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luveline · 8 months

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jade!! i have a rooster request (ty if you do it, love u if u dont! ur my queen). i feel like rooster doesn't uh, relax a lot? so maybe making him chill out with a face mask or something? love u!

tysm for requesting, love u ♡ fem!reader

Bradley sits back against the headboard of his bed, listening to your quiet movements in the bathroom with that 'I'm so lucky' feeling coursing rampant through his veins.

The bed is made —though the corners aren't as neat as Bradley would tuck them— the windows open, a box fan breezing the smell of a triple wick candle his way. Vanilla, coconut, and almond.

He's trying to think of ways to pay you back for it while you're gone. You don't like accepting repayment for anything, not dinner, not stamps for your copious letters, nothing. He might tuck a twenty into your purse. Better yet, he might ask you to get married, have a portion of his wages wired to your account whenever he fancies.

That way, you might miss him less. And he'd be much less stressed, if tonight is anything to go by; not because of your cleaning, which he is grateful for, but because your presence feels like a balm for bad nerves. You turn the corner into the bedroom with a muted blue pot in hand and his pulse genuinely slows.

"Bradley," you say, opening your mouth to propose something.

"Y/N," he says, putting his hands out to receive you, pulling you over his extended leg to sit across from him. You fold your legs underneath you, taller than him for once.

"Did you wash up when you got home?"

"Clean as a whistle," he says, eyeing the pot with curiosity, and your dainty vest top with something else. "Want me to prove it?"

"Do you want to do this with me?" you ask, placing the pot in your palm to show him the dark writing spanning the side.

"Clay Mask." He raises his eyebrows. "For my face?"

"Yeah. It has chamomile and lavender, so the smell might be a bit cloying for you, but it's…" You tap the lid and shimmy closer, the sheets crinkling under your knees. This close, he can see the triangles of your lashes. The urge to brush them up rises. "Don't entertain me, okay? If you don't want to do it and this will actually make you more stressed, don't say yes. But if you're okay with it I think we could really chill."

"I'm not half as stressed out as you think I am."

"Well, half of your stress is triple a normal person's."

Bradley puts his arms behind his head and tries to give his muscles a subtle flex. You know him too well, rolling your eyes fondly as his biceps dance.

"It'll definitely relax me if you put it on me," he flirts.

Your smile is impossible to hide. "You can close your eyes, yeah?" You shuffle closer still as he complies, the gentle hum of sound complimented by the quiet in and out of your breath and the shushing of of your plaid pants rubbing against his as you lean into his space. "It'll be cold," you warn.

Bradley smiles. "Just lay it on me, sweetness."

You unscrew your pot. After a moment, he senses your hand, and then cold spreads against his cheek in a soft lump. You smooth it down flat over the planes of his face, melting his heart with the care you show his scars. They were healed years before you met and still you worry you'll hurt him as your fingertip glides over his chin. The smell is heady but with a little hint of sweetness to tide it over.

It could smell of chicken shit and he'd stick it out just to feel you touching him like this.

"Do you ever wonder what your top lip looks like?" you ask as you paint the skin either side of it.

"Nope. You like the stache, babe, you know you do."

You sit back on your heels. Bradley opens his eyes, his skin cold and sticky.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

"Better already." And it has nothing to do with the face mask. He couldn't care less about how corny it is, but you've really made him feel better with your touch alone.

"Will you do mine?" you ask.

"You kidding? C'mere."

He's halfway through painting your face when he starts to feel stiff around his mouth. "What's happening?" he asks, batting down his alarm.

"It dries solid," you murmur, trying not to move too much under his touch. "Gotta wash it off."

The mess of clay and water that runs down his arms as he does is enough to put his stress levels back where they were, but your soft laughter from beside him makes up for it. "Looking fresh, Bradshaw."

He gets clay on his lips trying to kiss you.

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas

Paring: Dean winchester x reader x Castile (not destile!)

Summary: headcanons about an angel and a hunter fall in love with you.

A/n: this won the newest voting thing :)

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“They're both in love with her” Sam sighed.

“my money is on Dean” Bobby said drinking his beer.

Okay... So, get ready for every single thing to be a contest. they're both extremely stubborn and even the simplest of things will be turned into a competition of who can do it better, even if Cas doesn't understand.

Since Cas is clueless about most human actions, he usually tries to copy Dean but ends up doing it in a more goofy or messed up way.

Cas wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, he's your Gardian Angel and the rules in heaven are pretty strict. He couldn't help but fall in love with your compassion and goofy personality.

You and Dean had always been on and off, he deeply cares about you and would even say he loves you, but with you both being hunters he's always afraid to lose you or he thinks he's not good enough.

Cas didn't know how to handle the feeling he's never had to deal with, every time he'd see Dean put his arm on you or flirt with you, cas would feel his fist clinch and he'd get so angry.

“I don't know what's wrong with me, my chest is heaving and... I just feel so pissed” Cas said to Sam one day.

“your either jealous or...” Sam stoped. “your not in love with y/n, are you?”

Cas didn't know, but he realized his change in adatued and thoughts. As your Gardian Angel he'd would often go with you to protect you beacuse that was his job, now he would literally push Dean to the side to go on a hunt with you.

Remember when I said you and Dean would often be off and on again? Well Cass has seen two break-ups, and this would be the only time he'd put his feelings aside. He's your best friend and he dose know when you need a shoulder to cry on.

Anyway, Dean would catch on quickly, he cares about Cas but he cares about you more. So challenge accepted.

He wasn't gonna lose you to a baby in a trench coat.

Dean is often very forward and flirty, you were used to his complements and dirty jokes. But when he realized he could use you to Cas he'd turn up the flirting to 100%, which would often make you uncomfortable... You weren't used to him acting like that.

But underneath all the flirting, he's genuine and what he's saying is true.

Suprisenly Cas would become very charming. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He loves he can easily express himself around you and learn about human life without being judged.

I also think Cas is good at knowing when to pump the brakes if he ever steps a line or goes too far. Dean sometimes doesn't and sometimes he forgets that he doesn't need to use the same tactics he used to use bar girls.

If you get hurt Cas will warp his coat around you and heal you up, if it's really bad Cas and Dean will literally start arguing.

One time it got so bad you probably wouldn't still be in this damn triangle if Sam didn't take you to the hospital.

That's when they realized that they really need to put their differences aside, it wasn't just about them, it was about you too.

“she means everything to me... I want her to be happy” Dean says to Sam. “and what if she's chooses Cas?”

“she won't... Just because he's her guardian angel doesn't mean he can make her happy”

Dean was so scared to lose you while Cass just didn't know how to express himself, there been many opportunities for Cas but he'd always chicken out.

What you hated most about this whole situation is that Cas and Dean were turning on each other. You knew they were best friends and you couldn't help but think this, no girl is worth losing your best friend over.

As it went on you got more and more attention, you didn't want that. Then Sam and Bobby's secret poll only grew more bets as time went on.

Jack was so confused, he saw you as a mom and Cas as his dad. So he really just wants you two to be together. He watched the parent trap and used some of the tactics, Sam gently told him to stay out of it.

If Dean would make you a mix tape, Cas would find an even more romantic gesture. During the time you and Dean did date he learned that you were a simple girl and didn't like fancy stuff.

Cas would go to Sam or Jody for advice. Sam would suggest flowers, expensive places while Jody would remind him to just be himself and remember the stuff your actually interested in.

He's been your Gardian Angel for years, so he knows your likes and dislikes. He was so happy when he found a copy of a novel you've been surching for, he loved the feeling of you wrapping your arms around him and cheering that you finally got the book.

“thank you Cas, your the best!”

Gabriel, who liked to stir the pot in the situation was on cas' side. He would sometimes mess somthing up for one of them or just watch one of their planes fail. This was a better love story than twilight in his opinion.

One day Cas found a ring in Dean's room, it's literally not what you guys think. Dean was his mom's and he just wanted to look at it.

Cas watched enough movies with you and thought it was an engagement ring. He felt his heart pounded, he also relized he's watched way too much TV with you. He remembered watching Grey's anatomy with you, he remembered you crying with Mark Sloan died and gave his 'if you love someone' speach.

“I wish I could experience that... A guy not caring about the consequences and just expressing he loves someone” you told him way back when.

That's when he had enough, he didn't care if Dean was there or not he's was gonna tell you. “I love you y/n... I love everything about you, even things I don't understand... I still love”

He told you to think everything through. As much as he loved you, he didn't want you making any hasty decisions or let what he said cloud your mind.

A couple of days later, Dean came to you with the same heart filled love speach after a rough hunt. “I love you... I know I don't show it much or express it, but belive me when I say your the best thing that's ever happened to me”

You had so much to think about and during that time you never felt so overwhelmed, your heart would always pound when you thought about them.

You spent almost three nights just laying awake in bed thinking about them, there was logic and there was reason.

The logical choice would be Dean, you could grow old with him and have a family. After Jack, Cas was terrified to have children with a human. Just because Dean was haman didn't make it a logical choice, but you guys been through so much. There been many night you guys spent patching up wounded parts of your bodies or cleaning up blood after a hunt.

Logically, Cas would be safer. Castile can protect you and heal you with just a brush of his thumb. Just because he was clueless doesn't mean he didn't know how to make a woman's heart pound in the best way possible. Cas knew your deepest fears and kept secrets for years, he knew everything about you.

Positive reasons would bring up the way Dean would make you laugh. Or how he could make you smile no matter how mad you were.

You though about how warm his bear hugs were and how good he smelled.

Dean was a worrior and he would take a bullet for you. You were always his main priority and you never felt that with someone before him.

Even if he didn't know how to interact with humans, he knew how to take care of you. He knew when you need to talk or need a hug. He would catch on to your Quirks, like how you'll nibble on your lip when your doing research or reading.

He'd notice the little wrinks on your forehead when your mad or laughing. He'd know all your different smiles and the meanings of them.

You love whem you hug him you'd feel his wings wrap around you.

What you might not know is Cas would give up immortality for you, he'd become human if it meant spending What humans thought forever was.

“I don't know what to do Sammy” you sighed.

“stop using your brain, what dose your heart say?” he asked. “you'll know the right decision when the time comes”

The next day you took a deep breath and walked down the bunker hallway, Cas and Dean's were right across from each other. Dean's door was beaten up and had band stickers on it. Cas was newer and had 'Cas' place' carved in it.

If you chose Castile:

If you chose him, you didn't go directly to him. You knew he was the one you just didn't know how to do it. When you finally got the courage, Sam interrupted with a paranormal case.

It was hard, you got whipped around like crazy and thrown through windows, the vengeful spirit wasn't gonna let up.

The spirit through your blade at you and it went straight to the gut. You were already bleeding and weak, so this wasn't helping.

You crumbed in Castile's arms and he started to panic. He used his trench coat to applie presher to your wounds.

“Sam! Dean! Help me!”

You coughed and placed your hand on his cheek making him look at you. His watery blue eyes looked at you with so much panic.

You smiled and pulled him closer to you. “I love you Cas... So much”

“I love you too... Hold still, I got you” he placed his lips on yours while his hands healed all your cuts and bruises.

Side note... You also adopt Jack, he finally had parents and he couldn't be happier.

-a week later...

“Balls! I lost $200” Bobby grumbled, you gave the boys a questioning look.

“you beted on us?” you asked Sam, He shrugged. “hey, at least you got $600 for your honeymoon” Sam joked, you took the notebook with all the bets written down and hit him in the head.

If you chose Dean:

You knocked on his door, he when whipped it open a smile immediately formed on his face. “hey, sweetheart”

“can we talk?” you asked softly. Dean nodded as his heart pounded, he didn't know what to expect.

“if this this about what I sa-”

“I love you” you said cutting him off.

He pulled you to his chest and immediately slammed his lips on yours, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “thank God... I love you too”

#Supernatural #Supernatural headcanons #Dean winchester #Jensen Ackles #Dean winchester headcanons #Castiel #Misha Collins #Castiel x reader #Castiel headcanons #Supernatural imagines #Dean winchester x reader

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vargamornight · 1 month

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angel and spike's relationship and their eligibility for the shanshu prophecy have got my brain on puree and i'm tossing episodes in one at a time

when spike was first turned, immortality was a gift. he could live forever! the first goddamn thing he did was go to his mother and turn her. he told dru the three of them can travel the world together! it didn’t go well, but that was okay, because he still had dru, and she was his everything. she was his whole world, his sire, the woman who gave him life. she was his destiny. spike-as-william was perfectly content to just live with drusilla, and angel and darla, because he loved dru, and she loved them. they were family, they were his home, and that was all he ever wanted. just somewhere to belong.

and that pissed angelus right the fuck off. angelus, whose first act as a vampire was to kill his father, whose love for darla was more like rage, who took every opportunity to slaughter and bathe in the blood of innocents, could not fucking stand that this guy was just like "hahaha that was so funny when you killed that guy. anyway, i think i'm just gonna go hang out with dru." angelus didn’t want love, or peace, or contentment. he wanted to rip heads off of shoulders, eat babies, and rape teenaged girls. seeing spike so well adjusted made him genuinely angry, so he did something that he knew would ruffle spike's calm: he slept with dru.

ever since then, they've hated each other. angel literally started it, but neither of them was ever particularly kind about their retaliation. angel tortured spike emotionally and psychologically for like a hundred years, and spike had angel physically tortured for like, three whole hours for information, plus spike definitely went after buffy (in more ways than one) just to piss off angel. but even without a soul, spike was never anywhere near as bad as angel. not even close.

so angel gets a soul. it's an enormous burden, because of how much of a shitstain he's been for the past 150 years or whatever, and he suddenly is capable of guilt again. it's a curse.

(but then he sees a 14 year old girl, the one girl in the world who might put him out of his misery, and he, a 27-slash-200 year old man, literally immediately decides he's in love with that 14 year old girl. okay dude. sure.)

angel becomes a good guy and joins the fight against evil, instead of just eating rats and not dying, because he wants the girl to like him. she does, they bang, he loses his soul again, tortures her psychologically, kills some people, gets sent to a hell dimension, gets out, and leaves. honestly, can't blame him for that one.

angel leaves buffy voluntarily so that he won't/can't hurt her by being a shitstain without a soul again.

and then there's spike. spike basically just noodles around, delivering threatening monologues from rooftops while watching one protagonist or another, and it's very cool and scary until it's time for the dastardly plan to kick in, at which point everything immediately falls apart like a cartoon car with no bolts, leaving spike blinking comically, holding a steering wheel and sitting on air. spike refers to angel as a drama queen several times, and he's not wrong, but he is very hypocritical.

spike gets to sunnydale and goes after buffy for fun, fails terribly, then succeeds at kidnapping angel, who he needs because dru, the light of his life, his moon and stars, his effulgent beauty, his destiny, is not feeling well and he needs the blood of her sire to heal her. that's it. no real ulterior motive, no "i'm gonna getcha" threats, just. business. his wife is sick and he's getting her magical chicken noodle soup. it just so happens that the chicken in said soup is angel, and spike has no problem with that.

then he continues noodling around, tortures angel about a ring, fails terribly, goes back to sunnydale, and immediately gets caught and collared by the literally underground military group operating out of a california college campus. and then he can't hurt humans anymore without getting a migraine, and he's the world's biggest baby, so he is effectively neutered from here on out.

gradually, he learns to be less of a shithead, and falls for buffy the real way, the long way, the hard way—he sees her, and he knows her, and he learns to respect and love her. he is dogged in his pursuit of her. relentless. because even when she tells him to back off, she kisses him right after. she's putting on a show for the benefit of her own pride, and he knows that, and he understands, because he believes it when she says he's beneath her. he knows it. he's not good enough for her, and he never could be.

but he could be better.

so he leaves. he goes and gets his soul back. he fights tooth and nail to get it, almost dying several times in the process. because he's not being cursed with a soul—he's earning his. he's proving, once and for all, to himself, to angel, to buffy, to everyone, that he is better than what everyone thought he could ever be.

and, just in case anyone had any doubt, he goes back to sunnydale and he does the one thing angel could never do: he gives his life to save the goddamn world. burns up, knowing he's leaving buffy behind, knowing there's no coming back from this. knowing, ultimately, this is the only thing worth doing. he dies, not for buffy, but because it's the right thing to do.

and that pisses angel off, too.

he's like, why the fuck should it be so easy for him? all he has to do is die and now suddenly he's a hero? a champion? angel's spent a thousand years suffering! that has to be worth more! that has to mean he's the better man! because if he's not, if spike can be weighed against angel and find a balanced scale, then he suffered for nothing! and spike barely suffered at all! (factually untrue, but angel doesn't exactly see clearly when it comes to his protege) so, no. he does not keep his cool when it turns out spike is eligible for the shanshu prophecy just as much as angel

and the reason for all of angel's dumbfuck behavior is made all too clear when he tries to convince spike not to claim the shanshu prophecy for himself: "it's a burden. a cross. you have to live."

diagnosis: terminal catholicism

angel is catholic and spike is not and that's why all of this happened the way it did.

p.s. also: SPIKE WITH A SOUL WAS NOT A DIFFERENT MAN THAN THE SPIKE WITHOUT A SOUL WHO LEARNED TO BE GOOD. he put the fucking work in, he just needed it to be official. like a high school diploma. "went through hell and here's the proof."

p.p.s. also: the initial angelus getting mad was because angelus totally wanted to fuck spike, took him on a date, and spike bailed to hang out with dru, so angelus had revenge sex with dru. canon.

#btvs #angel the series #spike btvs #angel btvs #spuffy #spangel

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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The Widow - Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: "Family Don't End with Blood," takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her, is what happens when she falls in love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader (past) | Dean Winchester x F!Reader (eventual)

Warnings: fluff, first date, kissing, angst, tears, language

Words: 3,236

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The leaves are starting to change colour now, you notice as you walk through the park on your way to have lunch with Dean. The year has seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye, and it surprises you to think it’s been so long since Sam died. Christmas, Sam’s birthday and your wedding anniversary were tough days, but you got through them. The next big hurdle will be the anniversary of his death, but you’ll handle that as you’d handled everything so far, taking it a day at a time – or hour at a time, if you needed to.

Thursday has quickly become your favourite day. Dean insisted on these weekly lunches to check in and keep an eye on you. At first, you hated them, assuming he felt some kind of obligation to look after you, or because he didn’t think you could look after yourself. When the grief had lessened and you began to feel more like yourself again, you realised how wrong you were.

Yeah, he asked how you were doing and if you were taking care of yourself, but then the conversation would quickly become about work and how your week had been, and he had a genuine interest in you and your life. Whenever you smiled, his face would light up like a Christmas tree, and when you laughed (particularly if he’d been the one to make you do it), he would grin so wide you feared his cheeks would hurt.

In turn, you became somewhat of a confidante for Dean too. He’d opened up to you about his plans for the family business when John finally decided to hang his coveralls up. He wanted to expand and open another shop across town. He wanted to take in troubled kids and train them on how to be mechanics. He has such a big heart, and it didn’t surprise you that he wants to save kids from taking the wrong path. What was more of a shock, was Dean asking you to help him make it happen. Before you’d even opened your mouth to protest, he cut you off with a firm voice: “I know what you’re going to say, and it’s bull. You’re a part of this family, Y/N. Maybe not by blood, but you are a Winchester. Besides, family don’t end with blood, or even a name, sweetheart.”

It was then you knew the weekly lunches weren’t just to look after “Sammy’s girl” and Dean genuinely did care for you and considered you his family. It was humbling, and it helped you to heal because you’d been worried John and Dean would lose patience with you and eventually stop checking in or inviting you to Sunday dinner. The fact that Dean asked you to join the family business to oversee the expansion, even though you’d yet to give him an answer, meant the world to you.

The Impala is already in the car park when you arrive at the Roadhouse and as you pass her, you ghost your fingers over her hood in a wordless greeting before heading into the restaurant. Walking into the building, you smirk as you see Jo twirling her hair around her fingers and giggling at Dean who has a patient smile on his face, but his bouncing knee gives away how uncomfortable he is with the unwanted flirtation.

“Hey, Jo!” You smile at the blonde, and see Dean’s shoulders drop as he visibly exhales at your timely arrival. “How are you?”

“Good, thanks! Can I get you your usual drink?” The waitress asks.

“Please,” you answer as you slide into the seat across from Dean.

“Oh, and Gordon’s special today is chicken parm,” Jo grins at you, knowing it’s your favourite.

“You know me too well!” You laugh.

“Dean?” The blonde bats her lashes at him.

“A bacon cheeseburger with extra fries. She always steals mine,” he points at you with a smirk and you chuckle softly.

“Alright, I’ll go get those drinks and put your order through. If you need anything else, just shout,” with one last flip of her hair, Jo sashays away with an exaggerated sway of her hips.

“Are you ever going to tell her you’re not interested?” You smirk at Dean as he scratches the back of his neck.

“What? She’s not interested in me,” Dean protests and you laugh loudly.

“Oh, come on! It is so obvious she’s into you! And here I thought you were Lawrence’s answer to Casanova!” you cackle.

“Yeah, well… people change,” Dean defends weakly. “I haven’t done any of that since the night Sam died, you know that.”

“Still?” You try so hard not to show your shock, but according to Dean’s bitch face, you fail miserably. “I’m sorry, that was rude. And absolutely none of my business,” you backtrack, and relax as you see Dean’s jaw unclench and his shoulders lower.

“It’s just…” he trails off and takes a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just… the last time I went home with someone from a bar, my brother was killed.”

“I get it, Dean. You don’t need to explain to me,” you smile softly, and the conversation dies away as Jo sets down your drinks.

“So, what about you?” Dean asks almost shyly once Jo has left again.

“What about me?” You frown, before taking a sip of your beverage.

“The guy from work that keeps flirting with you. Have you asked him out yet?”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not flirting with me, he knows that I lost my husband and he's just being friendly…”

“Ha!” Dean scoffs, “friendly my ass! He wants to see your ass, if you know what I mean!” He pumps his eyebrows lewdly at you.

“Second,” you say ignoring him completely, “even if he was flirting with me, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet.”

“Who said anything about a relationship? I said ask the guy out,” Dean says softly. “Dress up, have a night out on the town, have a little fun. No one’s saying you need to marry the guy.”

“I just don’t think it’s the right time. And I don’t even know if it’s something I want again,” you admit.

“What? Y/N, come on sweetheart. You can’t seriously think you’re never gonna fall in love again, do you?” Dean doesn’t even glance at Jo as she puts his plate in front of him, he just stares at you in disbelief.

“All I know right now is that I’m still in love with Sam,” you shrug and twirl spaghetti around your fork.

“And you always will be. Whether we’re talking next week, next year, or next decade, you will always love him. But it doesn’t mean you won’t fall in love with someone else at some point. Look, I’m not trying to force you into anything you don’t wanna do, alright? I just thought it might be nice for you to be wined and dined by someone other than me for a change!” He winked at you and bit into his burger, humming in approval at the taste.

“Oh, so you’re fed up with me, is that it?” You smirk. “Trying to palm me off, make me someone else’s problem?”

“Never,” Dean reassures you, even though he knows you’re messing with him. “I just don’t want to be sitting here with you in ten years and you regret not taking a second chance at love, a family… a happy life. You have a big and pure heart, and it holds too much love for you not to share it.”

You smile at his compliment and ponder over what Dean said, both of you falling silent and enjoying your meal.

Dean’s words had no real effect on you until a few weeks later when you went for birthday drinks for someone in the office. That’s when you noticed that Jacob was indeed flirting with you.

You don’t know if it was flattery or the wine or even the two tequila shots you’d had when you first got to the bar, but here you are a week later, on a date you aren’t completely convinced you want to be on with the first guy who’s shown you that kind of attention since Sam.

Jacob is a nice guy. He’s handsome, charming, caring, and funny. He’s doing all the right things; things Sam would’ve done on a date like holding doors open for you, and pulling your chair out for you at the restaurant. He even stood from the table when you went to the restroom.

He’s made you laugh and listened intently to what you said, and his subtle flirtations have made you feel like a woman again. You’ve felt desirable and pretty and it’s felt so good to feel those things again. You feel good.

He’s even been considerate enough to ask a few times how you’re holding up with this being your first date since Sam had died. He hasn’t put a foot wrong, and you know this is what most people would call the perfect date with the perfect guy, but something’s missing and you can’t quite figure out what.

And that’s what’s led you to be standing with him at your front door. You know for sure you aren’t going to invite him into your home, but you also felt like you needed the extra time to try and figure out exactly how you feel about him. You’re both running out of reasons to stay out in the chill of the night, and you know figuring out what’s going on will need to wait.

“I had a nice time, Jacob,” you smile as you play with the keys in your hand. “Thank you for being so kind and patient with me.”

“I think it’s me who should be thanking you for letting me take you out tonight. I can’t imagine how difficult this must’ve been for you,” Jacob smiles softly and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he takes a step closer. “I know this might be too soon, but I have to ask. Can I kiss you?”

You stare at him for a moment, not sure what to say. A million things are running through your mind all at once, and it’s hard to pick out just one to focus on. Suddenly, your mind clears and all you can think about is how much fun you’ve had tonight. And it’s just a kiss, right? And with a handsome man no less. So, you nod your head, making Jacob smile wide, showing perfect teeth before quickly swiping his tongue over his lips and leaning towards you.

He’s respectful, only gently placing his hands on your waist as his lips touch yours and it’s… different. It’s not awful by any means, just strange. His lips are a little dry and chapped, despite his efforts to soften them with his tongue, and his hands seem to be too hesitant on your hips. When his tongue swipes at your lips, you open your mouth inviting him in. Almost immediately, your eyes fly open and you realise you feel absolutely nothing, and that maybe you’re not ready for this after all.

Or maybe, you panic, whatever part of you that can love had left when Sam did.

You pull away and try to remain calm. The last thing you need is to freak the guy out, or freak yourself out even more. It’s been months since you last had a panic attack and now is not the time or place.

“I should go,” you manage to smile at him. “It’s late and cold, but I really did have a lovely night.” You have no idea how you say it without your voice shaking or tears filling your eyes, but you do and you’ll take that small victory right now.

“Me too. Maybe we could do this again soon?” He asks and your heart twists at the hopefulness in his voice, and you can’t bring yourself to tell him it isn’t a good idea.

“Maybe,” you smile. “Goodnight.” You turn and quickly unlock the door, smiling at him one last time as you turn to close it behind you.

Flicking the lights on, you make your way to the kitchen, open the fridge and pull a bottle of cold water out. Ripping the plastic cap off you take a few large gulps, hoping the coolness will help calm down your racing heart.

You use the breathing techniques all those meditation classes taught you, but still, you feel your heart try to thump its way out of your chest. Quickly, you grab your keys and subtly look out of the window to check Jacob’s car is gone.

Seeing the road empty, you leave the house making sure the door is locked behind you, and get in your car with only one destination in mind.

Dean.

“Wow! Don’t you look beautiful,” Dean grins as he opens the door, but it soon fades and he clenches his jaw in anger as the tears finally spill from your eyes. “What did he do? I’ll kill him!” He fumes and you shake your head and push him back into the house, following behind him.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on, sweetheart, or do I have to hunt the bastard down?” Dean asks once your tears have stopped, taking a seat on his couch and tapping the space next to him for you to join him.

“It wasn’t him… well it was, but it’s not what you think,” you say quickly as he shoots up from the couch and grabs his car keys. “Dean, please, just listen.”

“Alright,” he relents and sits on the edge of the sofa once more, his knee starting to bounce.

“The date was fine, he was the perfect gentleman,” you begin, and Dean frowns at you.

“I don’t understand. Then why are you crying?” he asks, and you laugh when you realise just how ridiculous this all is.

“I don’t know! I shouldn’t be! He’s handsome, and funny, and kind! You know he asked me if I was doing okay several times because he knew it was my first date since Sam? He did everything right. It was the perfect date.”

“You’re not making any sense, Y/N. If it was so perfect, why are you so upset?”

“Because he kissed me!” you yell frustrated. “He kissed me and it should’ve felt right, I should’ve felt something, but it just felt… I just felt numb,” you finally admit. “What if I’m broken? What if I was only ever meant to be with Sam?”

“Y/N…” Dean trails off, and you know he’s trying to think of something that will comfort you.

“I should’ve felt something, right? Like even if it was like a flutter in my stomach or my heart hammering, right? Or even just disinterest,” you don’t know if you’re asking or begging at this point.

“You really felt nothing?” Dean’s tone is sincere, holding none of the judgement you thought it would.

“Not a single thing,” you confirm and he raises his eyebrows as he thinks over what you’ve told him. “I’m broken, aren’t I?”

“No, sweetheart, you’re not broken. If it’s not there, it’s not there. Perfect date or not, you can’t force yourself to feel what you don’t feel,” he consoles you, and deep down you know he’s right.

“But how do I know for sure?” It slips out before you can stop it, “what if the same thing happens on the next date? And the next one, and the one after that.”

“Hey,” Dean stands up from the sofa and takes your hands in his. “Look at me. That’s my girl,” he whispers when you look up at him. “That won’t happen. The only reason it happened tonight is that, although Jacob may be perfect, he’s not perfect for you, alright?”

You know what he’s saying is right, and as his words sink in, you feel foolish that you drove across town at eleven on a Friday night to freak out over a meaningless kiss. Huffing a defeated sigh and standing up, you grab your keys to leave.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for barging in so late with more drama. I’ll let you get back to your night,” you smile flatly and turn to the door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” Dean says as he gently grabs your wrist to stop you from leaving.

“It’s fine, Dean. I’m fine. I just want to go home,” you shrug him off.

“And do what? Sit there alone and overthink this?”

“Overthink it? Dean, it was a kiss with a guy I’m clearly not attracted to. You said so yourself,” you argue.

“It’s not about the kiss though, is it? Not really. It’s about more than that. It’s about you thinking your ability to love died with Sam.”

“Dean, don’t–” you insist, not wanting to hear it, but he’s quick to cut you off.

“Don’t what, Y/N? Don’t tell you the truth? Don’t try to make you see there’s nothing wrong with you. That you’re perfect, and Jacob just isn’t worthy of having you. That you’re beautiful and smart, and one day you will find the person who’s right for you.”

“Dean…” you say, but you don’t know how to follow it up, and so you shut up and stare at the floor.

“Do you trust me?” he questions.

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation from you and when you tear your eyes from the floor to look at him, you see him smile softly at your admission.

“Okay. Right or wrong, good or bad, promise me we’ll talk about this,” he pleads with you.

“Talk about what?” you frown.

“What I’m about to do. Please Y/N, promise me,” he begs once more.

“Alright, I promise.”

Dean steps closer to you and cups your cheeks in his large, calloused hands before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. His lips are surprisingly soft, and the scent of everything that’s just Dean surrounds you and dazes you.

And then you feel it.

The butterflies that swarm in your stomach; the haze that descends over you, cutting off all thought except for him and his lips on yours. Without warning, a whine escapes your throat and you open your mouth to encourage Dean to really kiss you, moaning when he does.

It’s good. And you feel like you did all those years ago when Sam kissed you for the first time. Lifting your arms, you circle them around Dean’s shoulders and pull him flush with your body and deepen the kiss.

His hands ghost down your back and snake around your waist. The kiss begins to soften and when his lips part from yours, he chuckles as you chase after them with your own.

“Not broken?” he asks, resting his forehead on yours.

“Definitely not broken,” you respond breathlessly.

“Told you,” Dean chuckles and presses his lips to yours again, much softer and more innocent this time. You aren’t sure who makes the move, but before you fully comprehend what’s going on, your lips are on his again and you’re pushing the flannel from his shoulders. Dean picks you up and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist and carries you to the bedroom.

Next Chapter>>

@deans-spinster-witch @muchamusedaboutnothing @kazsrm67 @twinkleinadiamondsky @waters-2567 @leigh70 @waynes-multiverse @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @chriszgirl92 @stoneyggirl2 @marilynnlew @ilovedean-spn2 @deans-baby-momma @acitygrownwillow @xxsovereignsarayaxx @frozenhuntress67 @lacilou @rach5ive

#the widow #dean winchester x reader #au dean winchester x reader #ansgt #fluff #tw: grief #tw: grieving

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buckttommy · 2 months

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I hope ABC continues to let Ryan do press because he is the most insightful and articulate cast member. I'm always blown away by his comments

i just. oh my god, okay. let me try to, like, wrangle my thoughts together. sorry. you did not ask for Anything i'm about to say (i agree with you, btw) but i'm in my feelings so here we go because, like. like.

he is. so beautiful to me. so thoughtful, so insightful, so, like. you know how we say that, like, when we're contemplating our blorbos, we're rotating them in our heads like a rotisserie chicken? that's what hedoes. you can so clearly see that he takes so much time, and attention, and care with eddie diaz, and who he is, and how he thinks, and it makes me so, like. i am literally tearing up (again!) as i type this. because he is so emotional, and so full of depth and awareness and gentleness. eddie diaz is who he is, in so many more ways than we realize, because of who ryan is. and i just love to read his words and hear him talk and listen to him probe the depths of this character that we ALL (him included) love so much. it's so, like. i remember years ago, we'd laugh because his Hypermasculine social media persona was so incongruent to who/how eddie is, we were like "how the fuck does this guy make that guy happen?" but overtime, he's allowed us the honor of seeing more and more of himself, and he's just. he's so soft, and he's so genuine, and so sincere and i can so, so fucking clearly see how ryan makes eddie work. he's precise in his thinking and curious and hungry to make the things that don't make sense, make sense, and i'm just so. i'm so fucking grateful for this opportunity to peak inside his head, and hear his thoughts, and really, like, bask in the love and care he has for this character that means so much to me.

seven seasons in, it would make sense for him to have so many conflicting or negative thoughts about this character and the choices he makes. i've seen it happen before where actors become... encumbered by their characters' existences rather than remaining in the joy of keeping them "alive." but ryan loves eddie as much now as he did the day he was created, if not more. and as someone who loves eddie, and as someone whose healing journey has (in part) been shaped by and tied to eddie's, it's very... i don't want to say healing... but, like, comforting to know that this character - this character who is so much ME in so many different ways - is treated with such great love and respect. like. god. i can't even describe how many of my favorite characters have been shafted by the writers and/or the showrunners, leading to an absolute apathy in the actors themselves. but this is the first time where a favorite character of mine has been Treasured by all people responsible for their existence and i'm just. so grateful. to everyone, but to ryan especially because he's the one who brings him to life. i'm just. yeah. yeah. no parasocialism but i just want to reach through the screen and thank him and maybe get tears and snot all over his clean shirt because what the hell, he made me cry, dammit!!!!

#ryan #god. i'm just #fuck. i love him so much #um. anyways. yes. i hope they continue to let him do promo because this article was such a fucking gift #jack answers mail

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hypnotisedfireflies · 13 days

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looking back at spite and the Rough Era™ of tess and joel's partnership, what do you think were the genuine root causes of the angst and tension between them? and if you had to pick, what did each of them want in that whole mess but couldn't ask for of the other?

This is a hard question, I guess because I don't really view the story critically, I just kind of feel my way through. That's how it makes sense to me. So I'm feeling my way through this answer too, lol. I hope it makes sense and answers your question properly!

The Rough Era™ in Driftersverse really covers two periods, which are the Indy years (which is in Dawn but covered in better detail in Spite) and the Boston years, which are briefly in Dawn, Cassius blue and will be covered more in a future fic. In each period, they essentially faced the same set of issues that led to some estrangement from one another.

The Indy years were worse because it was earlier in their partnership and they were still finding their way as survivors, and what they were capable of. But the resolution of Spite set them up to be able to survive what would later come in Boston, if that makes sense. By Boston, there really wasn't anything they could do to one another that would threaten their partnership at all. They'd survived it before. They were set by this point, and understood one another on every level. Without the Indy years they wouldn't have survived Boston. (Plus also, Tess was different by Boston - she had moved forward, while Joel was still wallowing in the past). The dynamic was strong but it was different.

With that out the way ...

The root causes of angst and tension were probably the stationary aspect of their situation. They were relatively secure and didn't have to worry about food or shelter, and it gave them all this time to really turn on themselves. They had a similar situation in Tennessee but they weren't around other people then, they could just get on with building chicken coops and gathering food, without all the fear and aggression and worst of humanity crowding in around them. When survival wasn't at the absolute forefront of their everyday, there was time to reflect on what they'd lost and how shit everything was and all the terrible things they'd done to make it. (Incidentally, Tess would return to that stationary mode of thinking in Jackson, but Joel doesn't, and that's a Whole Other Thing).

And what did each of them want but couldn't ask of the other? Tess wanted Joel to heal. Joel wanted Tess to give him her whole self.

Thank you for the ask, lovely. xxx

#driftersverse #asks #tlou fanfic #the last of us #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #joel loves tess

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 1 year

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i dont ship stizzy but i cant deny the comedic potential in making their dynamic into something romantic. these two incredibly dramatic gay men hate each other on sight for no fucking reason and are incredibly petty no holds barred. izzy slashed up stede's shirt in a slutty way for no reason. stede called him iggy for no reason. and like this all happens before ed there's no reason for it they just fucking hate each other!!!

so anyway the dynamic here is obviously that they start hate fucking at some point and then fall in love on accident and obviously they're both SO MAD about it (shoutout to this post by @notebooks-and-laptops). but also once they realize their own feelings they also realize it's MUTUAL. minimal angst there imo i dont see angsty pining for stede and izzy sorry. they probably realize because stede stede calls izzy darling in bed one time and izzy moans to it really loud and then suddenly instead of hate fucking it's slow passionate and they're making love and right after that theyre both staring up at the ceiling like. fuck. fuck. i cannot believe im in love with this prick. this is the worst day of my life.

which leads to "i-love-you" chicken where neither of them say it. not because theyre afraid to but bc they don't want to lose. like they dont talk about it but it becomes clear that whoever admits that they genuinely care about the other first loses. lose what? idk their dignity. bragging rights. cannot stress enough how much this happens without them verbally communicating abt it they just KNOW and they know that the other one knows and they’re both trying so hard not to say it but also trying to get the other one to say it first

so they try to aggressively woo the other one with like over-the-top romantic gestures (gifts and acts of service or whatever idk i dont care enough abt this ship to think of examples). and whenever like stede is trying to woo izzy all he gets is izzy being like “fuck off bonnet” and a huge prick and vice versa for when izzy tries to woo stede (idk what either of them do to woo each other and i don’t care enough abt this ship to think of anything sorry). and the crew is like “i thought stede and izzy were past this silly squabbling”

and idk maybe this is steddyhands in which case the crew is asking ed “doesnt it bother you that theyre at each other’s throats again?” and ed (who’s been having the time of his life watching the two of them have incredibly passionate and romantic but also angry and competitive sex for weeks) is like. oh im sure they’ll work through this little spat in no time.

in my head izzy breaks first when stede gets severely wounded in a raid and while he’s unconscious and healing izzy is like “you piece of shit i love you so much you cant die now” and THAT’S when stede wakes up and is like “HA!!! YOU ADMITTED IT FIRST!!!!! I WIN!!!!!!!!!!” and he rips his stitches from laughing so hard and roach has to sew him up again before he bleeds out

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means gay #steddyhands #stizzy #izzy hands #stede bonnet #stede fucking bonnet #dizzy izzy #og #mine #txt #my fic #this is like the fic i would write if i didn’t dislike izzy so much #he is fun to think about. i have made a lot of posts about him. said a lot of words about him #however. i simply do not like him sorry. he is a fictional character and i laugh when bad things happen to him #because he’s not real. he’s an antagonist. i also laughed when bad things happened to jack and the badmintons yknow #anyway notebooks-and-laptops i hope u don’t mind me tagging u but ur post was so funny and like half the inspiration for this

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muteshortgirl · 11 months

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They Take Care of You

Flirty and sick reader.

Shinobu Kocho- Healing Love

Tender Attention: Shinobu would provide you with her undivided attention, making sure to listen carefully to your needs and concerns. She would approach your sickness with a gentle and compassionate demeanor.

Medical Assistance: Shinobu would assess your symptoms and provide appropriate medical assistance. She might examine you for any visible signs of illness, take your temperature, and ask detailed questions about your condition.

Herbal Remedies: Shinobu's expertise in medicinal herbs would come into play. She would prepare herbal concoctions or teas specifically tailored to alleviate your symptoms and boost your immune system. She might include ingredients known for their healing properties, such as chamomile, ginger, or honey.

Careful Monitoring: Shinobu would keep a close eye on your condition, checking on you regularly to monitor your progress. She would observe changes in your symptoms, note any improvements, or identify potential complications that require immediate attention.

Comfort and Rest: Shinobu would ensure your comfort and encourage you to rest and recover. She would prepare a cozy environment for you, adjusting the room temperature, and making sure you have everything you need within reach.

Nutritious Meals: Recognizing the importance of proper nutrition for a speedy recovery, Shinobu would prepare nourishing meals for you. She would ensure that you receive a balanced diet with foods rich in vitamins, minerals, and immune-boosting properties. Shinobu might also infuse her culinary creations with herbs to aid in your healing process.

Emotional Support: Shinobu would be attentive to your emotional well-being as well. She would offer words of encouragement, provide a sympathetic ear, and engage in light-hearted conversations to lift your spirits. Her warm presence and genuine care would help you feel comforted during your illness.

Patience and Understanding: Shinobu would understand that healing takes time, and she would demonstrate immense patience throughout the process. She would never rush you or pressure you to get better quickly. Instead, she would reassure you that it's okay to take the necessary time to recover fully.

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You lay in bed, feeling unwell. Shinobu Kocho entered the room and immediately noticed your playful smirk, despite your weakened state. She couldn't help but smile, appreciating your spirit even in sickness.

Shinobu approached the bed, her graceful steps accentuated by the sway of her butterfly-patterned haori . She carried a tray with a bowl of comforting chicken soup, a cup of soothing herbal tea, and a plate of meticulously sliced fruits. As she reached the bed, her eyes sparkled with a blend of concern and amusement.

"Well, well, my dear patient," Shinobu said with a hint of amusement in her melodious voice, her gaze meeting your playful one. "I must admit, it's quite charming to see you maintain your spirit even in this state."

You grinned mischievously, your voice weakened but still carrying a flirty tone. "What can I say, Shinobu? Even with a fever, my heart races when I see you. You're the cure I need to get better."

Shinobu blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink as she appreciated your words. She gently placed the tray on the nightstand and sat down beside you. With a tender touch, she brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Your words have an enchanting effect, my butterfly," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "But let's focus on nursing you back to health. Once you're feeling better, I'll be more than happy to entertain your advances."

She reached for the bowl of soup and carefully brought it to your lips. "For now, let's replenish your strength with some nourishment. Flirting can resume when you're back on your feet."

you obliged, savoring the flavors of the soup, occasionally stealing flirtatious glances at Shinobu. "I can't wait to recover," you murmured, your voice filled with playful anticipation. "I'll make it up to you, Shinobu.”

Shinobu chuckled softly "Oh, I have no doubt about that," she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'll hold you to that promise. But for now, rest and let my care work its magic."

Throughout the day, Shinobu continued to attend to your needs, exchanging playful banter and indulging your flirtatious remarks. She refilled your tea, adjusted your pillows, and shared lighthearted anecdotes from her demon-slaying adventures, all the while maintaining a subtle teasing tone.

Despite your illness, you found comfort and enjoyment in Shinobu's presence. Her attentive care and flirty banter made the sickness feel more bearable. It was as if her affectionate gestures and playful responses acted as a tonic, uplifting your spirits and aiding in your recovery.

Mitsuri Kanroji- Warm Healing

Expressing concern: Mitsuri would first express genuine concern for your well-being. She would approach you with a warm smile and gentle words, assuring you that she is there to help you feel better.

Providing comfort: Mitsuri would prioritize creating a comfortable environment for you. She might bring extra pillows, a cozy blanket, and ensure that the room is well-ventilated. She may also light some calming incense or even hum softly to help you relax.

Offering food and fluids: Mitsuri would understand the importance of nutrition and hydration when you're sick. She would prepare light and nourishing meals or soups, taking into consideration any dietary restrictions or preferences you might have. She would encourage you to drink plenty of fluids to stay hydrated.

Monitoring your symptoms: Mitsuri would pay close attention to your symptoms, checking your temperature regularly. She would be attentive to any changes or worsening of your condition, so she can seek medical help if necessary.

Providing gentle care: If you're experiencing discomfort, Mitsuri would provide gentle care to alleviate your symptoms. She might offer to massage your temples if you have a headache or apply a warm compress to soothe any muscle aches. She would be attentive to your needs and adjust her approach based on your preferences.

Offering emotional support: Mitsuri would understand that being sick can be emotionally challenging, so she would provide a listening ear and emotional support. She would sit with you, listen to your concerns, and offer comforting words of encouragement. Her kind and empathetic nature would help uplift your spirits.

Encouraging rest and recovery: Mitsuri would emphasize the importance of rest and encourage you to take the time needed to recover fully. She might read you a book, or engage in light-hearted conversations to distract you from your illness and help you relax.

Ensuring cleanliness and hygiene: Mitsuri would maintain a clean and hygienic environment to prevent the spread of germs. She would regularly sanitize surfaces, wash her hands frequently, and encourage you to do the same. She might even bring you a fresh set of clean clothes or towels to ensure your comfort.

Being patient and understanding: Mitsuri would exhibit great patience and understanding throughout your illness. She would never rush your recovery or pressure you to feel better quickly. Instead, she would be by your side, offering support and reassurance until you're back to full health.

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Mitsuri Kanroji, the kind-hearted and compassionate Hashira, could sense something was off with her beloved Y/n. She entered their room, concern etched on her face as she saw you lying in bed, clearly not feeling well.

"Darling, are you alright?" Mitsuri asked, approaching the bed with gentle steps. She sat down beside them, placing a hand on your forehead to check for any signs of fever. Her touch was soothing, her fingertips cool against your skin.

You mustered a weak smile, your eyes lighting up as they saw Mitsuri's caring expression. Despite your illness, you couldn't help but feel a mischievous playfulness within yourself. "I may be sick, Mitsuri, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate your beauty and love for you even more," you said, your voice soft and filled with affection.

Mitsuri blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that matched her hair. She giggled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and adoration. "Oh, you're such a charmer, my love," she replied, her voice filled with affection. "But right now, we should focus on getting you better. How about I make you some soup? It'll help nourish you and give you the strength to recover."

You pouted playfully, your voice still carrying a teasing tone. "Oh, come on, Mitsuri. Can't I enjoy being sick and still have your undivided attention? Maybe a little bit of cuddling or a gentle massage? I promise it'll make me feel better."

Mitsuri's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your flirtatious request. She blushed deeper, her heart fluttering with a mixture of shyness and desire. She found your playfulness infectious, a welcome distraction from the worry she felt for your well-being.

"Alright, you persuaded me," Mitsuri said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I'll make you some soup, but after that, I'll grant your request. Cuddles and a massage it is. But only if you promise to rest and take care of yourself too."

You grinned, feeling a surge of joy as Mitsuri agreed to your playful proposition. You couldn't help but admire her for being so understanding and caring, even in your playful banter.

As Mitsuri left the room to prepare the soup, you settled back into bed, your playful demeanor momentarily overtaken by a wave of gratitude and love. You were fortunate to have someone as loving and devoted as Mitsuri by your side, even in your moments of weakness.

The anticipation of Mitsuri's return, coupled with the warmth of her affectionate care, made your heart skip a beat. You knew that with her love and attention, Your recovery would be swift, and your bond would grow even stronger in the process.

#kny #demon slayer #reader #y/n #reader insert #Shinobu Kocho #Mitsuri Kanroji #Shinobu Kocho x Reader #Shinobu Kocho x y/n #Mitsuri Kanroji x Reader #Mitsuri Kanroji x y/n #headcanon

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i-like-eyes · 1 year

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Sort of follow up to the previous Sage and Kit comic

Version with my chicken scratch handwriting and further thoughts on both comics below the cut

While I think my own lettering has more of a punch than just typing it out, ultimately what’s important is that people can read the thing and I don’t have the most steady arms.

I really wanted to show off the thumbnails for these:

I mostly posted these because they look silly, but also you might notice a few differences for the longer comic. Mainly that I changed the composition of Starline’s two panels to better contrast his first and last meeting with Eggman, and Surge had a panel dedicated to more about her removed for the sake of pacing.

I’ve been very happy to see how people have reacted to the first comic! There have been so many different takeaways for it, which is exactly what I wanted! And also a lot of variants of "OOOOOO" which is a joy. It’s very much from Sage’s point of view, and trying to capture her mindset was tricky.

I originally had a different direction in mind; in it Sage was more dismissive of Kit, that she thought that she was somehow better than him. But Sage never really questions the nature of her relation to Eggman, and I realized that as an AI designed to serve she would simply see Kit as fulfilling his function. The point of the comic was to just compare and contrast the two, so I left it more open ended as too how exactly she feels about Kit.

This little comic blurb is a sort of amalgamation of two separate ideas for Sage and Kit. Sage’s being that as the only kid in the entirety of the Eggpire she doesn’t really have anyone around her age to hang out with. I never decided on a direction for that one, so I revisited the idea here.

Kit was more complicated; I thought if he was ever to begin the healing process, he'd have to learn that someone else out there genuinely cares about him. That he doesn't exist for someone else, that he doesn't need to fulfill a need, someone can care for you just because. I'd like to explore this with Tails, that long after the events of Overpowered he wonders if they are really okay and goes just to see if they are alive. I felt that Tails' opinion on the whole thing was underdeveloped, due to a much heavier focus on the new kids and challenging the main character's worldview. But it's a shame that Tails, while clearly a kind kid who really wanted the best for Kit and Surge, only gave Kit his attention when Kit was a threat that needed to be taken care of. Their first meeting was really good, it's left up to interpretation if Tails was just lowering Kit's guard or actually complimenting him, or both! (I like to think both) But afterwards they didn't have another aha moment because there was so much stuff going on. This is probably a consequence of having both a lot of things happening at once and also repeating the same story beat of big fight then split up three times over the course of the arc. Tails needs to meet Kit in a context that isn't "let's wait for Sonic to fix it". I think that the brief time they had Kit at the Restoration's place could of been the moment to show Tails reaching out in a calmer context. Ofc Kit probably wouldn't care because his programming kicked in and he was laser-focused on Sonic, but point is I wish we had more of Miles' take on the whole thing. Thankfully Sage could make a better first impression, though like Tails with Sonic she would have to convince Kit she isn't doing this for Eggman.

So many directions to take these guys and so little time....

#sonic the hedgehog #kit the fennec #sage robotnik #tails gets mentioned a lot #myart

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experimentfae · 5 months

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Farmworld Finn X Fem Reader

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You walked around the woods at night looking for shelter since the last place you lived in was scarce with food and housing, so you were forced into traveling for new home.

But you unfortunately didn’t see a dangerous trap which lead to you having a bear trap on you’re leg, the pain made you let out a shriek, you begin to scream for help hoping that anyone heard you.

Finn’s POV:

I was chopping up wood for the fireplace until he heard someone screaming “Help! I need Help I can’t die out here please!” The voice shouted in panic by the voice I knew it was most likely a women.

I immediately ran towards the voice to see a woman that had a bear trap on her left leg “oh my glob I let me help.” I was in shock at the scene “thank you, thank you.” She replied in appreciation.

I carefully got the mysterious woman out of the bear trap “ok not gonna like it, but looks like it might need some stitches.” I stated this made the women look more scared “don’t worry it will be quick.” I assured

Spoiler alert it wasn’t quick and it was somewhat painful.

She had a belt between her teeth to avoid the pain thankfully it was almost over. “Wow that must really hurt.” Spoke my daughter “Bonnie don’t look at it, don’t want you haven’t nightmares like last time.” I told her.

“Ok daddy.” she immediately went away with Jake in her arms, I went going back to the stitching, she continued to push threw the pain, funny I didn’t think she would able to stay awake due to the blood loss. Of course she took me by surprised then I saw I had one more stitch left “and that’s the last one, let’s get you into bed.”

The woman seemed happy to be resting I helped her up walking up the stairs “so what’s your name stranger?” She asked “Finn, you?” “(Y/n).”

(Y/n): pov:

He laid me done on a bed based on the scenery of the room it must have been his, noticed that his bed had a lot of layers, one of them I’m sure one of the sheets was a bear. “Thank you but where will you be sleeping?” I asked “I’ll be sleeping in the shed.” He stated nonchalantly “what on the shed no, I can’t do that I’ll sleep on the shed.” You argued.

“No I insisted besides with your leg, you will need a bed.” He replied couldn’t deny that he was right “Finn? was it?” He nodded his head “why are you doing this?” He seemed surprised to hear that “why wouldn’t I?” “Well most people would have walked past me, I guess I’m saying I really appreciate you for doing this” you thanked him truthfully grateful for his kindness.

“No need to thank me, I refused to have left you there.” He then left “you sure? Sleeping in the shed?” He nodded his head “yeah I’m sure, make sure you get some sleep it’s part of the healing process.” He left and closed the door behind him.

This left you with you’re thoughts, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’s doing this to gain anything but, he seemed very genuine at to be honest something you wouldn’t admit out loud, you found him attractive.

You decided to drift to sleep saving these questions fo

The next day

You due to a knock on you’re door “come in.” You replied, you see Finn walk in with some soup “I figured that some soup would do you some good.” You took the soup smelling how good it was “wow what you put in this?” “I put vegetables and chicken.” You took a spoonful and it was delicious.

“you know how to cook a mean soup, gotta teach me the recipe.” You saw that he seemed to appreciate that “I umm.. thanks” not great with words tho. You continued to eat your soup while he begin to clean up more around the room.

“Remember my daughter Bonnie from earlier.” Took you a bit but you remembered “yeah what of it?” “Well she told the other kids about you so I hope you don’t mind them, visiting you, we don’t get a lot of company so I’m sure they will come up here to bother.” “No, no it’s not bother if anything I haven’t had company in a while myself.” You assured.

Just then the kids burst through the door “she said it was ok, so you like this machine I made?” A little boy with glasses spoke while showing you some gizmo. “Oh I’m wh- “hi it’s me from yesterday this is Jake.” Bonnie showed an old dog “what cute little guy.” you pet Jake and he seemed to enjoy it.

All the kids begin talking at the same time, you couldn’t make out what was going on, until Finn interrupted “kids enough! Give (y/n) a moment.” He demanded the children immediately did as they were told.

Threw the weeks You grew to have feelings for Finn but you don’t think he felt the same. You wanted to ask about his wife but he seemed to brush pass that information anything you asked or brought it up, of course you put the pieces together yourself.

You got to know Finn more and his children as well. You hate to admit it but it saddens you to think that you will have to leave eventually, you started to become attached to the family.

And the day came that your leg was completely healed. “My leg is finally back to normal.” You cheered as Finn helped you take off the bandages. “I’m glad to see you completely healed.” He sounded genuine but when you looked at his face looked like he was forcing himself to be happy, maybe you’re just seeing things even if a part of you wished he maybe felt the same.

“Guess I’ll um- before you go me and the kids wanted to have one last dinner, I’ll cook something special for the occasion he stated with a rare true smile on his face.

“Wow really?” “Yeah.” You felt flattered that he and the kids wanted to spend time with you before you left, made you happy to know that you were not much of a burden as you thought you were “if anything I should doing something for you, you helped me heal.” He chuckled “maybe but you made more lively in here, it hasn’t been like that for along time.”

You smiled “ok but it’s to late to change you’re mind Finn.” You joked earning a chuckle from him “no worry not changing my mind.” He then went outside “gonna be a while gotta go hunt for the special occasion.” You watch as he switch his usual arm amputate with a knife one, then he left closing the door behind him.

“Now that you’re healthy can you help us cut these veggies?” You looked to see Jay with his little brother with the green eyes “of course.” You and the kids quickly finish with the veggies then Jay turned to you “don’t tell my dad this but… I think he likes you.” He stated “well we are friends so that makes sense.” “No I mean I think he likes, likes you, like how he was with my mom.” This surprised you but made you happy.

“Really? Um… what gave you that idea?” Jay then seem to think “first is that fact he practically keeps talking about you. second he goes out of his way to help you with any of you’re needs, for example he found you you’re favorite book, you’re favorite soup and making sure you’re not bored and alone in the room. he doesn’t usually do that for guest even when they were injured.” You never would have guessed now bearing all of that that is true he didn’t need you to do all that but he did it anyway.

“Do you like my dad too?” This question made you red in the face “I well- as if the world gave you a pass Finn came in “Jay I need you to help me skin the deer.” “Yeah dad and thank’s (y/n) for helping with food.” “You’re welcome.” They both which now left you with a revelation Finn liked you back or… maybe Jay misunderstood you didn’t know which one but I guess, you could only know by confessing how you feel.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this.” You muttered to yourself, now you sat now trying not to figure out what to do. After a while Finn and Jay came back with cut up meat and Finn begin to cook “so (y/n) ever had deer before?” Finn asked “oh no what’s it like?” Finn described that it almost the same to beef but it’s more firm and smoother and has more of a rich or earthy taste.

Thankfully it’s seems just like beef it was cooked fast. “Kids dinner is done!” Finn yelled and his kids came down one by one “wow dad venison? It’s rare for you to do it.” Stated Bonnie “well it’s a special day (y/n) is finally healed and I assume back to her journey.” It made you sad hearing that, did he want you to leave?

You took a bite of the venison amazed by the taste “wow it is earthy.” Finn chuckled “yeah, that sucker was hard to catch thankfully we gonna have venison for a while.” You smiled “thank for all this Finn.” “You’re welcome, are planning to leave so soon though, I figured it might be too dangerous out there for you.” You almost smiled, maybe he did want you to stay without saying it.

“Well I’m not sure but- “Daddy can Jake have venison this time?” Bonnie asked “of course.” Finn assured Bonnie have him a small one and Jake gladly ate it. After dinner was done I guess it was time for you to go. “I guess this is goodbye.” You gave all the kids hugs “(y/n) do you really have to go?” Asked neptr you sadly smiled “I’m sorry I have to.” To be honest did you thought but you felt you over stayed you’re welcome.

All the children were upset but finn spoke up “kids can you go upstairs for a bit?” “But why?” Asked Jay “I said go.” Finn demanded the kids listened while Bonnie looked back at me and Finn, he looked to make sure the kids were really gone.

“(Y/n) please don’t go.” Finn pleaded, you smiled “you really want me to stay.” He smiled back “yes I, I know we don’t each other for long but I want you more than just a friend, (Y/n) will you go out with me?” He asked you could read his eyes they looked desperate for a positive answer thankfully you felt the same. “Yes I’ll love to Finn.” You hugged him, he happily retired the hug “I’m so glad you’re staying here, you are staying here right?” “If you want me to.” “Of course I do, I’ll go tell the kids the good news.” He departed going upstairs.

You immediately put your bags down and watched as the kids came running down the stairs all surrounding you in a hug. “I’m so happy you’re staying (y/n).” Spoke Bonnie happily hugging your leg “you smiled I’m really happy too.”

You got into a relationship with Finn you two were taking it slow and the kids love hanging out with you and now being part of the family now you haven’t felt this type of family love in along time, maybe even realizing this is what you have been searching for this whole time.

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OKAY IMPORTANT UPDATE SO Crow convinced me that the more appropriate Type Of A Guy group is Allant, Gwyn, Aldia, Aldrich, Micolash and Shabriri, and it was actually Laurence who I unofficial 7th member because his portrayal and being pair item with Micolash is very speculative even if reasonable. As we in Russia say, пока запишем карандашом. I'd now ask you to write something funny and cringey for new super cool updated cast thanks to that CHICKEN, but this will just come across as me barely concealing my simping -_-" So I'll just ask for YOU to rate The Guys. You need to speak your opinions more, it is always good shit

Noooooo now I have to ramble about characters I hate that, fuck you. I hate rating people lol. But fineeeee:

Number 6 - Micolash lmaoripbozo

Ok ok, that's not actually true... I think my actual number 6 for the time being might be Shabriri. That doesn't mean I hate the guy, but he is simply a fucking dick. Like, so far he's the only one with not a droplet of cohesive motivation, and ending the suffering of everyone seems like a front for his true desire of seeing chaos consume reality. I like myself a seemingly pure evil baddie, but if I have to rate him with all the other dudes, he sorta pales in comparison. Maybe the DLC will expand on his philosophy and what he did before he had the Nomads entombed and decided to set the world ablaze with chaos. He IS very fun though, I will give him that lmao.

At number 5 I'd probably put Allant, though he might be subject to change whenever I get to play Demon's Souls. As was stated a bunch, he is a more depressed Shabriri, which makes him more genuine. His desire to end the suffering of mankind is true, unlike the previous prick, even if his methods of attaining that are fucked beyond compare. And that's the problem with him lol.

He only increased the world's suffering exponentially, because that's arguably what benefits the soul-hungry demons in the long run. He failed the one thing he wanted to do and probably doesn't even see it because he is too blinded by his own suffering and hatred of life. He is the reason his kingdom is run by corrupt officials, that his son gives up on life, and that most of his people have become food for unfeeling abominations. He is a weak leader. There's nothing wrong with being weak, but you are not supposed to drag the world down with you the way he decided to do...

Number 4 was hard to place since I am still not sure what I am rating them for... so far it seems to be the complexity of their motivations/actions and the way they went about them. I guess this spot could go to Micolash in this case. Most of his motivations (if they even are his, and not just those of the School of Mensis as a whole) are context-heavy, which isn't really good in terms of building a compelling case as to why he should be above someone like Allant... still, the amount of cut content centered around him points to him having had a much richer role than what meets the eye, which I believe boost the likelihood that his character is well-defined even in the full game.

(To be honest, even if we know very little of that version of him, I suspect I would have liked him more like that lmao.)

His pursuit of knowledge probably had a concrete goal before it spiraled into what we see in-game. Despite its horrible fuckups, the Healing Church did start out genuinely seeking ways to better humanity, but it distanced from it the more it continued. The Choir, where he and most of Mensis probably originates, already sought to abandon their human roots, and the school he was part of likely did so even more. But they wouldn't seek guidance from the Great Ones, they'd become on par with them.

And to rise above humanity they did unspeakable things... some of them didn't even make any sense. Why stitch together those horrible corpse beasts? Why switch the heads of two animals? Why cram all those human remains into one casket? Not to mention all the people that were kidnapped: half of them were strapped to chairs and the other half turned to stone and merged into the walls. Everything just to try and proceed with a deranged ritual that was only made possible by desecrating an infant and its mother.

And when you finally meet him he is just rambling to himself, all alone and surrounded only by corpse puppets, Edgar and the occasional attendant. He has been stuck between those halls for long enough that his body has been mummified, and doesn't seem to have made any significant progress. He has likely lost his mind, rendering whatever it was that he was seeking worthless. But hey, at least he was closer than anyone to finding out about Kos from outside the Hunter's Nightmare, so I guess we can give him that.

Also his cut dialogue is pretty emotional, and makes me wonder just how different he was before he lost his mind... I ultimately think I have a soft spot for him ahahah

Number 3 is Gwyn, but it was really close with Aldrich on this one, lol. I decided his goals were assuredly less complex/noble, even though his means weren't as grotesque. To be honest, I think he's a pretty maligned character, for good reasons mind you. He effectively screwed over everyone in an attempt to keep the status quo intact, and before that, he took several preventive measures that just made life miserable for people in the long run. All of this paints a rather unflattering picture of Gwyn, and I do not deny this. What I argue against is the reason why he did what he did... to me, Gwyn was genuinely afraid.

Kaathe says Gwyn "trembled at the Dark", he was surely afraid of what darkness and an age of men entailed, especially for his people and family. What he did feels less like something a power-hungry lord who seeks to keep his power intact would do and more like one desperate attempt to delay a force much greater than you. His was a sacrifice in the end, and while his legacy is and will inevitably be cinders in an empty world, what prompted him to do what he did was something understandable, and very human of him ironically enough...

As an aside, I'm actually not super convinced that Gwyn fits neatly into this group of guys either. Honestly, Dark Souls 1 might lack a character that embodies this vibe. Instead, it has several with only bits and pieces of it. I find it more fitting to group him with the likes of Marika and Laurence rather than these other dudes.

Number 2 is Aldrich as you could have probably guessed. He is an awful awful man, but his course of action is probably the most anyone had been doing before the Unkindled woke up to make DS3 happen lol. The world had reached a point of stagnation when nothing new was happening. The dark threatens the light, but then the flame is kindled again, rinse and repeat again and again and again... he was doing SOMETHING different and prompting change, even if it was in a way that could be considered disgusting, unpleasant and evil. The once beautiful Deep had been turned into a seedbed of filth because of the stagnant nature of reality and this seemingly endless cycle, and he alone saw salvation through a different kind of age. The start of a brand new, different thing.

The path was arduous, the means deranged, but he DID want something more than chaos for chaos' sake, unlike Shabriri. He wanted to change things, but not passively like Allant. He did not lose track of his goal the more he accomplished like Micolash did, and he did not wish to uphold the status quo but rather challenge it, unlike Gwyn. But I really, REALLY understand why everyone sees him and recoils in horror or thinks there's nothing more complex behind his actions than a simple hunger for power and flesh.

But you know Miyazaki, he likes to write characters who do some really awful things but still portrays them as courageous and heroic in their madness and skewed ways. I get the same vibe from Aldrich, but that doesn't mean he wasn't intentionally portrayed the way he was to inspire discomfort or hatred in most players ahahah. Both things can be true at the same time, and they are!

Lol number 1's Aldia. He's got everything Aldrich has except for his abhorrent mannerisms and vices. He is someone wholly dedicated to the pursuit of answers, and from what I can tell most of his test subjects were people who accepted his invitations to the keep, which was mostly other madmen with a similar desire to break the boundaries of reality. Of course, it wouldn't be a Soulsborne game without a good dose of war crimes, so he did do things to the giants who ended up as prisoners of war during the two conflicts his brother took part in, but he wasn't making chimeras out of them or wasting them in useless experiments at the very least. Heck, he pretty much turned one into a superior being who seems to be all chill.

All horrors he committed in his mansion were for a singular goal: breaking the curse and finding a way out of a played-out cycle, even by the time of DS2. And while the depths of this obsession show some pretty horrible results, he isn't at all the same as Aldrich, who relished in the suffering of his victims. One can find his experiments horrid, but the man himself not so much. He was simply devoted. So devoted in fact that he destroyed himself to the point he was left with nothing but an endlessly-smouldering body. And despite achieving a form that's arguably outside of the cycle, he still saw it as a failure, because it wasn't what he wanted for humanity.

I've heard him get called a fence-sitter because he promotes inaction, but to arrive at such a conclusion you have to ignore everything that led him to his current state, AND his words to the Bearer of the Curse. If anything, this dude probably did everything one could do in the hopes of changing things, I think he is allowed to feel disillusioned at the end of it all without being described as a fence-sitter. In what way is he one anyhow? Both potential ages suck. Any witless fool can just waltz in and burn themselves or let the flame die. Someone like him would literally have zero reasons to care about either outcome because all his work was meant to lead to something beyond it... but he failed and awaited someone else who would challenge the order of the world and succeed where he couldn't.

At the end of the day, I'm not saying he didn't do anything wrong lol, he still did some pretty weird shit... but I don't think it's insane to say that he is more respectable than basically everyone else on this list by virtue of actually being pretty selflessly motivated and for never losing the plot of why he was doing all those things in the first place.

I still don't know if I did good lmao, but yeah, this is what I think. If you noticed I get more verbose the deeper we go, that was intentional. It's not as if I don't have anything to say about Shabriri (you should know), it's just for the purposes of this "rating". Ultimately they are all prime characters.

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