and a half ago, you might have corrected jake’s aunt (cousin?), but how many times can you smile politely and say, oh, just friends, actually and face that expression, half confused and half disappointed? now, you and jake just smile, and jake squeezes your waist while you say, “that’s so sweet, thank you.”

a wedding had seemed like an easy favor, but now you wonder how it ever could be. a room full of seresins, a little boozy and high off a joining of two souls. they’re as southern as southern comes, and the thrill of love and alcohol only further emphasizes this. jake laughs softly in your ear, squeezing you close.

he should have known that this would happen—you have a sneaking suspicion that maybe he did—but he had a little extra faith in his family, hoping they would be focused only on his baby sister on her day. you can tell she kind of loves it, though, because every time you catch her eye with a silent plea for help, she giggles and claps. she’s almost as bad as her brother.

neither of them are half as bad as their mother.

“isn’t it wonderful?” she croons, holding the two of you together. “i’ve been telling them to get together for years. they finally listened.” she finishes with a wink in your direction and a knowing smile. she truly had been telling you two to get together as long as she’s known you, but she’s taking this opportunity to really play it up.

you pinch jake’s side, sharing a knowing look with him. his tux offsets his tanned skin beautifully despite his complaints. beth had insisted he not wear his uniform (“don’t steal my limelight, asshole!”) to her civilian wedding, and though you loved a chance to see him in his uniform, it had been years since you’d seen him in any non-military formal wear. oh, was it a sight.

with a soft smile, he nods once. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he goads. “i think you’ve earned a drink.”

it’s almost a struggle to get to the bar unscathed, but it’s oh so worth it when you do and jake pays for your drink. “you shouldn’t have, babe,” you giggle.

he laughs good-naturedly. “you’re annoying. sit down.”

jake’s feeling like a real big man with you on his arm, looking so right and pretty. he’s been looking forward to this for weeks; any excuse to spend a few hours with you making him look better. he has to admit, his family is right. the two of you are a damn fine couple, and the ache he’s gotten so used to hurts a little more than normal.

you’ve known one another for years. somedays, jake thinks you know him better than he knows himself. most days, though, he knows that couldn’t possibly be true. if you knew him better than he knew himself, you would know that sometimes you smile at him and he gets a head rush. you would know that he lies awake at night just in case you text him something ridiculous about your cat or your job. you can’t know that just the sight of you makes his heart pound and his mouth dry because if you did, you would never look at him the same. you could never treat him like he’s just jake ever again, because you would know that you weren’t, and never had been, just you. you had always been everything.

you know a little more than you let on, but you won’t ever bring it up. he hadn’t always been so obvious, but since his return from top gun, he’s been just slightly different. you can’t know the specifics, but you know that he’s had a change of heart; he’s a little more open, a little more apologetic. a little less subtle. your best friend has such an ego, he might never survive if you told him that his jealousy, that his almost-yearning has been clear as day for the last few months.

he doesn’t realize that he’s been staring until you tilt your head at him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. “what?” you ask, taking a long pull from your water.

“i like this,” he answers honestly, brushing his knuckles softly against your hairline.

you smile disbelievingly at him, slightly incredulous. “like what?”

his cheeks pinken up and his smile, though still trying to pull off that smug act, can’t fool you. he’s bashful. “i just mean…that i like when we’re together.”

with a quiet laugh, you say, “well, i should hope so. we’ve spent the last ten years glued together.” the song changes and he loses what little nerve he managed to scrape together, so he finishes your water and nods when you insist, “come dance with me.”

“the road cones blur like memories of the miles we shared between,” he sings easily, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and grabbing your hand with the other. it’s one of his favorites, one you know far too well, and you’re happy to let him hum in your ear. he’s only a little tone-deaf—he struggles with the higher notes, and it’s such a familiar sound that you melt into his chest.

with his mouth against your ear and his thumb stroking circles against the back of your hand, you two sway on the dance floor. you like this, too. you like the way he holds you, how he smiles at you like you’re the only person he can see. you like when he sings to you even though you always jeer him, even though there are people around, even though he doesn’t need to.

the lights strung across the venue ceiling reflect in your eyes when you pull back to look at him. he’s entranced, especially when the corner of your lip turns up. “now what’s that look?”

he shakes his head with a growing grin, pulling you a little closer. “just thinking,” he answers.

your brows pinch in faux concern. “careful, seresin. you’ve been doing a lot of that tonight; don’t hurt yourself.”

with a roll of his eyes, he pinches your side. “watch it,” he warns, the smile evident in his voice, and you giggle.

“i think i smell smoke.”

jake heaves a long sigh, still swaying with you as you muffle your giggles in his suit jacket. “you think you’re cute, huh?”

you beam at him, tilting your head. “i think we both know that i’m adorable.”

“and you’re lucky you are, honey,” he murmurs, warm hand stroking up your spine. he’s looking at you unflinchingly, that twitch of his lips giving away his thoughts. It’s the first time all night that he isn’t shying away from openly adoring you.

you shiver under his gaze; he looks better than ever, under the soft lighting in his fancy suit. it’s the low rumble of his words, your chests pressed together, and the way he looks at you. you’ve always seen that little glimmer of adoration in him; you know him too well not to. part of you was waiting on him to make a move, but something about this moment—the warmth of his body and the way his eyes flicker to your lips, the unconscious way he pulls you closer.

jake feels faint at the sober way you look at him, like you’re looking right through him into his very soul. he almost shivers against you, but you don’t notice. you’re too busy leaning into him, resting your weight against his chest and nudging your nose against his. you’re sure his mother is staring, but you can’t find it in yourself to pull away; the thought of being watched doesn’t even cross jakes mind. he’s too wrapped up in you, eagerly awaiting your next move.

featherlight, your lips brush his. it’s hesitant, a little bashful, and he doesn’t want to startle you away but he can’t help himself. he makes the final leap and presses his lips to yours. a large, warm hand fills the dip of the small of your back, and you take in a deep breath as he kisses you earnestly. you stroke his cheek tenderly, allowing him more access. a little shiver trembles down your spine, goosebumps blooming across your arms; you hadn’t realized how desperate you had been to break the contract of your friendship until you had. years of waving off his mother and sister, years of waiting for him to make the first move, and you could have had him like this the entire time.

you pull away to suck in a soft breath, keeping him close when you press your forehead against his shoulder. his nose buries itself in your hair, breathing you in while you take a moment to consider him. over the speakers, the emcee—jake’s little brother showing off his seresin charm, naturally—begins to calling for the bouquet toss. “single ladies,” he croons, arching a suggestive brow. “what are y’all waiting for? get up here.” jake chuckles, rolling his eyes, and you can’t help your own laugh, muffled against your best friend’s chest.

“he’s such a showboat,” you scoff.

you lean back to look at him, and those green eyes look back at you so tenderly. his hand lifts, fingertips brushing your cheekbone, and in that soft tone that you love so much, he asks, “you gonna go up there?”

as if it were possible, you lean even closer and give him another soft kiss. “no. think i’m going to stay with you.”

he beams.

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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Okay so I just read your post with the danganronpa 2 cast with finding put the reader has a crush on them so I'd like to request a danganronpa v3 cast with reader that has a crush on them

Rantaro isn’t dumb and has had many girls like him before so he’ll be quick to catch on. He doesn’t mind of course, and once he’s sure he returns the feelings he’ll probably confess or .. wait for you to confess. It really depends on the kinda person you are and if you seem like the kinda person who’d want to confess first. He’s a considerate guy after all.

Kaede doesn’t catch on I’ll be honest she’s oblivious, she just doesn’t have a lot of experience in this department. She might ask if you’re hitting on her a couple times but if you say no she just believes you tbh lol but she will take notice to how nice you are to her and she appreciates it.

Ryoma doesn’t catch on, he’s not an idiot it’s mainly due to his self loathing tbh, he cannot fathom the idea of somebody liking him romantically for so many reasons. He doesn’t understand why you’re so nice to him and gush over him and his talent, but he can’t help but get flustered about it.

Kirumi is smart enough to catch on but it’s more so of a sneaking suspicion rather than her being absolutely sure. She is pretty straight forward with you though and asks you if she’s looking too into things or not.

Angie will surely catch on! After all, she has atua on her side! She may not be able to notice but he sure will and will guide her towards you! She will debate asking you out for awhile, since she’s the kinda person that wants to date “the one” so she’s sitting for awhile deciding if you are truly her soulmate.

Tenko will always get flustered by your compliments and how you are but she doesn’t really notice you like her. It’s probably because she’s too caught up in being embarrassed and flustered to honestly notice something like that. Though she’s pretty similar in this manner, she does not approach you about her feelings.

Miu notices, but she’s not sure what it is. She’s unsure if you just see her as a friend or if you see her as more and it seriously pisses her off! However she loves your compliments so she does things in order to get more from you like making new inventions. Eventually though she gets sick of hiding her feelings and yells at you for making her feel these emotions, and demands you tell her if you return her feelings at all.

Gonta doesn’t notice things like this, he will take note you seem to appreciate him and that the two of you are very close at the very least but he doesn’t suspect you like him. He isn’t sure how to figure that out honestly, gonta doesn’t even realize his own feelings for awhile but once he finally does he’s quick to confess them to you. He can’t really keep a secret from you anyway.

Oh boy, kokichi catches on. He’s not an idiot and is easily able to catch on to other peoples feelings if they’re obvious enough and you’re certainly obvious with your constant compliments and gushing. He honestly wonders if you even bother trying to hide it or if you’re being obvious on purpose. In any event, he waits for you to make the first move, if you take too long though he goes for it.

Kaito won’t catch on, in case you haven’t noticed he’s not the brightest guy around. He will sense a closeness between you two, and there are times he wonders if you return the feelings he shares for you, but he doesn’t really.. think you do…? Yknow? Like he’s just kinda oblivious to it.

Kiibo is completely new to this stuff. He will sense something is off with you, and that you definitely interact with him differently than you do with the others, but he doesn’t suspect it’s cause you like him or anything. He’s certainly not dumb but he can be a stereotypical robot that has trouble understanding how people feel at times.

Maki is oblivious to your feelings even if you’re extremely obvious about it. Maki is far too focused on her own feelings and trying to hide them, since she hates these feelings she’s having. She doesn’t completely understand them, either.

Himiko doesn’t really catch on I’ll be honest she probably just thinks that the two of you are good friends and she’s stuck in a friendzone and she has no idea how to get out of it.

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harmlessghosty · 3 months

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Leander + MC ->Coffee shop AU x fake dating (Leander's suggestion)?

Hi there~! I did my best, but I made this a little bit of a Valentine’s Day idea as well. I hope it’s fun to read!

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“This is bullshit. All for a free pastry and a half-price coffee?” you ask with a snarl. “You have the balls to buy drinks for everyone in the bar, but you draw the line at spending on a fresh-baked croissant?”

Leander laughs and leans forward onto the small cafe table, his eyes glimmering with heavy interest. “It’s a deal for couples,” he explains, “for Valentine’s Day. In addition, I see you’re enjoying your latte much quicker than I’m eating the pastry.”

You roll your eyes and stare down at your empty mug. Of course you enjoyed the coffee; caffeine was just about the only thing that got you through your busy day most of the time. Plus, with Leander offering to pay for it, you really couldn’t pass up an afternoon at a nice cafe, even if that meant pretending to be a couple for a discount.

“Come now. Is it really so difficult to treat me like your partner?” he asks with a pout in a low voice so that no one could overhear. After all, if the server caught onto your ruse, the deal might have been voided…though you weren’t sure how they could tell. Maybe it was obvious. “This could be a wonderful date if you allowed it to be.”

“We’re not dating,” you hiss back, checking around you for a sign of someone standing a bit too close. “I’m only doing this for the cheap lunch.”

He leans back in his chair, his broad chest on display, making him look larger and stronger than he normally did. For a moment, you found yourself staring at the expanse of muscles in front of you before catching yourself and turning back to your empty latte. Ridiculous that such a guy could do little more than stick out his chest and hypnotize you. If anything, your admiration of his body made you look more like a real couple.

Noticing your sudden shyness, he stretches his arms high over his head. “I suppose we could tell the server if you’re truly uncomfortable,” he offers, shooting you a smirk. “We should be honest, shouldn’t we? You don’t seem like the type to lie.”

“Shut up. I’d rather not spend as much money on us.”

He reaches his arms across the table, placing his hands upward on the fake wood. “Take them,” he says, wiggling his fingers in invitation. “They’re warm, and the temperature is quite cold in here.”

You look down at his large hands and think. Sure, you’re acting like a couple, but do you really have to…?

Then again, it certainly was cold in the cafe, so what did it matter? And you were close enough friends that surely you weren’t scared of a little hand-holding in public, right? What were you—chicken?

Sighing, feeling a heat ride up your neck, you place your hands into Leander’s palms. Immediately, he grasps them in a firm grip, almost as though he’s frightened you’ll let him go. The cafe seems much busier than it was when you first entered, with people pressing close to your seats as they wait for their orders. After a moment, he tugs your hands closer to the center of the table, forcing you to scoot your chair in further. Underneath, your shoes accidentally step on his boots, which makes you jump and gasp.

In response, Leander smiles and pushes his feet closer, linking his ankle to yours. “You’re that kind of date, hm?” he teases. “It’s not something I expected, but I appreciate how forward you are.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” you mumble, staring once again at your drink. Could the server be any slower with the bill? You had to get out of that coffee shop before…

Well, before this fake date turned into something a little more real.

He squeezes your hands again before releasing one. It lifts to your chin, where he tilts up your head. His eyes, dark-lined and mysterious, flit with a seriousness you’re not used to seeing. “Hey,” he says, voice so quiet that you have to follow his pull forward in order to hear him. “I enjoy the time I’m spending with you. There’s a reason I invited you rather than anyone else.”

You find yourself nodding, though you’re not quite sure you understand.

He pinches your chin to ensure your attention is entirely on him, as though it wasn’t already. “I wanted you here for my Valentine’s date,” he says. “Accept it. I didn’t plan on letting you go hungry on a day like this.”

“I wouldn’t have gone hungry. I can take care of myself,” you counter, though the bite in your voice is practically nonexistent.

“At the very least, it’s nice to do something good for another person,” Leander replies, his genuine smile lighting the room enough that a customer or two seems to turn in your direction. “I pride myself on my work, and you’re important to me. If this isn’t going to be a real date, then at least allow me to pay your share.”

You let yourself smile without holding back. Though Leander seems to invite everyone out in a steady rotation of partners, somehow you feel…special. Maybe this really is something serious, or maybe it’s a ruse, but for now, it’s something that you appreciate from a friend.

“Fine,” you respond, taking hold of the hand beneath your chin and patting it gently. He blushes at the touch. “Only because you’re handsome though.”

“Bold, hearing that from you. I’ll treasure those words for the rest of my life.”

“Stop that,” you say, rolling your eyes but appreciating the idea that he might really hold onto your words for some time. The idea makes your heart skip a beat.

He lets go of you entirely, aside from the hold of his ankles around yours as he takes a bite of his pastry. Somehow the touch beneath the table feels even more intimate than the hand holding. “Someday,” he says with a flirty smile, “we can meet to get to know each other better in a place quieter than this.”

“I’d like that,” you reply before you think it through. Settling with the romantic moment, you sigh out your exasperation. “That would be nice, Leander. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. It would be my honor.”

And his grin is so sparkling that you can’t help but let the butterflies flutter through your stomach.

#i need to work on Leander’s voice but i’ll get there!#leander #touchstarved leander #ghostywrites #ghosty’s asks #touchstarved game #x reader

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The Hashira Men’s Reactions to Receiving Flowers

Tengen Uzui

⁃ HE WOULD LOVE RECEIVING FLOWERS SO MUCH OKAY

⁃ Like, the more colorful the bouquet the better but you can’t tell me he wouldn’t love bright pink bouquets

⁃ Proudly displays them in a vase in his estate, probably tucks one in his headband and if someone asks about it he’ll be all “Oh this old thing? Just a little something my wonderful S/O got me. You’re jealous aren’t you? You should be.”

Obanai Iguro

⁃ He’s a bit confused at first, asking if they’re supposed to be for him

⁃ “I saw these ones and they matched your eyes, so they reminded me of you and I thought I’d get them for you!”

⁃ He awkwardly accepts it, not because he doesn’t like it, he just doesn’t know how to respond to stuff like this

⁃ HE TOTALLY DRIES A FEW OF THE FLOWERS AND KEEPS THEM IN A LITTLE JAR THOUGH. CHERISHES THEM

Gyomei Himejima

⁃ Okay but him liking summer flowers specifically. Like, bouquets of orange, yellow and purple wildflowers

⁃ But like he LOVES them and will blush like crazy when you give them to him. Makes sure to bring you flowers in return next date cause HE FORGOT TO GET YOU SOME THIS TIME AND PROBABLY CRIED CAUSE HE FELT BAD

⁃ But like, please pick him more flowers, he loves the ones you hand picked for him and they mean more than bought ones and it makes him so happy

Kyojuro Rengoku

⁃ NO HE IS SO EXCITED WHEN HE SEES THE BOUQUET OF BRIGHT ORANGE LILLIES AND CUTE LITTLE YELLOW FLOWERS

⁃ “They match my hair! I love them, Y/N! Thank you!”

⁃ No he would love flowers so much, especially ones that look like fire for obvious reasons. But he would absolutely adore flowers and now expects them regularly like the king he is

Sanemi Shinaguzawa

⁃ “What the fuck are these? I don’t need flowers.”

⁃ “Yeah but you want them.”

⁃ “No I don’t.”

⁃ Yes he does

⁃ He likes small flowers like baby’s breath, he won’t ever admit it of course, cause flowers aren’t tough. But he’ll keep them until they die and feel kinda sad when he has to toss them

⁃ Bottom line, he’s too shy to ask for flowers but he does like them and you know him well enough to know that

Giyu Tomioka

⁃ Doesn’t seem excited about them as he accepts them, but he’s like that with everyone and you know he likes them because of his eyes. You can just tell when he’s happy through his eyes

⁃ Would probably also dry a couple of his favorites and keep them, maybe use them as bookmarks cause he thought it was really sweet

⁃ Gets you an even bigger bouquet next date, to show his appreciation cause he knows he doesn’t really do a great job at showing his excitement for things. So then you two just keep giving each other bigger and bigger bouquets-

Muichiro Tokito

⁃ He loves little blue flowers for sure, so like get him some forget me nots and bluebells cause he thinks they’re so simple but beautiful

⁃ Goes home and puts them in a little vase on his window sill, loves when it rains so he can stare at the flowers you got him paired with the calming patter of rain. It’s the perfect stress reliever after a long day

⁃ Also this has nothing to do with the prompt, but why can I see him listening to Girl in Red-

#just got home! gonna be up for awhile lol-#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #the hashira #tengen uzui x reader #iguro obanai x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #muichiro tokito x reader

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 1 year

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Do you still do monster requests? How about a non castlevania vampire? Like how do they meet & what are their dates like?

Ask: Do you still do monster requests? How about a non castlevania vampire? Like how do they meet & what are their dates like?

A/N: Hell yeah I do! Let’s get this monster business on the road!

Oh and PLEASE REBLOG! Likes are great, but they don’t get my work out there. So I’d really appreciate any and all reblogs you’d be willing to give me.

Gen!Vampire x Reader Headcanons

So you know vampires, no matter the universe, are like absolute drama queens. (Seriously, you’re literally not allowed to become immortal unless you agree to develop a flair for the dramatic.)

That being said, the same old thrills can get boring when you experience them again, and again, and again. So I’d imagine you’d meet somewhere quiet, somewhere very muted and unassuming.

Maybe in the corner of a quaint little bookstore, or a particularly quiet exhibit of a local museum. They see you, minding your business, and immediately feel drawn to you.

They’d introduce themselves, and maybe even offer some knowledge about the piece you’re looking at. If it’s a book, perhaps they share an exciting but mostly unknown fact about the author. If you’re at a museum, it’s about the painter/sculptor, etc. - you get the gist.

If you offer an interesting fact in return, oh boy, are they immediately hooked. Most of the time people just kind of politely nod and wait for them to stop talking, but there you are, actually appreciating what they have to say and engaging with them! (It’s been a really long time since someone has sincerely done that.)

The two of you chat for what seems like hours but is probably only minutes. At the end of your conversation, it’s obvious they don’t want you to go. If you offer your number to them first, they’re even more pleasantly surprised/impressed with you. And if you're on the shyer side, don’t worry- they have no qualms about giving you their number. (No like they literally hand you a business card with their name and landline number on it. Who uses landlines anymore??? Maybe that’s clue number one.)

Anyway, enter the talking stage: arguably the vampire’s most favorite stage since they have A LOT to say/reminisce about and hardly anyone to ever tell it to. You spend a lot of time just TALKING to one another. Not even like, romantic, talking at first. It’s all just basic stuff: your likes and dislikes, your hopes and dreams, and your ideas for the future. They’re so old-fashioned and well mannered, that you assume everything is platonic - that you’re just becoming best friends. That is until they ask you out on a proper date.

Later, you ask them why it took so long to cut to the chase. Their answer: “Would you prefer to be courted by a total stranger?” You’re like: ‘That’s literally what dating is tho…’

For your date, they’d probably prefer somewhere more private, but accessible enough to where you still feel as if you’re safely in public. They know a lot about them can be intense- from their very spellbound gaze to their almost obsessive interest in you- and they don’t want you to feel suffocated, as if there was no way out.

If the first couple of dates go well, they turn it up a notch. They wine and dine you, and make you feel like the most important person alive. Which, to them, you probably are. No experience is too much or over the top. I mean, you name it: skydiving at sunset, a picnic on an empty golf course under the stars, going to Vegas or Paris on a moment's notice- they’ve probably already done most of these things before. But of course, that time is nothing compared to the experience they share with you.

You’ll very likely get swept up in this whirlwind romance, and start to plan your future around them, assuming they want the same. This is where things can get a little tricky depending upon your situation and what it is you’re ready for commitment-wise.

Some vampires probably don’t mind as much if you’re ‘the one’- because when you live for an eternity, ‘the one’ becomes impossible to find. However, that doesn’t necessarily mean all vampires are unromantic. While most are pragmatic and practical there are the occasional ones driven by love and lust alone. (If you catch the attention of one of them, you can bet you're in for a rollercoaster ride of emotions.) More often than not though, they keep you at a smart, but still romantic distance until they believe they can trust you with their secret.

At this point, you’ve probably been to each other’s places, maybe even met some of each other’s friends. (I think as to whether or not you’ve been intimate together depends on how convincing your vampire’s human persona is because if they’re not keeping a good enough masquerade in the beginning, how are they going to convince you that their super low body temperature is actually just a weird genetic thing?)

When they finally confess what they are to you: your reaction means a lot to them. Whatever you say/do, they are going to internalize to the max. It’s okay if you don’t believe them right away- they don’t mind showing you proof now. Whether it’s their fangs or their superspeed or strength, they’re happy to show off. Their main concern is if you’re afraid of them, or reject them because of this.

If you’re okay with it (after taking the time to process it all internally), they’re thrilled! I mean, like for the first time in a hundred years, they finally-fucking-feel-something-again thrilled! They can’t wait to just be themself around you! No more, ‘I already ate’ or ‘I sunburn easily’- they can just be with you. It’s the kind of love you’re lucky to get once in a lifetime, much once in many lifetimes.

If you do reject them, they’ll be hurt, but ultimately understand. If you’ve managed to form a solid bond otherwise, I don’t think they’d erase your memories or hypnotize you into forgetting what they just said. However, if they have reason to believe you’d run and tell everyone else, they wouldn’t hesitate to make you forget their little, um, confession.

But I also think if they really loved you, and just couldn’t let you go, they wouldn't break up with you, oh no. They’d keep you from finding out the truth while continuing to pursue and further your relationship together. And each time you get suspicious, they’d tell you the truth again and again, before erasing your memory if your reaction is still, shall we say, disagreeable.

I mean, after all, time heals all things, right? And darling, they have all the time in the world.

#monster imagine #monster x reader #monster x gender neutral reader #vampire imagine #vampire x reader #exophilia imagines #exophilia x reader #monster #hc

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operationnope · 1 month

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Vol VI

Am I being too obvious? Do I seem desperate?? I need this man already 😅😂😭 We had a lovely chat, but I’m ready to take this to the next level already.

And my other notes (spoilers)

Hari is… not for me. He seems like a nice guy but I kept it friendly, even though he’s into MC

Finally FINALLY got to chat to Theo (like I haven’t mentioned it already 🤣). Seems the space between him and Claudia is growing, and the space is MC size. I picked all the obvious and overtly sexual answers for word association. Your girl is thirsty 🥵

Jack making an iced coffee for Bea but then giving it to Sophie cracked me right up 😂 (yes, I kept them. They’re entertaining 🤭)

Sports Challenge! Love a good headband ⛹️‍♀️ I swam like a dolphin 🐬

Ope Hi Jin! That was a quick turn around 🏃‍♂️💨

Awkward double date. Apparently your dumped LI spent the night at a hotel where they met Bea and played chess?? Ok…

Bea seems nice so far. She’s not over the top trying to steal anyone, so that’s good

I didn’t stay to talk to Jin or Harry after the date. If anyone else did, drop me the deets 🙏

Boys are off for a night out… AND WE’RE OFF TO CASA!!

Of course they’re separating us when MC is “single” and unsure of our coupling status. Curious what that means for stick or twist. But I just wanna get back and be with Theo already. Why do I always pick the torturous route?! Theo better come back single…

#gimme theo already #guess I’ll have to make out with some casa boys #they better be cute #litg #love island the game #litg s8 #litg tempting fate

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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years

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Hello! I found your blog pretty recently and I really love your take on the characters, so here I am to send my first request. Can I please ask for headcanons where their s/o takes care of them when they're sick? For Childe, Ayato and Xiao, pretty please. ❤️ Take as much time as you need!

Thank you so much, dear anon, both for your request and your kind words. I'm really glad that you enjoy my content so far! <3 I hope you'll like these headcanons as well. Have a great day/night and stay safe. :)

characters: Childe, Xiao, Kamisato Ayato

Taking care of them when they’re sick (HCs)

Childe

Although he always acts really tough and pretends that nothing can ever stop him, Childe can get really whiny when he’s sick. Not immediately, of course, because at first, he’s convinced that something like a cold isn’t enough to get somebody like him down but once he actually starts to feel like absolute garbage, all he wants is someone to take care of him.

He really tries not to annoy you, at least not on purpose, and he also doesn’t expect you to mother him or anything. However, it’s still amusing to see how this fearless Harbinger turns into a picture of misery when he’s sick, and if you’d want to tease him about it, he wouldn’t even mind because it’s the truth. He’s always asking for cuddles, claiming that your presence is all he needs to get better, but in reality, he just wants you to keep him company for a while.

Childe loves how considerate you are, even though he’s convinced that you’re annoyed by him at some point. You always make sure that he stays warm enough and won’t hesitate to rush to the pharmacy to get some more meds if he needs them. It makes him fall in love with you even more that you don’t seem to care about catching a cold as well and insist on taking care of him.

The whole situation is actually a nice change of pace for both of you because usually, you don’t get to spend much time with each other. Now, on the other hand, you can lounge around together for hours, snuggled up against each other and making plans for what you’re going to do once Childe feels better. He insists on taking you on a date as soon as possible to thank you for nursing him back to health.

Xiao

As far as he’s concerned, Yakshas don’t get sick like humans do, hence why he acts like everything is fine, even when he starts to feel so awful that he doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning. You’ll have a really hard time convincing him to get some rest because he can be incredibly stubborn and therefore insists that he doesn’t need a break. He tells you that it’s absolutely impossible that he caught a cold – only to fall into a fit of coughing just a moment later.

You won’t hear him complain about his current health state, not even once, but it’s still obvious that he’s feeling awful. It gets even more obvious when he goes back to bed after you tell him to get some sleep without even trying to contradict you. He asks you to keep him company for a while, immediately snuggling up to you and slowly drifting off to sleep in your arms.

However, after a few hours of sleep, Xiao insists that he’s already feeling better and reassures you that you don’t have to worry about him. His runny nose and coughing fits tell another story, so it’s probably better to prescribe him some more rest. He really appreciates that you take care of him like that but he also has to admit that being sick is the most annoying thing he has ever experienced.

Should you contract a cold from him, Xiao won’t hesitate to return the favor and take care of you instead. It’s the least he can do after you put up with his stubbornness and bad mood for the past couple of days. However, he probably has to ask Verr Goldet for advice because he has no idea how to take care of someone who’s sick.

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato is someone who always puts his duties and the wellbeing of others before himself. That doesn’t change when he’s starting to feel a bit sick, hence why he’d definitely wouldn’t stop working, no matter how often you tell him to take it slow for a couple of days until he feels better again.

He insists to at least take care of some paperwork while he’s resting because he just can’t afford slacking off. There are so many people relying on him and he can’t allow himself to let them down simply because he’s currently feeling less than sterling. All of that only makes his cold worse though since he still doesn’t get a whole lot of rest.

It’s definitely not easy to take care of him when he’s sick because he often complains about trivialities, for example when he’s too warm or too cold or when he gets a headache. You know that he’s not really blaming you for anything and that he’s just frustrated because he’s forced to sit around and do nothing when there’s so much he has to take care of. Once he realizes that it’s not fair to take it out on you, he immediately apologizes and keeps these thoughts to himself instead.

Ayato appreciates that you try to nurse him back to health as quickly as possible, although he’d never expect you to scrap your plans just to stay by his side. It’s not that he’s not happy about your presence or anything; he just doesn’t want you to feel obligated to be around him all the time and keep him company.

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Lemuria Pottery- Chapter four

A/N: sorry its been a bit, I had my last big exam for my master's program and I was real stressed...

Saturday came quicker than I expected. I woke up early, definitely wanting to look my best for our date. I hadn’t gone on a date in…well a very long time. I was excited, but also nervous, though I had a feeling that would change when I saw Rafayel. The first problem I ran into that morning was I had no idea what we were going to do. Rafayel hadn’t shared any of his plans with me, or even given any hints as to what we could be doing. I didn’t want to make the mistake of wearing heels if we were going to be doing a lot of walking. Sure, I could send Rafayel a text and ask him what I should wear…but that felt awkward to do since we weren’t exactly a couple or anything, this is our first date after all. So after spending too long on finding an outfit that I thought suited me well, but also could work for multiple things, I finally settled on an outfit. Nothing too extravagant, but not too casual either. I could easily walk in my shoes, but they looked nice. Overall, I felt good. But because I had spent an abnormal amount of time choosing an outfit, it left me scrambling for everything else. I had just finished getting ready when there was a knock at my door. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath. I had planned on having something to eat before we left. I did a once-over in my mirror before answering the door. Rafayel stood wearing nice black trousers, a white shirt, a complimentary cardigan, and plenty of added jewelry, giving the look a more expensive feel. Rafayel usually wore nicer clothes than I expected from someone who teaches pottery and paints often, but he had definitely put a lot of care into his appearance for our date. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers- which made me smile as it seemed exactly like something he’d do- bring a girl flowers for your first date. “Hope you like them,” he nervously smiled, holding up the flowers. I nodded.

“They’re gorgeous. Whoever picked them sure knew what they were doing,” I told him, inviting him in.

“Well, an artist should know what colors and shapes go together,” he smiled. “Do you have, yes you do, where’s the vase you made?” He asked, stepping into my apartment.

“Ah, in the kitchen, come on in. Is it okay if I eat something really quick? I took a bit too long getting ready.” I asked, leading him to the kitchen.

“Of course, no need to be super full though if you know what I mean,” he answered, following. I grabbed the vase and handed it to Rafayel, impressed when he immediately began trimming the flower ends and placing them in the vase. I grabbed a protein bar, something quick, but would also make me feel less starved. “Ready to go?” he asked when I had finished, I nodded and we headed out of my apartment. It was easy spotting Rafayel’s car, it looked out of place in my apartment’s parking lot. The nice car sticking out like a sore thumb. We headed for it, making our way across the parking lot. I went to open the door, but was immediately stopped. “Hey! NO! What do you think you’re doing?!” Rafayel almost yelled, making me freeze with my hand on the door handle. My eyes widened in shock at his outburst.

“What?” I muttered, confused.

“I’m supposed to open that,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Is this like a ‘women don’t know how to properly open and close car door toxic masculinity’ thing or a ‘I’m trying to be nice’ thing?” I questioned. He tilted his head and made a face of disgust.

“What are you talking about? I know you’re perfectly capable of opening and closing a door. Do you not know chivalry? I was trying to make a good impression by opening the door for you,” he frowned.

“Ah,” I nodded, backed away, and offered the door to him. “My apologies, go on then.” He smiled and reached across to open the door for me, waiting until I was completely in to shut it. The drive to wherever we were going was nice. It was a nice day out and I had convinced Rafayel to open the windows and sunroof- ignoring his complaints of it messing up his hair. He eventually agreed, rolling them down and enjoying the breeze. He was also blasting music, and I mean blasting, as the two of us sang along. After 45 minutes of being in a car going to an unknown destination, I finally decided I had had enough, rolling up the windows and turning the music down. Rafayel looked over at me, confused. “Can you please tell me where we’re going now?” I asked.

“Ha, as if. It’s a surprise,” he reminded me.

“I know, but it's been forever! For all I know you could be kidnapping me or something,” I reasoned. He rolled his eyes.

“If I was going to kidnap you I would have chosen a very interesting way of doing so.”

“I mean, you are kinda weird, I don’t know…” I trailed off. He gasped, hurt by my words…or at least acting that way.

“I am not weird, I’m unique,” he informed me. I laughed.

“That is true. Can you at least tell me if we’re almost there?”

“Fine,” he sighed. “If you could have waited 2 minutes more you would see that we are there now, or here now rather.” I tilted my head and looked out the window. We were pulling into what seemed like a dock, boats lined up on a shoreline. I didn’t even know we lived anywhere near a body of water. “Ah, so you’re going to murder me and throw me in some lake?” I asked seriously.

“Precisely,” he laughed. He parked his car and I froze after unbuckling, turning to him. “Can I open the door to get out or am I going to be yelled at if I do that?” I asked him.

“Yelled at. Stay put,” he pointed a finger at me before getting out. He came around and opened the door, letting me out and shutting the door behind me. Then went around to his trunk and pulled out a basket and bag. He began walking down the dock, refusing to let me help carry anything, until we arrived at a random boat. “This yours or something, rich boy?” I asked, joking.

“Actually yeah. I told you I was obsessed with the sea. This clearly isn’t a sea, but it’s as close as I could get. It’s a good get away,” he answered, stepping onto it and unlocking the door to the cabin.

“Oh,” I answered dumbly, following him. I was beginning to suspect that Rafayel had much more money than I originally thought. I mean he’s an artist teaching pottery classes, I didn’t think he’d be made of money. He’s incredible at his art, but many more so than I even thought. We got into the cabin of the boat, Rafayel putting the contents of the basket into the fridge before doing all the necessary steps I don’t know, then taking a seat in front of the wheel. He invited me to sit next to him, and started up the boat, beginning to make our way out of the dock. The sun was much brighter when we left the dock, the sun reflecting off of the water straight into my eyes. Rafayel seemed to notice this and pulled out an extra pair of sunglasses he kept on the boat, offering them to me, which I happily accepted. The water was relatively smooth and I watched the boat part the waves as Rafayel moved us along, seeming to have a destination in mind. Or so I thought, until he suddenly slowed to a stop. “Wanna try?” he asked me.

“What? Driving the boat?” I asked, unsure. He nodded.

“Not every day you get to do that,” he reasoned. I nodded.

“Okay, sure. You’re going to have to show me what to do though.” Then began my short lesson on how to drive the boat. I began very slowly, unsure of what I was doing and a bit worried about crashing Rafayel’s boat, even though there was not a soul in sight. But I eventually gained some confidence, pushing the boat to go as fast as it could and turning it in different directions. I was having a blast. Rafayel on the other hand, was turning pale. I hadn’t noticed at first, too caught up in the thrill of driving the boat, when I did notice I immediately brought the boat to a stop. “Are you okay?” I asked him, concerned.

“I shouldn’t have let you drive. I think I’m gonna be sick,” he moaned. I watched wordlessly as he excused himself to the back of the boat, outside of the cabin. I didn’t need to even guess what was happening, being able to hear Rafayel. I felt terrible, though probably not as physically terrible as Rafayel. I opened the fridge and was relieved to find bottles of water, grabbing one for Rafayel. I figured he had to have some sort of medicine to help him as well, this is his boat after all. I had no luck in finding any, though I did find some liquid IV I put into the bottle, then made my way out of the cabin to Rafayel with the water. He was no longer bent over the side of the boat, instead sitting with his back against the wall, still looking pretty pale. “I’m sorry Rafayel, I didn’t even notice,” I apologized, handing him the water.

“It’s okay. I’m more embarrassed that I’ve now released my guts into the water on our first date,” he admitted, taking the bottle and drinking from it.

“Don’t be,” I assured him. “Though it is a bit strange you own a boat when you get seasick,” I thought aloud. “If you really did live in an underwater city in your past life, you must have died from something dumb like drowning,” I teased. He rolled his eyes, which surprisingly made me happy because it meant he was feeling better.

“I don’t usually get seasick,” he stated. “Only when some maniac drives a boat I guess. I’m always fine when I drive it. I didn’t think you’d drive it like that.”

“I really am sorry,” I muttered, looking down.

“And I’m really fine, as long as you had fun.”

“I honestly did,” I chuckled.

“Good. Now let's pretend this never happened so I didn’t ruin my shot with you and go find somewhere where my guts aren’t floating around,” he stated, standing. I hid my laughter from him and helped him up, heading back into the cabin. Rafayel drove the boat from then on out, finding a spot that he deemed as “the spot”. He grabbed the food he had brought and we ate outside, watching the water move with the wind. It was really nice honestly.

We spent a while outside, just talking, messing around and eating the food Rafayel brought. Eventually, it was time for us to begin heading back to the dock, both of us not really wanting to leave, but knowing we should if we wanted to be back by any sort of decent time. I helped clean up the mess we had made eating, while Rafayel went to start up the boat. When I walked into the cabin, I knew immediately that something was wrong, my smile dropping. “Is something wrong?” I asked him. He sighed.

“It won’t start up,” he informed me.

“Like at all?”

“Like at all. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but I think it’s safe to say we’re not going anywhere in this,” he confirmed.

“Fuck,” I said, not even thinking, making him laugh.

“Fuck is right. Do you happen to have any cell service out here? I purposely chose to dock my boat here because I don’t, gives me an excuse to ignore Thomas,” he admitted. I pulled out my phone to check and frowned, shaking my head. He nodded. “Well, then we only have one option,” he stated, leaving the cabin with me following behind. He took his cardigan off, placing it on a chair, his jewelry following. “You’re not saying we have to swim back right? That’s impossible,” I questioned him.

“You’re going to stay here,” he instructed.

“Rafayel, you can not swim all the way back,” I stated.

“Relax, I have a row boat for emergencies. I’ll take it and head back to the dock for some help,” he said, uncovering said row boat and placing it into the water.

“Then I should come to, it’ll be faster with both of us rowing right?” I asked him.

“I can’t ask you to do that. It’s safer here on the boat anyway.”

“You don’t have to ask.”

“Then I’m asking you to stay here and make sure no one steals the boat,” he decided. I frowned.

“There’s no one here,” I reminded him.

“You never know. Please (y/n), just stay here. I will be fine, this isn’t the first time this has happened. You being here will encourage me to be quicker and safer getting there and back anyway.”

“Fine,” I agreed. He smiled, getting into the small row boat.

“I’ll be back in half an hour, tops,” he told me. I nodded.

“Please be careful,” I told him. He nodded and began rowing away towards the dock. When he was a bit away from the boat, I heard him begin to sing as he rowed, listening until I couldn’t hear him anymore.

At first, the wait was incredibly boring. I sat on the edge of the boat, my feet in the water, basically twiddling my thumbs. That lasted the first 10 minutes. Then I decided to explore every inch of Rafayel’s boat. I found some cool things, I guess, but it was still boring. I tried to take a nap, but couldn’t fall asleep, too worried about Rafayel. I began to panic when the sun began to set. Rafayel definitely should have been back by now. I’m stranded on this boat with no way of getting off. I definitely couldn’t swim back, I’d drown, never making it. Has something happened to Rafayel? When would someone else even come out this way and find me? What if the wrong kind of people found me? My fear and anxiety led me to hang out inside the cabin, crouched down so no one could see me. The nearby animals began to sing, frogs croaking, crickets chirping and the occasional splash of a fish. I sat on the floor, trying to calm myself down. I’d be fine. Rafayel was okay, and on his way back. Definitely…

For some reason, I froze when I heard my name being called from Rafayel. I heard a boat get closer, and my nerves grew with it. When my brain registered that the voice belonged to Rafayel, I peeked my head up, spotting a worried Rafayel on the incoming boat. For some reason, he didn’t wait for the boat to get close enough, instead choosing to jump in the water and swim the distance, getting onto his boat. I helped him up, still a bit surprised. “Are you okay?” he immediately asked, concern written all over his face. I nodded and he hugged me, making me tense slightly. “I’m so sorry it took so long,” he apologized, and let go to look at my face. I shook my head.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re okay, I was just worried,” I told him. He furrowed his brows, but nodded. The boat he arrived on got close enough to us and Rafayel got onto it first, reaching out a hand to help me onto it. He got back onto his boat, grabbing a bag of a few few things, including the purse I had forgotten and got back onto the other boat, yelling to the person I assumed was driving the boat. Rafayel found a blanket and quickly put it around my shoulders, bending down to once again ask if I was okay. I nodded. “I’m fine now, really. My head was just starting to get to me, it’s nothing. Happens all the time, I’m used to it. But you’re literally going to freeze if you don’t dry off. Why the hell did you jump ship and swim over?” I asked him, returning more to my normal self.

“I was worried. You looked terrified and I hated that. I’m sorry,” he apologized. I lightly smacked his arm.

“Obviously I was worried, it took you forever, I thought I was going to be stranded. But still, you didn’t need to get yourself soaked!”

“I fell in on my way to the dock anyway,” he admitted, making me shake my head, but smile. “Peter here was slacking off not being in his office, so I had to commit a crime to get in and call him to get over here.”

“You broke in?” I practically yelled. He shrugged. I took the blanket off of me and put it on Rafayel, glaring at him when he tried to refuse. “I’m serious, you’re going to get sick. It’s too cold for you to be soaking wet. What about the boat?”

“Peter will come back in the morning with a few people and get it fixed and back to shore,” he explained. I nodded. The rest of the ride to the dock was quiet, Rafayel thanking, but also scolding Peter for helping. We got back into his car and I wasn’t surprised to see Rafayel immediately turn on the heat as high as it could go.

When we got back to my apartment, I was exhausted and hungry, I was sure Rafayel was the same. He looked as if he could pass out at any moment, not to mention he was still shivering. He had paddled all the way back to the dock, fallen in water, swam, thrown up, and had probably been stressed on top of it all. I would be exhausted too. “I hope it wasn’t too bad of a first date,” Rafayel began when we got to my door. “I should have listened and just done something normal, but I wanted it to be special…some kind of special it actually was.”

“Honestly, I think it would have had to have been much much much more disastrous for me to not want to see you again. It was interesting, but also kinda fun,” I chuckled. He looked up at me.

“Really?” he asked. I nodded.

“Really.”

“Well, I should get going-” Rafayel began.

“Absolutely not,” I stated, surprising him. “If you think I’m letting you leave here when you’re that tired, still soaking wet from the lake, and probably hungry, you’re hilarious. Come inside, no arguing,” I glared at him. He nodded, keeping his mouth shut and followed me in. I grabbed him a towel to dry off, and he accepted it, trying to tell me he’d just stay for some food and then go home to not impede on me. I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so I agreed. He got comfortable on my couch, covered in the towel I had given him and practically every blanket I owned, while I went to my kitchen and made ramen. I was not surprised to find him fast asleep after I had made the ramen. So I did what I had to, leaving my ramen to cool so I could take care of Rafayel. I was not going to wake him up, knowing how physically and emotionally exhausted he had to be, but I could not let him sleep in wet clothes. He’d freeze and definitely get sick. But I also wasn’t too keen on invading his privacy like that. So I made the best plan I could. I unwrapped Rafayel from the towel and blankets he had on himself, laying him down on my couch with a spare pillow. Then grabbed a blanket and covered him, and took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s not weird at all. I’m just making sure he doesn’t get sick. I should be able to do this and not see anything embarrassing,” I told myself. I began with his shirt, the arguably easier part. He’d worn a white button down and it wasn’t exactly doing much for him. I unbuttoned his shirt, being careful not to wake him up. The blanket quickly slid off of his chest, though there wasn’t much I could do. I had to see the buttons to unbutton them. I tried my hardest not to stare at his chest…though honestly that proved to be difficult. The shirt had been teasing me all night in the car ride home, basically showing off his toned abs. I reminded myself that I had a reason for doing this and that was to make sure he didn’t get sick, but now came the more difficult part. His bottoms. I debated leaving underwear on, because come on, I don’t want to do that to him. But at the same time, leaving them on would be awful for him. My plan was dumb, but it had to be done. I grabbed the duct tape I had found in a closet and pulled off a strip, cutting it in half. I then secured the blanket to Rafayel’s shoulders, the duct tape holding the blanket to him. Satisfied that it wouldn’t move, I awkwardly reached through the blanket to find the top of his trousers, moving slowly and very, very, deliberately. I did not want to do anything AT ALL. Hopefully Rafayel would understand and trust that. In one go, when I was sure I had a hold of everything, I pulled successfully removing everything. I thanked god that the blanket didn’t move, making sure I saw absolutely nothing, and that he didn’t wake up when I was trying to take his pants off. Shaking the jitters from my body, I stood and gathered his clothes, putting them into my washing machine.

I returned to my living room, Rafayel still fast asleep on my couch, snoring softly. I chuckled and grabbed a few more blankets, placing them on him to make sure he was warm…especially because he had nothing else on. I went into my kitchen afterwards and ate my ramen before going and getting ready for bed myself. When I was done, I moved Rafayel’s clothes into the dryer and left him a note, assuming I’d either be gone, asleep, or he wouldn’t want to face me in the morning. It would hopefully help with the shock of waking up on a stranger’s couch naked…maybe?

“Rafayel,

This is so weird, but probably weirder for you…but I did what I had to do!! After our date you completely passed out on my couch (yes, you snore). I didn't want to wake you up, but I also couldn't let you sleep in wet clothes and get sick…so that’s why you have nothing on. I swear to god I saw nothing! I duct taped that blanket to you so i wouldn’t see anything for both of our embarrassment's sake…the duct tape is probably going to be a bitch to get off sorry. Anyways if im gone or you don't want to see me, which i understand, your clothes are in the dryer, but im leaving a spare pair of clothes that may fit you, or at least cover you on the coffee table. There's food in the fridge, help yourself. Again, I swear I saw nothing, but I understand if you never want to see me again, though I hope that’s not the case. I really did enjoy our date, even with all the bumps in it.

<3 (y/n)”

After writing the note, I did as promised, finding some sweat pants that would at least be able to get around his waist, they probably would go to his calves if he was lucky, and grabbing the largest shirt I owned for him. Figuring there was nothing else I could do, and my own exhaustion catching up with me, I headed to my bedroom to sleep.

I was surprised when I didn’t wake up to a screaming Rafayel. I woke up normally, heading out to my living room. I was a bit disappointed that Rafayel wasn’t there. I couldn’t blame him though, I wouldn’t want to stay either. I shook it off and went to prepare some breakfast so I could go run the errands I needed to do today. I was peacefully cutting up some green onions, listening to some music when my soul left my body at the sight of Rafayel, standing in my living room, staring at me, his aura dark and menacing. “What the hell?!” I yelled at him, almost throwing the knife.

“Promise me you didn’t see my dick,” he calmly stated.

“Excuse me?” I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Promise me you didn’t see my dick,” he whined. I blinked, mouth agape.

“Rafayel, I did not see your dick,” I told him, exasperated. He nodded and smiled, returning to his happy self and coming to join me in the kitchen. I stared at him in confusion.

“The hell was that, I thought you left and didn’t want to see me again,” I asked him. He shook his head.

“If you saw nothing then it’s okay. What’s for breakfast?” he asked, again as if it were normal. I then noticed that he was wearing the clothes I had given him, and I was correct. The sweatpants were snug around his waist, but stopped around mid calf on him, the shirt surprisingly fit him pretty normally. I laughed at the sight. He frowned. “What? You said you didn’t see anything!” he yelled.

“Rafayel! I’m not laughing about your dick oh my god! I’m laughing at what you’re wearing and this whole situation!” I yelled through my laughter.

“Right, you’d have no reason to laugh at my dick anyway, you’d probably be stunned. You’re the one that gave me this to wear!” he argued.

“I kinda figured you’d put it on to run to the bathroom and get your own clothes,” I reasoned, ignoring his first comment. He shrugged.

“They were still a little wet, so I restarted the machine. I’ll go when they’re done, but I’m starvingggg,” he whined. I shook my head at him and sighed, smiling.

“Go grab a few more eggs then.”

#rafayel x reader #love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x y/n #love and deepspace fanfiction

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hendolish · 8 months

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stonesford ficlet where John takes care of Jordan after bad results with Everton???

btw I love your writing so much 😭❤️

john stones/jordan pickford | comfort ♡

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

Jordan pauses arranging the pillows on the couch then to stare at him.

“It was four-nil, John. Four-nil. What’s worse than that?”

“Five-nil?”

John quips with a grin on his face that suggests he didn’t want to make the joke but had felt compelled to. Admittedly, it does make Jordan’s lips twitch as he chucks one of the cushions at him.

“It was shit. We were a mess,” He rakes his hands through his hair as he finally takes a seat. It’s still slightly damp from where he’d just gotten out of the shower, “I was a mess. Didn’t feel in control at all and I hated it.”

John watches him with a frown, lips pressed together. He hates seeing Jordan like this. Especially when anger and frustration usually seems to fuel him rather than pull him down.

The plan was to watch the Arsenal game together, John wants to be up to date with everything for when he’s fit again, but with Jordan’s brows pulling into an ever deeper frown every time one of the keepers makes a save, John is quick to flip the channel over. He can go over the game later himself.

As expected, Jordan’s wallowing so deep in his own thoughts that it takes him a couple of seconds to even turn to John and ask what he’s doing.

“C’mon, let’s put on a film and I’ll make you a cuppa.”

Jordan’s frown neutralises mildly at the suggestion, but remains because it’s pretty obvious that John’s attempting to cheer him up. Either way, he agrees with a weak nod as he rubs at his eyes. Red and tired from where he hadn’t slept a wink last night thinking about what he should have done. Which way he should’ve dived.

John’s determined to fill his mind with anything but.

“You choose,” He says over his shoulder as he extracts what has become Jordan’s mug out of the cupboard. Evertonian blue, of course.

“I’ll even watch one of those terrible action films with you,” Jordan picks up the remote, his left eyebrow quirked upwards, “You know. The ones with the cars and the semi-naked girls.”

That seems to do the trick, Jordan soon rising to the defence of his favourite film series, which may or may not have been John’s plan all along as he distributes the teabags.

Jordan still looks a little put out once he returns to the couch with two mugs in hand, balancing them carefully until they’re safely on the coffee table, so John plants a kiss to the top of his head as he passes by. Once he’s sat down again, he grins at the grimace on Jordan’s face because he knows he loves it really. Just far too stubborn to show it.

“You picked one?” John asks as he arranges himself on the couch; aesthetics and long limbs really don’t match.

Jordan doesn’t reply, instead gesturing to the TV with the remote still in hand where a title screen is blinking back at him. John still thinks he looks distracted though, and so adds, “We’ll smash ‘em for you. You’ll see.”

The other hums in agreement, but the noise soon turns into Jordan’s sniggering. John can’t help but grin back at him, “What?”

“Pretty sure you don’t play them ‘til, like, December or summit.”

John’s still smiling at Jordan because his face looks far less grim glancing over at him; he doesn’t even realise the other’s hit ‘play’ until a car screeches to a halt through the TV’s speakers.

“I know,” He says, just to keep Jordan looking at him, grinning, “But does it make you feel better?”

John holds his breath as he watches Jordan move closer to him on the couch until he’s lowering his head down into his lap, eyes still traced on the TV. He daren’t move in case the other man changes his mind, but slowly lowers a hand to land in his hair once Jordan seems set on staying where he is.

“It does.”

Jordan murmurs as he buries his face into John’s thigh and pushes into the hand playing with his hair. Soft for once and not slicked with product. John grins to himself.

“Good.”

♡

#thank u so much for the prompt!!! loved writing this much needed after villa today🙏🏻#and i’m so glad you like my writing thank you so much🥹🫶🏻#england #england national team #england nt #england football #football rpf #football #john stones #stones #jordan pickford #pickford #stonesford #man city #manchester city #everton #fics #fluff #comfort

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fallingsunflower · 8 months

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Thoughts on Harry and Taylor?

I took some time to think about how to answer this question since I get it at least a couple of times every day.

I don’t know anything about Taylor. She seems cute. She’s an actress. She has a dog apparently. That’s about the extent of it, which is totally fine. I have no complaints about her and if her and Harry are dating (which they could be but idk) then that’s cool.

I have an issue with the obvious PR being used. I’m not saying the relationship is 100% fake but you’d be blind to ignore the PR in it. Taylor’s play coming out literally the same time they’re “confirmed” and holding hands, more videos of them when news of her ambassador thing dropped (when Harry followed Loewe like 6 days prior or something like that lmao), his unreleased songs dropping, the articles being posted before the videos dropped?? Hello sorry to burst your bubbles but that’s PR. It’s similar to Holivia but less annoying lmao And it’s fine because I get that’s a Hollywood tactic but tbh I have no interest in following someone because they’re connected to Harry. I don’t care about that.

I don’t really like this version of Harry tbh. I’m not down with all the PR and the sound of his newer music and his unwillingness to speak on literally anything ever. And I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with what he’s doing (per say) but it’s just not for me so I don’t like speaking about it, or about him at the moment. Nothing to do with Taylor but she’s part of this Harry image I don’t like right now.

(mini unrelated rant here) And honestly I’m seriously considering shifting the content of my blog a little to be less-Harry focused. I think I’m going to start focusing more on 1D/5SOS with Harry of course but I want to incorporate more of what I like and what I want in my life. It’s more accepting in those fandoms. I’m tired of being scared to post about Louis, for instance, because Harry fans cry “Larry” whenever I do when in reality, I just like and support Louis as an artist. I’m tired of dealing with supporting Harry when I’m not even sure I do anymore. And I’m tired of his fans having more of an interest in his sex life than his career. The Taylor asks are annoying

So yeah that’s my opinion on Taylor + some more no one asked for lmao I don’t know if I’ll answer more asks on her or not. I don’t care to

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deancasbigbang · 2 years

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Title: Do You Know What That's Worth?

Author: norahastuff

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Brief non-explicit Cas/OFC, Brief non-explicit Cas/OMC

Length: 75000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Cas POV Canon divergent from 9x06 Cas is pretty damn competent Slow burn Late night drinking (and subsequent revelatory conversations) Let's finally address the ingredients of the angel fall spell Copious references to Howl and The Pina Colada Song

Posting Date: November 4, 2022

Summary: After Dean leaves him at the Gas N' Sip in Rexford, Castiel realises that he needs to get back in the game. However, that's easier said than done, and instead he finds himself working in a superstore in Boulder as he tries to figure out his new human life. He makes friends, starts hunting, even has a couple of hook-ups. But then Dean unexpectedly crashes back into his life, and Castiel has to re-evaluate where Dean fits in, and what it is they need from each other. And while Castiel may have had his grace stripped from him, he still possesses certain angelic sensibilities that may be the key to fixing some of the damage Metatron has wrought. With some creativity, teamwork, and a dash of hope, maybe he can discover just how much he's really capable of.

Excerpt: He looked over the file he'd taken from Dean. “She was single, had a good job, and lived alone. Are the others similar?” Dean didn’t respond. Castiel glanced down to find him frozen in place, staring at the small black ring box. “It’s your birthday present,” Castiel told him, somewhat unnecessarily. He’d thought it was obvious. He’d even put a gold bow on it. “Uh, right. Sure.” Dean gingerly opened the box to reveal the heavy, dark ring inside. “I know you’re not one for jewellery these days,” Castiel said, picking up one of the other files from the pile beside Dean. “But I thought you might like this. It’s iron. Hand-forged.” Dean looked up at him wordlessly. Castiel shrugged. “You have repeatedly expressed your desire to punch a ghost in the face. This should assist you in that.” “Shit, Cas.” Dean slid the ring onto his finger, expression inscrutable, until his eyes flickered back over to Castiel and his face broke into an absurdly dazzling grin. “You get me.” Castiel swallowed, his throat feeling inexplicably dry. “Past events would indicate so,” he said when he felt comfortable speaking again. Dean didn’t seem to notice his hesitation. He curled his hand up into a fist and examined the ring from several different angles. “What are these etchings?” he asked, holding his hand up to his face and squinting at it. “Enochian protection runes. I didn’t know if they would work on such an uneven surface, but the artist I commissioned to engrave it did a remarkable job.” She hadn’t even blinked when he had shown her the pattern, nor had she had any intrusive follow-up questions, which Castiel had greatly appreciated. He still wasn’t particularly good at improvising cover stories. “Huh.” “There’s also…” he trailed off, and Dean looked up sharply. “What?” “Well, the sigils. They’re similar to the ones I carved into your ribs.” Dean grinned, which was not the response Castiel had expected. “Thought I recognised this one,” he said, tapping delicately at a sigil with the nail of his pinky finger, and yes, of course he would pick that one. “That’s my name,” Castiel said, and Dean went still. “My true, angelic name. Don’t worry, it works even if I don’t have my grace,” Castiel added hurriedly. “Besides, even if it was dependent on that, that wouldn’t be a problem for you.” “That’s not what I –” Dean frowned. “Wait, what do you mean, ‘for me'?” “You still have some of my grace within you.” Dean’s jaw dropped. “I reconstructed your body, Dean, knitted it back together, molecule to molecule, before infusing your soul back into each new cell I had created. You had to have known I did that using my grace?” Castiel tried to suppress his smile. The look on Dean’s face was rather amusing, but he suspected Dean wouldn’t like it if he started laughing at it.

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wine-mom-wheeler · 2 years

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After scrolling through the tag for a while and seeing everyone go into a state of panic because of the Noah and Millie interview, I wanted to give some thoughts. This is more or less an incoherent rant, you’ve been warned. Just as a side note I’m not trying to start an argument with anyone online so if you decide to be hostile I’ll block you bbg. I will not be addressing the article but the unlabeled Will discourse that has sparked because of it. Anyways.

Also minor tw some slurs are mentioned and mentioned negative use of the word queer.

I don’t understand what’s wrong with Will being unlabeled. Like they way some of you are framing it seems homophobic. It sounds like you’re saying that unlabeled people aren’t queer. Which they most definitely are and if you think otherwise why is that? The whole modern queer movement is about rejecting heteronormativity, and labels are a part of that.

Of course the 80s gay liberation movement was different form the one today. But at its core it strove to abolish gender norms and the nuclear family. Gay and Lesbian were terms that people used then as a form of their own liberation and a way to distance themselves from heteronormativity. So would Will being unlabeled really make sense? (the answer is yes).

*disclaimer, you can headcanon Will’s sexuality however you want. It still has not been confirmed only heavily coded. All we know is that he is some sort of queer.

I think it makes a lot of sense for Will to be unlabeled looking into how his character is written. He’s been the subject of homophobic bullying for his entire life. Even his dad called him gay. So it’s makes sense that the terms gay, queer, fairy etc would trigger unwanted memories and trauma. I think it makes more sense for someone like Mike to use the label gay (I don’t think he'd use the term bi since there was a lot of biphobia back then but feel free to debate that, respectfully of course).

Robin is an unlabeled character yet I haven’t seen any discourse about that. Would you like for her to be confirmed lesbian. All we know is that she likes women and not men. So why can’t that be the same for Will. We know he likes Mike and we can be pretty sure he doesn’t like women at all. That’s all we really need to know… sorta. That argument is constantly used by straight people, “why does it matter?” It matters because we need confirmation a character is queer and in passed media we’ve only gotten heavily queer characters. Ones that never got into relationships and were only queercoded or had offhand mentions like “oh yeah I’m living with my roommate” or “I’m not interested in dating a girl/boy right now.”

For the older queer people in the fandom, in your head what would it be like for them to keep Will unlabeled. Would it be similar to Robin or something like what I just stated in the previous paragraph?

But that’s not really what the duffer brothers would be doing (if byler is canon which it will be, just has not been confirmed yet). If Mike and Will end up together and explicitly say they’re a couple/dating then they aren’t really running from confirming the characters as queer. They are telling their audience outright that they love each other. They don’t need Will to say he's gay in order for their relationship to be valid.

In my humble opinion I think if they had Will have a coming out scene it'd feel forced. 1. Because coming out is pretty heteronormative and a way for cishet people to separate queer people from them. Queer people shouldn’t need to declare their truth just like straight people. All the power to you if you want to come out, it’s your decision of course that’s just how I see it. 2. The duffers shouldn’t have to handhold their audience in order to get across that Will is gay. If he’s in a relationship with Mike then it’s pretty obvious. Yes there are slimy incel Elon Musk stans who will debate it on Reddit but like so what. They are a small portion of the audience and for the most part everyone will understand how Will feels.

I think the only person it makes sense for Will to explicitly come out to would be Mike. I think Will knows Mike would need concrete confirmation and reassurance that Will is gay and has feelings for him. As for everyone else I don’t think Will would want to come out to everyone else in the party. I don’t even think he'd come out to his mom and Jonathan, I think he'd just be open if he was dating Mike.

I know one argument is that not confirming Will as gay is them being afraid to say it. But are they afraid to said it if they’ve shown homophobia and that whole Justin/Erica interaction? /gen.

I mentioned earlier how I think it makes more sense for Mike to call himself explicitly gay. He hasn’t been bullied the way Will has. He’s spent most of his life not knowing the feelings he has deep down for his friend, all he knows is that they aren’t normal. Mike identifying as gay could be comforting to him given his circumstances as supposed to Will who has bad memories surrounding those labels. I can imagine Mike saying to Nancy or his mom “I’m gay” way more than I can Will.

Tldr; I think Will is gay as fuck but they don’t have to say it, and for all u bylers worrying about the article, don’t pay too much attention to it. All the evidence trumps it and I think we should just live laugh Byler

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