#<- at least I'm pretty sure this counts as that

[c4tluver02]

after work date

wc: 1.6k

summary: You go into Family Video for a new movie but leave having plans with Steve. <3

warnings: none! sooo flufffyyyy

Walking into Family Video you are immediately greeted by Steve. He’s sporting his green vest and a big smile that shows every time you open the doors. You want to watch Top Gun, unable to see it when it was out in theaters and you were told that the movie just made it to stores. And thankfully you just started dating a boy who happens to give you free movies. Not that you were dating him for the free movies, but of course it didn't hurt. 

“Hey honey!” Steve says, walking around the counter. “Didn’t know you were stopping by.” 

You give him a hug and he presses a kiss to your temple. 

“I wanted to ask if I could borrow Top Gun?” You look really pretty right now and it’s all Steve could think about. 

“Uh- I don’t know if we have anymore, three people have already come in to get a copy.” You can tell by the way he says it he's cursing himself for not magically knowing you’d want to see it. 

“Oh, that's okay I guess I should have known people would want it.” You say, unable to help the pout that comes to your face. 

“I wish you’d told me earlier I would have totally hid a copy for you.” He says matching your frown. 

“I know I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about, let's look just to make sure. Robin put them away so I don't exactly know how many we got.” He grabs your hand so that you’re following him. He hopes they have another copy.

Standing on your tippy toes you try to look at the top shelf with Steve where the movie would seemingly be. But unfortunately you aren't that lucky. 

“‘M sorry baby.” He’s being all too serious about it, it’s just a movie and it will come back but the patients you had to wait for it are wearing thin. 

Just as he says it Robin steps out from the back and Steve decides to ask her. It’s his last idea to get you what you want, and isn't that boyfriend duty #1? 

“Rob, do you know if we have any more Top Gun?” He asks as you stand behind him looking at the movies, you'd at least like to leave with one movie. 

“Why? Did you already promise it to someone?” She says, rolling her eyes. Knowing him he probably did.  “I took a copy and i'm watching it tonight, whoever needs it will have to fight me tooth and nail!”  

Steve lets out a sigh and smiles. You won't have it tonight but at least you’ll have it tomorrow, he’ll take that as a win. But as you poke out behind him Robin lets out a gasp, she didn't see you and the last person who deserves her wrath is you. 

“It’s ok Robin I won't fight you tooth and nail.” You say with the prettiest smile. You aren’t as close with Steve's friends, only just started dating but Robin does like you. She thinks you're good for Steve

Robin lets out a laugh. “But like I said I’ll watch it tonight so if you wanna come back tomorrow it’ll be all yours. Promise.” 

“Okay, yeah I can come back. Thank you.” 

She nods at you and goes to the other side of the store with a cart full of movies. As she does this Steve grabs onto your wrist and pulls you into a corner, one that blocks Robin from seeing you two. 

“Sorry, it’s just that if Robin sees me not working she’ll throw a movie at me.” 

The laugh you let out makes Steve's heart ache. He is so glad you came in today. 

“So tomorrow I get off at 5 so I was thinking you could, maybe, come in around that time and then we could go get something to eat and then watch the movie together?” How he came up with this whole plan between the time Robin said to come back to now surprises you, but also makes your cheeks heat up. 

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You want to kiss him so bad but you’re at that awkward stage that you could count on one hand how many times you've kissed him and it builds pressure. 

“Okay I’m excited.” Steve says happily as he plays with the rings on your fingers. 

“What do you think we do for dinner?” You ask, trying to distract your brain from how close he is to you. His hands are so warm and he smells really good. 

“Oh, good question, maybe pizza?” He’s now looking at you to see how you respond. When your nose scrunches he’s got his answer before you even put it into words. 

“We just had that this weekend.” This weekend you and the kids had a small pool party at Steves and the big meal was pizza. 

“You’re right, I forgot about that. Okay what are you thinking? Did you want to go out?” His thumbs are so soft as they rub against your knuckles. 

“I don't care we could cook something? Maybe spaghetti, I feel like that can be good.” You and Steve haven't cooked anything together, there's so many firsts between you two it makes you giddy. 

“It does sound good, you're right.” That's the second time he's said it but you’re always right. “I am not gonna lie to you though I am not the greatest cook.” He winces a little, hoping it doesn't put a dam on your plans. 

“That’s okay, what can you cook?” 

“Hmm like five things but I make pretty stellar pancakes, at least that's what the kids said.” 

“Perfect, we can have breakfast for dinner then. Do I need to go to the store to get anything for it?” If you were both in the privacy of his home he would dig his face into your neck and let out a groan. How could you change what you wanted just for his sake and then offer to buy him groceries. Your kindness is something Steve wants to absorb. 

“We really don’t have to change it honey. Whatever you want we can make that.” He’ll get back to the groceries later because you buying anything is a whole conversation in itself. 

“It’s really ok Steve, pancakes sound good and if they are so famous I need to know what the hype is about.” You say as you push yourself off the wall you were leaning on to wrap your arms around his neck.  Automatically his hands land on your hips. 

“You’re too good for me.” He lets his hands drag away from your hips to settle in the back pockets of your pants. 

Your small grin turns into a big smile at the action, he’s never done that but you hope he never stops. All this touching he’s doing makes you officially break, leaning against him to press a kiss to his lips. Steve is quick to respond and pushes you further into him. 

When it feels like Steve is starting to fall backwards from your leaning you squeal, breaking the kiss. It must be loud enough for Robin to hear as she's quick to yell.

“Steve, if I go over there I better see your cart fully empty.” It’s quick and snippy, not giving him any room to fight back. 

Steve however, rolls his eyes used to her lectures. 

“I guess I should let you work huh?” 

“I think you should stay here all day with me.” He obviously is joking but man you wish you could. 

“Then nothing would get done.” 

“Then good thing there's two workers here.” It’s said with the same tone you just had. 

“You’ll live wont your Stevie? I'll see you tomorrow!” 

Steve was so busy looking at your kiss-bitten lips he almost missed the new nickname you just gave him. You saying Steve sounded like velvet coming from your lips but, Stevie. Now that was pure sugar, something so sweet he could get a rush from. 

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see if I make it tomorrow.” He’s expecting that same sweetness to travel over but all he gets is a small hit on the arm. 

“Ow!” It didn't hurt at all but he pouted like it did and if his comment didn't make you feel light headed you would think about how adorable he looks all grumpy. 

“Don’t say that! I will see you tomorrow at 5pm sharp.” You say factually, finally leaving this corner you both have been glued to. 

“Yes I will see you tomorrow honey.” He says as he follows your every step. You’re walking towards the door, trying to leave so he can do his job and not get fired. 

“Wait, one more kiss?” 

Smiling you quickly turns on your heels. Your hands cup his jaw and you start giving him a kiss on his nose, cheeks, and finally his lips. 

“Have a good rest of your shift.” It comes out quieter as your face is extremely close to him from the kisses. 

“Thank you honey.” He gives you a peck himself, unable to hold back. “I’ll call you later tonight, okay?” 

He gets off in 3 hours, you’re not sure what more will change from now till then that he’ll have to tell you about but nonetheless you're excited to hear from him. 

“Okay, I'll be waiting.” 

“Bye, see you tomorrow.” Robin says walking up to your two. Not that there was a deep moment going on but whatever moment you were having now over. 

“Bye Stevie, bye Robin!” You say giving them a small wave as you leave. 

Steve watches to make sure you get to your car safely, sighing with big heart eyes as he looks at Robin. 

“Stevie huh?” She jokes. 

Her mocking voice alone pushes him back to reality and he rolls his eyes going back to his cart. He is already thinking of what you’ll talk about on the phone later tonight.

[mallory524]

Hi! I have this idea of reader trying to get Bob to watch a horror movie and him being kind of hesitant because maybe he's scared or horror just isn't his thing idk. But eventually reader convinces him and it ends up being cute and funny.

movie night :)

bob x reader

summary- Bob doesn't really want to watch a scary movie, but he'll do anything if it means spending the evening with you

tags- thunderbolts* spoilers, sort of established relationship, holding hands, kiss, thunder/lightning, Void mention

word count- 1176

notes- yayyy i love getting requests, plz keep sending them in you guys

Bob feels sort of silly about how much this movie is getting to him. It's not really the kind of thing he usually watches, but of course he'd watch anything that you want to watch. Yeah, he almost didn't, but he eventually agreed to this. He will take any and every opportunity to spend some time with you.

The two of you have gone out a bunch of times... or at least, Bob is pretty sure that's what happened. It's not always clear what really counts as "going out", but you've gotten plenty of meals together, seen a few different movies and plays, and Bob almost always tags along when you go to the grocery store. He loves hanging out with you, no matter what you're doing. You have a really comforting presence to him.

This afternoon in particular, it's pouring rain, and it has been all day. The tower isn't filled with that same lovely natural lighting it usually is, but it's still beautiful in a way. You lit a few candles to add to the very important vibe. Bucky is convinced you're going to forget to blow them out and burn the place down.

The group is just taking a lazy day, and everyone's hanging out in their own rooms, except for you and Bob in the living room. You were doing a jigsaw puzzle to pass the time when you suggested watching a scary movie.

Bob was sort of hesitant at first and you practically had to beg him. "Oh come on, please," you had said, trying to pout to look extra sad, but you couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous you knew you looked in that moment.

Bob kept shaking his head and softly laughing, too. "Nuh uh. I really don't do scary movies". He was trying to make it sound less cowardly than it was, but he was definitely worried that the movie would be too much for him.

"Come on, Bob," you said in almost a singsong kind of way, "It's dark and scary and stormy out... It's the perfect time for this kind of thing."

The idea of curling up under a big blanket with you in the dark was definitely enticing, but he still wasn't sure.

"Hey, hey. I'm just messing around," you tell him, smiling and gesturing at the puzzle, "I really don't mind if this isn't your thing. We can keep doing this." You were always so nice to him. You got him to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but you never forced him to do anything if he really didn't want to. You'd always just tell him it was fine with that warm, comforting smile. You could probably convince him to do anything when you looked at him like that, even if you weren't trying to...

"You know what? Sure."

"Yay!!"

Now you're sitting on the couch together and watching some obscure horror movie he'd never ever heard of. You told him it wasn't that scary, and now Bob's wondering what you do consider scary because goodness-

Bob is so on edge, and the conditions outside aren't helping. Since you originally sat down to watch the movie, day has turned into night, and so the only light in the room is coming from the tv screen and the candles. The weather is somehow getting even worse, with huge cracks of lightning lighting up the dark sky every minute or so, and then you both jump at the ensuing thunder every. single. time.

You subtly glance over at Bob. He really is such a sweetheart. The man is bulletproof. You watched him tear Bucky's vibranium arm off and then proceed to turn into a vicious physical manifestation of darkness that engulfed New York City. Now, he's wrapped up in a blanket, grimacing at all the cheesy fake blood and gore on screen. Occasionally, he jumps and sends his popcorn flying up just a little, almost comically.

He's a cool guy and he wasn't kidding: these kinds of movies are really not his thing.

He catches you looking at him, and he turns hesitantly to meet your gaze. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just... I... hope you've had as good a day today as I have, hanging out with you."

Bob practically glows when he hears you say that, but he wants to play it cool. He tries to look back and forth between you and the movie, trying to show you that he cares about this thing you care about.

"Thanks. I really did have a good day. To be honest, I like ... I like doing stuff with you," he says with a shy smile.

Before you can say anything in response to his sweet words, there's another loud sound from the movie, and Bob instinctively reaches for your hand. Neither of you make any move to pull away from the small embrace.

"Hey Bob," you say, playfully smirking at him, "Are you scared?"

It's barely even a question. Of course he is.

"Well I guess it is a little much, I mean I uh- I like the story I guess, and I know it's all fake but it is freaking me out a little..." he starts to ramble, but you gently squeeze his hand and that's enough to pull him back into the moment. He trails off and you lean a little closer.

Looking right into his eyes, you quietly suggest, "Well maybe don't look at the movie anymore."

Bob notices your eyes fall down to his lips, and he knows what you're thinking. He leans just a tiny bit closer and stops so that, if he had somehow misread this, you'd have the opportunity to cut him off right then and there. Of course, he didn't and you don't.

Right as your lips are about to touch, the loud thunder startles you both and you stop short. He expects you to pull away and move on, like how the characters always seem to do in every cliche movie he's ever seen, (not unlike the one you're watching now), but of course that's silly. You just laugh quietly and lean back in to give him a proper kiss.

After that, you lean on Bob's shoulder and, in spite of the awful loud screaming and tense music blaring from the tv, you both fall asleep. You may have missed the last 20 minutes of the movie, but you got what you wanted tonight. You got to play into the fun, creepy vibe of the evening, you got Bob to spend an hour and a half with you, and you got a kiss. Bob's happy, too, because it is now abundantly clear what the nature of your relationship is.

Bucky was right; you absolutely did forget about all those candles you lit. He ends up walking around the tower and blowing them out himself. When he finds you and Bob on the couch, fast asleep in each other's arms, he just smiles to himself, turns the tv off, and goes right to bed.

[4drianaaaa]

"i think i like u"

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: fluff, making out out, suggestive, alcohol wrd count: 1.6k

part 4 | navi

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Hamzah's head replayed that one night three days ago in your apartment. His fingers clicking on the keyboard wasn't helping. Martin's and Ashley's conversation went in one ear and out the other. The way your lips were pink and glossy, your hair a little messy. He licked his lips just thinking about the wet intimate kiss. He sighed as he hated how he didn't make a bigger, bolder move. But again, you guys just met. But how could he be that in love with someone who might not even like him like that. The thought lingered whenever he was with you.

"Hamzah!" Martin called out as he swung his head back. "Dude, we've been calling you for like 10 times already!" Martin looked directly at Hamzah. Almost as if he was sucking the moment you and Hamzah had together. "S-sorry, Just busy email-ing...Um what's uh, what's the problem" Hamzah looked at the computer and back at Martin obnoxiously. Ashley laughed as Martin did so too. "Did you not sleep last night or something?" Ashley chuckled

he did not.

busy awake thinking about you.

"My neighbors were having a party, so no." Hamzah swallowed his embarrassment as he spun his chair back facing the computer again. He rand his hands through his hair hating how glued you were on his mind.

You were met with Rudy and Eddy scratching at your loafers as you giggled, "awhh my boys, It's been forever!" you squealed as you pet the two pups. "I missed your house so much Mandy. Seriously." you placed your purse on the coat hanger as the smell of vanilla and wood hit your face. "Okay, I have a couple outfits planned and since Mexico is very hot I'm guessing, I have a bunch of tanks." Mandy opened the shopping bags on the counter. She had asked you to come along as she was a week from leaving on a bae-cation with Martin to Cancun, Mexico. She had also asked to pet sit and house sit and obviously you could never say no to Mandy.

After 3 hours of Mandy trying on a bunch of outfits, skirts, and dresses, she had already packed a lot of her clothes into her luggage. You were both making dinner sipping on some wine as Love Island was playing in the back.

"Soooo, any boys here caught your interest?" she slightly spun her glass as you immediately thought of Hamzah. That night he came over to your place. The smell of his cologne and the weed making you super horny, You could have fucked that guy right then and there but there was a grudge holding you back. That "Does he even like me back" grudge.

"no.." you said bluntly, taking a swig of your wine as you tried to hide your giant grin.

"Seriously? No one has tried to at least ask you for your number?" Mandy said taken aback. You bit your tongue trying your best not to spill his name out. "Well, I invited this guy to my place and we smoked and what not." You blushed looking down at your drink. "Righttt" she dragged, "And we might have made out afterwards.." you bit your lip as she gasped "y/n! Oh my gosh! Are you guys talking?!" she held her hand over her mouth as you shrugged. "I don't think so..." You shook your head as you remembered that night with Hamzah. "I'm pretty sure he had or has a girlfriend anyways.." you pulled a random lie out of your ass as you avoided any more questions. "Oh girl we gotta go out someday." She poured more wine into her glass as you scoffed, "They gotta fit certain requirements though, not letting anyone get a piece of this!" You winked as you clinked your glass with Mandy as she poured wine into your glass. As you two were finishing the pasta the front door creaked open as you saw Martin and Hamzah walk inside greeting the pets. "Y/n, what a surprise!" Martin walked over to you hugging you and Mandy. You locked eyes with Hamzah as it seemed as if he was getting hot just by looking at you. He looked at your skimpy skirt that was just above your thighs. Was there something that you wore that was ever not sexy? You walked towards him as you hugged him, his hands slithering to your waist, "missed you" You whispered as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, "Alcohol got a hold of ya'?" he questioned as you rolled your eyes and handed him a glass. "Not yet" you opened the wine glass as you poured some into his glass.

Claire and Chase had come over aswell as the six of you spent the rest of the night making drinks and playing games. You felt Hamzah give you swift glances at you all night. Most of you were tipsy as Chase had cleared the gap between you and Hamzah. You looked over at Hamzah as he had that tipsy look on his face. He patted the open space next to him as you scoot over to him. "Came running huh?" he teased as you scoffed, "Just be glad I'm here" you hummed as were leaned against his shoulder as his hand was wrapped around you, playing with his fingers. "You know, I couldn't stop thinking about Wednesday" he said lowly making sure no one heard. He would have had to be at least very tipsy to admit this to you. Which he was. "me neither." a small tint of red foreshadowed on your cheeks. Hamzah felt more bold than ever. He wanted to admit he liked you already as he hoped you'd give the same answer too. In the span of hours all of you guys were together he was defiantly the one who drank the most. "Your stunning you know that right?" he groaned as you smirked, "Stop Hamzah. Your drunk..." you looked over at him as brought your legs on his lap. The same way as you did that night. "Fuck I couldn't stop staring at you on the day of the shoot." He sighed. You felt yourself get hot as you looked over at Hamzah who leaned closer to your ear, placing soft and gentle kisses on your neck and below your ear. "Your everything I ever want" he slurred as you giggled. You cupped his face as you wished you were alone with him. You got up from the couch as you waited for everyone to be 100% distracted as Hamzah followed you outside.

"Hamzah you suck at being discreet" you giggled as you were pinned against the wall next to the front door, "Can't control myself around you y/n." he huffed as his lips wasted no time crashing onto yours. His hands wrapped around your waist as yours were around his neck. His tongue slipped into your mouth tasting every bit of you. The 4 glasses of wine you had tonight. His knee parted your legs as your skirt slid up your thigh. A shiver shot down your spine as you felt the cold breeze in the air. His hand slowly reached down to your leg lifting it up as small grunts echoed from your mouth to his. His grip was harder from hearing your low groans. His hand slowly but carefully moving down to your ass. His hand cupped your ass as you moaned. "Fuck-" he cussed, "Don't start.." he said in between kisses. Suddenly you heard his phone buzz in his front pocket. You felt the vibration through your clothed skirt as you yelped. His lips parted from yours as he reached for his phone.

It was Martin.

"Hello?" Hamzah questioned, "Dude where are you, and have you seen y/n?" Martin questioned through the phone. "She got a call from her manager and she asked for me to come with her...She just got off the phone though." "Hm, alright. Hurry up. We're about to play Uno!" Martin said as Hamzah gulped as he quickly hung up. "Sorry.." Hamzah sighed as he put his phone back into his pocket, You swiped your finger across his lips smearing off the lipstick you had on.

"Where were you guys?" Mandy questioned as if she was worried. "I had got a call and I didn't wanna go out there myself...sorry." you set your phone on silence as she sighed in relief "Oh okay, come one last round and I'll see if Martin can drop you guys off!" She smiled as she dragged you to the couch. You all played one last round and before being dropped off after.

[Next day]

You groaned as your head was ringing from how much you had drank last night. Not to mention you and Hamzah's make out sesh in the front door. Your lips suddenly curled from what you remembered. The way he was so good at kissing and his hand placement. You squealed in excitement as you got up and cleaned your room. As you hoped out of the shower you heard you had got a message. It was Hamzah.

You heard a knock at your door as you opened it and saw Hamzah standing there with two Tim Hortons bags. His hair was messy as his glasses covered his eyebags. You stepped aside letting him in as you giggled. "Thank you but you didn't have too Hamzah." you pouted as handed you an iced coffee. "Oh my- How'd you know!" you jumped up and down as he smirked "I know my ways with the ladies" he teased as you sat beside him, "Promise I'll pay you back" you wrapped your arms around his neck "No, It's on me. You know I'll never make you pay for anything" he cooed. You felt a small warmness on the apple of your cheeks rise as you pecked him on the cheek.

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adri's note: I hate this sm omg...

[melwnst]

Hiiiiiiii! We haven't interacted much but you show up quite a bit on my feed. I have a scenario that I just don't feel like I can do justice for myself, so I'm entrusting it to someone else to help with your writer's block. (And yes I'm reading this directly from the pin/tweet that made me want to see it written)

You know those scenes in romance books where she hits and punches his chest repeatedly in complete agony until it all gets too much for her to bear so she just slumps into him and sobs and he embraces her like she would disappear if he let go?

Dean x reader pretty please <3

────── ⋆⋅☆ GUILT TRIPPER, D.W

⭑.ᐟ Thanks for the request hun- not sure if this is what you had in mind but I was fighting for my life I needed to write angst. He’s such a fucking cunt in this I actually hate him. Pls interact and send requests if u have any<3

word count. 1k

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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You find yourself cursing someone, anyone. Hoping and praying this is just a sick joke. That this isn’t what’s left of it- that this isn’t the final blow. That maybe, it’s just the universe getting back at you, but it’ll come back to normal eventually after it’s taught you a lesson.

It doesn’t.

It probably never will, at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It starts slowly.

It starts with you noticing the looks from across the room at the bar. You see the way she looks at him, but you refuse to acknowledge the way he looks back at her.

Then he stops holding your hand from across the table at that same bar- because she’s there. You know it- deep down, that something’s happening. But you tell yourself that it’s stupid- maybe you’re imagining things. The case is about to be over anyway- and you’ll be on your way, far away from her.

Then- his hand doesn’t lay at the small of your back when you walk into the bar. He doesn’t kiss- look- laugh anymore.

No-he stares. He stares at the same blond, tall, beautiful woman that makes you feel so small, you might shrink to death.

Sam notices it. You know he must’ve told Dean to stop- to pay attention- must’ve cursed at him, because he has you- but you also know it’s no use. When Dean sets his mind to something- someone, he gets it. Because he’s Dean Winchester. Anyone would be crazy to say no to him.

When the case is over- you’re packing your bags, the silence fills the room. It’s so loud- it’s almost scary because all you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat, and Dean’s footsteps.

‘What are you doing?’ He asks, his arms crossed, leaning on the bathroom door.

‘Packing. Why aren’t you?’ You ask, sniffling, because you know exactly why he isn’t.

‘I figured we could use a vacation, maybe stay here a couple more days?’

Then you straighten your back. Your hands go on your waist. And you laugh.

You laugh and turn around to see dean’s confused face looking back at you.

‘We could use a vacation? Seriously? You couldn’t come up with anything else?’ You stare him down, hoping to make him feel the way he’s been making you feel since that first night at the bar although you’re this close to breaking down.

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Dean walks closer to you, but you stop him.

‘Don’t.’

‘What are you doing right now?’ His arms wave in the air, like he’s so innocent he has no idea.

‘What’s her name?’

Dean blinks. He blinks- but he doesn’t answer.

‘I know, Dean. I’m not fucking stupid.’ You confess. His eyes still move-erratically. His breath quickens as if he’s scared he got caught.

The silence fills the room again. But this time it’s a quiet silence. The one that doesn’t sound too harsh in your ears. The one that cuts deep. The one that makes you want to die.

It’s your turn to blink, but you blink tears- not guilt. The tears fall- faster, your heart feels like it’s being ripped out of your chest, and soon enough, he talks again.

‘It was one night. I didn’t mean for it to happen.’ It’s faint. Barely audible like he’s ashamed.

The sigh you let out is enough to break his heart.

His heart that didn’t mind breaking yours. Or that didn’t think it would anyway- because for him- it’d stay a secret, hidden deep inside of him, you’d never find out.

‘Right. So you stuck your tongue in her mouth but you had no control right? You were in her but you weren’t thinking? You expect me to believe that bullshit?’

‘Liste-‘

‘No you listen. You’re a fucking coward. I left my whole life behind so I could do this with you. For you! You begged me, Dean. You told me you wouldn’t do this without me. You guilt tripped me into becoming a hunter. Who does that to a person they’re supposed to love? This whole thing was a damn lie!’ You’re closer to him without realizing it. You choke through the tears he’s letting you shed.

‘It was never a lie!’

Then you hit him.

You hit him, again.

And again.

Until your writs, your fists hurt because he deserves it.

‘Yes it was!’

You hit him because you’re breaking. And because he deserves to be hurt.

He deserves to never be loved by anyone ever again because of what he did to you.

Because of all the promises he swore he’d never break but eventually did.

‘I hate you!’ Your fists pump against his chest, the bruises form, he tries to make you stop but figures there’s no point. He deserves it. Maybe he is a coward. No-he definitely is. So he lets you.

He lets you lash out. He lets you hit him so hard your hands are this close to bleeding.

Then the strength fades out. You can’t hit him anymore. You’re trying, but the hate and pain you feel is enough to make you collapse.

You don’t see it, but Dean cries. He cries for you- for what he did to you. He cries because he hates that he’s put you in this position- this state. So the moment you give out under your feet, dean’s right here to hold you. He finds himself on the floor with you. His chest burns, his heart aches, his arms hold your frame like you’re so fragile you might just die because of him.

He’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. He’s scared you’ll hate him for the rest of his miserable life. But he gets what he deserves right? This is all on him.

The worst part is, he’s not sure he regrets it. The only thing he regrets is that he let you find out. That he wasn’t subtle. That he let you get hurt- not because he cheated, but because he could’ve been more careful. Hidden it better.

You’re not sure you can think anymore.

Your brain is fuzzy, your entire body hurts, you feel like your heart’s not working anymore. Or it might give out soon. It’s unfair.

He promised he’d stick with you.

He promised he could love you more than anyone with a normal life could.

He promised he wouldn’t go anywhere.

His first promise was that he wouldn’t let go. He’d be here- it’d be just you, him and Sam.

He lied.

Dean Winchester is a damn liar.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[jibanyans-chocobar]

"Standing tall and standing strong

I have found where I belong

In the arms of somebody

There is no more need to cry"

[windvexer]

Hi Chicken, i tried your rapid manifestation spell twice and it didn't work for me. i was hoping i could ask some troubleshooting questions? i stuck pretty close to your instructions and i think my goal for the spell was very reasonable. i think the two places where it could have gone wrong is prepping the space and the offering. i didn't do anything special for prep, i just cleaned up the physical space. should i be casting a circle or something? also my offering (not counting the candle) was some incense, maybe i need a nicer offering?

Heloo, sorry this took so long. We're in reference to this, I'm pretty sure.

I wrote you this post.

In retrospect, reading that spell, I can see that it is is very bare-bones. I wrote it scraped of ritual format so someone could implant it inside their own structure.

Unfortunately this means if you do not have your own ritual structure then you might be under-casting the spell.

Prepare your spellcasting space in any way which you desire.

For me this means things like:

Calling helper spirits

Blessing the working space to be attenuated to workings of witchcraft

Raising, finding, or calling power to facilitate an act of magic (compass-laying and related activities)

To me these are not acts of lip service to tradition but vital steps. So in the spell as written, the entire act of raising power and moving into magical headspace is summarized as "prepare your spellcasting space however you want."

Consecrate, evoke, or greet the Eight of Wands in any way which you prefer.

I wrote this to mean that however you personally call forth power into your working space, you should do it; I personally don't think this spell is dependent on treating the card as having a spirit, or if you treat the card as a correspondence, or whatever. However you have to do something to call forth power into your space.

But I think this can come across as saying, "hello, Card!" without any magical action behind those words and moving on.

In my paradigm this step to call forth power from the card might be elaborate and multi-stepped. So maybe I'd have to ply the spirit with offerings, perform tasks for it (maybe it won't appear until the entire deck is pampered), or intuitively work to assist the spirit in arriving (more work with the compass or something).

By the time we get to:

Light the candle. Plainly explain to the candle that its job is to provide fuel to the Eight of Wands.

In my practice at least several magical actions have already occurred (such as those described above), and we've been actively working magic for a few minutes, maybe even 20 or 30 of work depending on how long it's taking to raise energy and attend to the needs of spirits that day.

To answer your question directly, no, I would not think the quality of offering has anything to do with it. I think I would first examine surrounding ritual steps to see if you've undertaken enough magical actions for power/energy/the attention of spirits to have actually arrived to your location.

In retrospect truly none of these things were really described in that spell post so if someone did not already have this structure I think they would not be able to tell it was necessary.

[hunhoonie]

ᦾ END UP HERE ! ୨୧

⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ and when i wake up next to you, i wonder how ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ how did we end up here ? ❜

⭑ in which someone tries to hit on your partner .ᐟ psh x gn!reader #tw: none ¡ ʬʬ word count: 0.8k

when that one econ class' girl approached your table for the nth time that week, you couldn't help but sighed. sunghoon had complained about her before too. it wasn't really such a big deal: you were well aware your boyfriend was attractive, and probably would have to be blind to denied it; but it gets to the point were it was just annoying.

the both of you being quite reserved and introverted didn't do much for your relationship status, at least not for the newcomer strangers who, more often than not, assumed you were only and exclusively friends.

just as she was leaning down on the cafeteria table, her finger wrapping her own hair in the most cliché form a flirt can take, sunghoon cut her off "haeun, i'm pretty sure i already told you i have a girlfriend" his voice was calmed, not trying to insult the girl, yet tired from all the times he had repeated himself.

"you always say that but i've never seen you with her. are you making up excuses? i'm not pretty enough for you, is that it?" she pouted and leaned just a dash more, placing her hand on his forearm. his eyes widen, uncomfortably retractring from her touch, as your eyebrows peaked up, sudden urge filling your chest. now she was definitely crossing the line.

you usually didn't took part in these scenarios, confident enough that sunghoon would handle himself. and for the most part he did just fine, except the cases like this one.

"hey. haeun, right?" your voice came out dry, instantly capting her attention.

she turned in your direction, like it was the first time she registered your existence, as her brows frowned "what do you want?"

your lips quirked up just slightly, the half smile not reaching your eyes "glad you asked. would you be so kind as to leave my boyfriend alone at once?"

she blinked, astonished "wait you are…"

"yes" you interrupted "now would you please leave? i'm afraid you're ruining my lunch right now" it wasn't the norm to be this confrontational, but she had been getting on your nerves for quite some time now.

haeun lips opened, as if she was thinking about something to say, but after a second she dropped it. she looked between the both of you, mumbled a quick 'sorry' and walked away silently.

sunghoon looked at you, amused by the interaction, as you took a bite from your food as if nothing had happened "i may start to just shut up when someone comes up cause that was hot"

you raised an eyebrow, placing your chopsticks back down "you'd better not"

he just laughed "no worries, it's always a pleasure bringing you up"

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a handful of hours later, you were curled up in your couch. the thoughts rambled through your mind, contrasting with the comfort of the silence barely broken by the muffled sounds of the city.

"hoon" you spoke up softly due to your closeness. a quiet hum came instantly as response, his breath colliding with the exposed fraction of your neck.

"do you think was i too harsh on that girl earlier?" your tone hinted your discomfort on the issue.

sunghoon picked up on it inmediatly, lifting his head from the crook of your neck and shifting your positions to face you "why? you think you were?"

you bit your lip, thoughtful "i mean, i don't know. i just didn't intend for it to came out so… hostile, i guess?"

"oh, but you surely are way more aggresive than that" he smirked.

"sunghoon!" you slapped his shoulder, earning a giggle "i'm being for real right now"

"and so am i. did you not just attack me, you menace?" his dramatic words eased your inadverted tension, as a chuckle escaped your lips.

"that's more like it" he grinned at your reaction, wrapping his arms around your frame "and just for the record, i don't think you were to harsh. she didn't want to understand in the first place, so that's on her"

"i guess you are right" you melted into his hold, also surrounding his waist in return.

"obviously? i'm always right" he joked once again, starting a new bickering between the both of you. but it felt right.

because maybe people didn't get your relationship from the outside, but what truly mattered was that you understood it. and even though almost no one got to see you being truly yourself, sunghoon did; and so did you with him.

you didn't needed to prove a thing to anyone, cause what really proved it was the moments like this: just cuddling on your living room, playing with the flour when you suggested to make cookies or trying out the clothes sunghoon bought for you cause it was "exactly the same same outfit you put on that sim you made".

and you wouldn't change it for anything.

@ hunhoonie 2025 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⤿ check out my archive ¡ ⋆

[iscdisc]

I am wondering I know you mentioned you ship jonetello and such. I was wondering what is your opinion on Raph? And what’s your favorite ship with him?

I like 2012 Raph ! I find his character relatable a majority of the time and I wish his anger issues were handled differently / written better- 😭👍

If you're asking me if I ship 2012 Raph and Casey, I don't-! Nothing against people who do, of course ! I just personally don't see it, and I think how their dynamic was handled in the show plays a part in that perspective-! But ultimately I just see those two platonically ! (I apologize if you weren't asking this though-! I just thought maybe you were because you brought up my enjoyment of 2012 Donnie and Casey, so I assumed you might've been wondering if I shipped 2012 Raph and Casey also since I get that question a lot-!)

However, I do ship 2012 RaMona and 2012 Raphril (Fanonly, since my enjoyment of this ship is primarily founded upon April's character being written better / her character being handled very differently-) a lot ! I enjoy his relationship with Y'gthba ("Mona Lisa") a lot + I find 2012 RaMona to be the most tolerable canonical pairing (Though, I will admit I think a big reason for that is because they had the least amount of screentime compared to the other pairings the writers were trying to push, therefore they had the least amount of opportunities to ruin it in my opinion- Lmao), and I enjoy thinking about a relationship between Raph and April because of how similar they are !

2012 April and Raph are both very temperamental, they both have a strong sense of justice, they both have a difficult time expressing themselves / being vulnerable at times, they both aren't the most physically affectionate people (I know April gave Donnie kisses a lot, but that doesn't count to me since the writers were treating this like an "average girl behavior" which I disagree with completely + these were meant in a platonic way apparently since we see her get physically uncomfortable with hugging from Donnie or Casey, so- 💀), they both are very cocky and prideful, they both are very snarky and sarcastic, they both love animals (Raph with Spike / Chompy / and pigeons, and April with Ice Cream Kitty before she got mutated / a lone rat she encountered in, "I, Monster" / technically Dr. Rockwell before he regained his sense of self / etc.), they both have pretty reserved dispositions overall, they both are incredibly skeptical-

I just feel like Raph would have respected April the way that she deserved to be respected (Especially as a fighter, if that's truly what she wanted to pursue-), and April would have helped Raph feel very seen and understood as a individual (Especially with her psychic abilities, given how difficult it is for these two to express themselves, at least in my opinion-). I also think this growth in their relationship would have been substantiated by Raph not liking April right away because she was a human / him just being very distrustful of humans- Even though April turned out to not be entirely human, she's still very human passing (so to speak), so I feel like that wouldn't really matter to him, you know? Lmao

There's also the fact that I think they're very pleasing to the eye together design and color scheme wise ! I'm not sure if this point is as easy to convey though-? I feel like this might just be a me thing, since I feel the exact same way about 2012 Casey and Donnie- 😭👍✨

[fictionadventurer]

Fun Catholic Lord of the Rings trivia for you:

Tolkien had a devotion to St. John the Evangelist (which should not have been surprising, given his name).

Traditionally, the symbol of St. John the Evangelist is an eagle.

There's no indication it's intentional allegory, but it does add a very cool layer to those scenes.

[free-luigi-mangione]

also i'm losing count of exactly how many NYPD officers have been charged for falsifying evidence in different cases, and are getting reported in the last few days

[semi-completely-original]

this is how i envision childe and skirk's time together in the abyss went

[thebitchlapin]

The one time (up to all three times if you also count Noah and/or Sylvester) any of Ally's PCs have had romantic feelings for male characters that relationship was already established before the start of the campaign and I like to think (because it's the funniest interpretation) that that's because for the life of them, Ally cannot figure out how to play someone falling in love with a man

[sysig]

what if you drew the cutest little mettaton. possibly shitty despot king mettaton looking sooo cute on his throne. or adorable shy ghostie mettaton. or literally any mettaton. what then.

Day 9 - Teeny Tiny Tyrant

[townofcadence]

The first time you change, do you even Remember how to be Human? Do you really really believe you can be again, once you've opened a door you can't close?

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

i've heard criticisms about sunbeam x nightheart and i expected to not like them together or not care

but i'm gonna be so real with y'all, they're SO CUTE TOGETHER, i love them, they're so sweet

like yeah, the pacing was a little weird for a second of when they were actually falling in love, but they were SO CUTE TOGETHER even before they were in love and you could actually see them getting closer and warming up to each other

both of them thinking completely separately how they wished the other was there because they felt so comfortable talking to each other when they were both having trouble with their parents/friends/clanmates

i didn't know that nightheart just jumped into joining shadowclan like that, i thought he was going to have a more thorough conversation with sunbeam about it and they have a more classic confession scene but no that little idiot just jumped right in

AND SUNBEAM LATER THINKS ABOUT HOW HIM JUMPING RIGHT INTO THINGS IS SOMETHING SHE FINDS ATTRACTIVE ABOUT HIM IS SO CUTE

like they sprinkle in these little thoughts for both of them thinking how pretty or handsome or attractive or cool they think the other is and appreciating the other's skills and they're just so cuuuuuuuuuute

and the fact that they actually have conversations and communicate about problems and even if they disagree on something or something upsets them they compromise or work it out before it causes a bigger problem, like how nightheart actually TALKED to sunbeam about what berryheart told him instead of just assuming the worst things and ruminating on them and getting irrationally angry or upset about it and ending up causing a big fight or something

and also I FUCKING LOVE FAKE RELATIONSHIPS TURN TO ACTUAL LOVE TROPE LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO