#hes not thinking abt it and he looks so...

[norrisainz33]

dream job || ls18

summary: you are starting the 2025 season in your dream role, as a f1 journalist and end up meeting a certain aston martin driver who sweeps you off your feet

pairing: lance stroll x journalist!nonfamous!reader

fc & warnings: none & some hate comments

requested: yes! thank you for your patience anon!!

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ynuser: grwm for the first day of my dream job! so excited to cover f175 with skysportsf1 today 🤍

p.s thanks to friend3 for letting me borrow my outfit and yourbff for the hair and makeup

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yourbff: thats my best friend!!!! here before you become the most popular journalist in the game

ynuser: an og fan! thank you sm bestie

friend3: outfit looks so good omg 😭

ynuser: thank you 😭😭 i appreciate you so much

friend3: couldn’t let my bestie go out there and not serve tf

friend1: soooo coool!!!!!! [liked by ynuser]

skysportsf1: can't wait to see you there!

ynuser: looking forward to it admin 🫶🏻

friend2: i will be watching the red carpet to try and get a glimpse of you bb

ynuser: if you see me please take a picture 😫

yoursibling: don't blow up and pretend you don't know us no more pls

ynuser: how could i ever?!

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yourbff: im trying so hard not to fangirl but is that OLLIE AND ESTIE?! AND LANCE

ynuser: yes!! it is!!!!!! not fangirling was incredibly hard. you'll also NEVER guess what happened

yourbff: screaming already - what happened?!

ynuser: after we stopped recording lance told me that he really liked the questions i asked and that he hopes to see me with the media at the races

yourbff: SHUT UP! GIRL

ynuser: and then ofc i forgot how to be normal and told him that he hasnt seen the last of me and then he said and i quote 'i hope thats true.' and then left

yourbff: if i didnt know any better id say he was flirting?

ynuser: literally no way he was just being nice

yourbff: its ok bestie ill be delulu enough for the both of us

friend3: ollie bearman the man that you areeeeeee

ynuser: he was so goofy silly im such a fan

user1: fire content this is going to do numbers on f1twt

friend1: OMGOGMOGMMfgajfgg

ynuser: same

friend2: I SAW YOUR INTERVIEW WITH LANCE!!!!!! AND LANDO??!!?@?@?@?@??@? A N D THE LEWIS HAMILTON????

ynuser: ahhhh you saw them?!?!

friend2: yes!!! you're all over socials for making lance and lando giggle

ynuser: that would explain all the new followers hahaha but seriously all of the drivers were so kind im so excited for the rest of the season. bahrain can't come soon enough

yourcoworker: never gonna get used to this

ynuser: me neither. definitely going to take time to sink in

user3: loved your interview questions! truly such unique ones and you can tell the drivers really appreciated it!

user33: how the heck did u get this job

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estebanocon: why do you need this information mon ami?

lance_stroll: science! research!

estebanocon: mate

chloestroll: ..... care to share w the class what this means?

lance_stroll: nope :)

chloestroll: you know that’s not gonna fly

lance_stroll: 😔

chloestroll: TELL ME!!!!!!

lance_stroll: fine!!!!!

lance_stroll: skysports got a new interviewer and she asked really good questions and was really pretty and we chatted a little and i can’t stop thinking about her ok. let a man live

chloestroll: 👀 trying to be nonchalant about this

lance_stroll: see this is why i didn’t want to tell you

pierregasly: kika says it was y/n y/l/n! that is if you mean the girl that asked the funny but really good questions

lance_stroll: yes thats her! thanks pierre or should is say thanks kika xxoo

pierregasly: she says you’re welcome but that you’re gonna have to spill the beans abt what is going on here next time we hang out

lance_stroll: deal

flavybarla: 🤨

lance_stroll: ����

fernandoalo_oficial: ask the social media team they'll know

lance_stroll: i'm scared to bc you know they'd make me do like 2 tikoks in return for the info

fernandoalo_oficial: fair

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yourbff: obsessed with the duality of the groutfit from target and the insanely fancy drinks you're drinking in this last slide

ynuser: i felt a bit out of place in the restaurant in my little tj maxx dress but he was so insanely sweet it didn’t matter

yourbff: i’m sure you looked stunning bestie. PLEASE spill the beans about your DATE

ynuser: if you had told me it was a dream i would have believed you! like we’ve been texting for a couple weeks but idk i was worried about how it would be in person but talking to him was so easy it felt like we had know each other for forever

yourbff: 🥹🥹🥹 obsessed. are you going to see him again?

ynuser: he did ask me if we could go out again 😭

yourbff: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS I STAN THIS SO HARD

user33: man didnt know being a journalist meant you could afford 5 star restaurants... must be nice

lance_stroll: thanks for taking a chance on me and coming out tonight

ynuser: thank you for inviting me out! i had a really lovely time getting to know you better

lance_stroll: likewise! i’d really like to keep getting to know you 😅

ynuser: it’s a good thing i feel the same way

friend3: was this the dinner and drinks with you know WHO?!

ynuser: yes and it was incredible 😭

yourcoworker: longest day of my entire life. running from the airport directly to the track is not for the weak

ynuser: no for real. our sleep schedules are going to be crazy but it’s going to be so worth it

user1: looking forward to seeing your interviews!

friend2: what is your life these days... a jet setting super star u have become

ynuser: pleaseeeee i am still just little old me

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user28: you’re really spoiling whoever this is

user18: SOFT LWUXNHEVFOW NG IRNG

user18: sorry let me calm down

chloestroll: looooook it’s my favorite girly

lance_stroll: already trying to steal her from me huh

chloestroll: yes! she’s the sweetest little thing ever 🥹🤍

user19: the miami gp better be good to you this weekend i swear

ynuser: i love loving you

lance_stroll: these past few months have been the best of my life

ynuser: same 😭🤍

user33: did you…… get this girl a birkin?????? gotta be a gold digger im

estebanocon: i’m really happy for you mate

lance_stroll: i appreciate you so much mate. thanks to you and flavy for making her feel so welcome last weekend 🤍

estebanocon: you both are always welcome to visit us when we have time off ❤️

yourbff: who is that cutie

lance_stroll: my girlfriend 😉

yourbff: she was mine first 😔

user21: how will i ever survive knowing you’re off the market

user29: i’m taking bets that this is that journalist from skysports

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ynuser: imola - you were a dream. make sure to catch my interviews from the weekend over on skysportsf1!

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user1: you’ve really bewitched me this season i think you’re my new favorite media person [liked by ynuser]

lance_stroll: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

ynuser: ❤️‍🔥

user18: i’d know that lance stroll hair in slide 3 anywhere

yourbff: LOVEEEEE this pretty girl

ynuser: bestieeeeeeee thank you 😘

user33: the glow up you’ve had is interesting….. wonder where all these nice things have come from….. seems like a certain billionaire..

flavy.barla: obsessed actually

ynuser: and i’m obsessed with you 🥹

skysportsf1: catch y/n recaping the weekend over on our page! [liked by ynuser]

user12: need outfit details stat

friend3: there are so many people here not sure how to act normal

ynuser: just be you bbgirl

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f1gossip: flavy, alex and y/n have all arrived at the monaco grand prix! y/n y/l/n, sky sports correspondent, is rumored to be the girlfriend of lance stroll and has been spending a lot more time in the paddock and with flavy and alex when she’s not reporting.

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user1: god they’re so beautiful

user2: the ultimate trio

user3: i wish i could be part of their friend group

user33: i s2g this girl is just using lance for his $$$

user1: get a life and leave her be

user99: i have noticed that he’s very clearly giving her stuff. like if you look at her posts before they were together she was not dressing like the rest of the wags and now suddenly she is?

user28: this is the happiest i’ve seen lance in like literal years stfu and stop being mean to her

user33: she just wants the influence.. have you seen how much more traction her interviews get now?

user19: being mean isn’t gonna make lance like you user33 like be so for real rn

user18: omg y/n made the wag page this is huge

user20: pleasseeee someone tell me where alex’s dress is from

user11: they’re all literally glowing wow

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lance_stroll: with love from summer break ft my favorite person in the whole world 🤍

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fernandoalo_oficial: looks incredible! hope you two had the best time 💚

lance_stroll: we did! looking forward to seeing you soon mi amigo

user18: looks like the vacation of a life time

ynuser: i love you my handsome man

lance_stroll: i love you gorgeous girl

yourbff: cutie patooties i love you both so much

lance_stroll: we love you so much

ynuser: 🤍🤍

chloestroll: thanks for letting me crash your vacay for a few days

ynuser: seeing you was one of my favorite parts 🤍

lance_stroll: it’s always wonderful spending time with you and scottyjames31

user11: honestly this is my royal family. you two are goals idc what anyone else has to say

user23: i can’t wait to see you back on track

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[trickinabucket]

i aint watch the whole video. i just started watching this and screamed and wanted to cry. just like his dad, the coolest australian most americans will ever know. So I dunno if he says he ever owned a chameleon.

But...he's very ginger abt picking up the chameleon. I can't remember the exact way is the right way to pick them up. but i do know that its incredibly easy to hurt their legs if u pick them up wrong.

This is me going off memory, so I could be wrong, PLEASE look this up before taking me at my word. I think it's that you have to be careful specifically of getting them off branches? You have to let them step on ur fingers bcus i think it can break their weird little mits.

I absolutely believe him abt when he says this is his favorite african animal

One of those situations where, 'you're turning into your father' is the furthest thing from a insult possible.

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hii i rlly like ur writing the drama and how u like draw me into the story with emotions is so GAHHH and i have a request, can u write abt the reader (it can be non mc reader or mc reader) deciding to call rafayel or sylus a cutesy adorable nickname, maybe something like “raffie” for rafayel or “lulu” for sylus? it would be rlly funny since i think rafayel would probably pout about his nickname being something so childish but sylus would be more amused,

i’m fine with you writing about only one of them if u don’t accept multiple characters, if thats the case just choose which one you would think is more fun to write abt with this scenario

thank you!!

thank you so much for your request!!!! this was so much fun to write!!!!

New Nicknames

pairings: sylus x reader , rafayel x reader (can be non!mc or mc doesn't matter) SEPARATE!!

synopses: sylus ignores you so you gift him a new pet name \\ you unknowingly give rafayel a new nickname

word count: 2.1k words (about 1k for each of them!

author's note: this was so much fun to write omg i love silly lil requests like these!

content warning: suggestive endings for both of them but nothing explicit!

You watch Sylus with a close eye, taking in the way he holds the handgun which, quite frankly, looks minuscule in his large, calloused hands. There’s a faint smile on his face before it falls when the cloth in his hand is pushed into the metal of the gun. His brows furrow, the man clearly taking some of his frustrations out on the smudge.

You cock your head to the side, pen dropping onto his desk that he happily let you use. His face relaxes, and so do you, until he hones in on that one spot again. Your brows knit together now, unsure of what has him so riled up.

You usually called him a loving pet name to get his attention.

Honey. Babe. Daddy. Baby. My Dragon.

You know, the usual pet names you have in your rotation. So which one will you use today?

“Honey? What’s wrong?” you ask with a sweet and gentle tone. Your voice falls on deaf ears, though. You frown and narrow your eyes at him. “Babe?”

No response. That’s okay, though! You have a few more left on the list to go through.

“Baby!”

Nothing.

“Sweetie!”

Nada.

“My Dragon, I need help!”

Again, silence.

“Hey, bitch!”

Can he really not hear you?

“Daddy!”

Sylus doesn’t even flinch. You pucker your lips, a glare now overtaking your face.

He always responds to you. One time, when you called him after waking up in the middle of the night, he picked up your call in the middle of a fight. Sylus always answers when you call, so what has him so bothered that he’s essentially ignoring you?

“Sylus,” you deadpan. He doesn’t budge. The brute brings the hand gun up to his face, a look of disgust flashing across his expression, red eyes practically glowing from irritation and anger.

And still: no response.

You lean back in his chair. It creaks and you flinch, knowing that it would surely catch his attention instead of your beckons and calls. It doesn’t, though, and you puff out a breath of amused air. The tip of the pen taps against the wooden desk, filling in the silence. You swipe your tongue over your teeth.

Maybe a change of pace is what your Sylus needs. Should you throw your pen at him? You should write a note on the piece of paper, one that drags him for ignoring you, and chuck it at his pretty face so he can finally pay attention to you.

No…that won’t work. Sylus is clearly more interested in the gun than he is with you.

That’s it! You’ve had enough! Time to grant him a new nickname to add to the roster, one that is sure to make his nostrils flare with embarrassment when you call him it in front of Luke and Kieran.

“Lulu!” your patronizing giggle carries across the room, finally hitting his ears.

Sylus’ head perks up but he doesn’t face you. His expression contorts, looking vine more confused and concerned than before.

“Oh, Lulu, you wound me,” you coo, propping your chin on the heel of your hand, leaning on the desk. “Mmm, I think I prefer Susu to Lulu,” you mumble quite loudly. “Yeah! Susu! That’s your new nickname!”

“Susu?” Sylus breathes out with an entertained chuckle. He angles his face to look at you, one eyebrow perked up on his face. “Is that what you wish to call me, kitten?” You nod and cross your arms over your chest. “Ah, I see.”

Sylus places the gun on the exquisite coffee table, one that is lined with gold, mind you, and relaxes into the couch. He lays his arm on the back of the couch, red eyes fixated on you at his desk. A smirk forms on his lips. He takes his time observing you, loving every micro-expression you throw at him, challenging him to push against his new nickname. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that you have taken over his role as boss with the way you hold yourself at his desk, in his chair. 

“May I ask why the fearless leader of Onychinus wishes to give me a new nickname?” His voice is low, teasing. A smile grows on your face, one that Sylus wishes he can see up close.

“You didn’t answer me the first thousand times I called for you—”

“Thousand?”

“Yes, thousand, keep up, Susu,” you smile with an innocent shrug. Sylus’ chuckle floats across the room, vibrating your body.

The man stands from the couch, his tall stature already towering over you, and he approaches the wooden desk. He slowly circles around it. You swivel in your chair, trying to spin away, but he catches you before you go, bringing you back to him. Sylus leans down, his hand resting on the back of the chair right next to your head.

“You ignored me,” you push the words out of your mouth, leaning back into the chair.

“I’m sorry, my beloved,” Sylus purrs. He reaches for your face, fingertips grazing your cheekbone. “I promise to always listen for your call. Forgive me?”

You think on it for a moment. The two of you both know that you are bound to forgive him, to let him back into your good graces, but you two are also very well aware that you are allowed to milk every second of it, to get Sylus to do whatever it is you want.

“I dunno, Susu,” you hum. Sylus contains his eye roll at the nickname, keeping his gaze on you. You innocently bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence and heartbreak. “You did hurt my feelings…what if I needed help?”

“Help from what, kitten?” he interjects.

“What if I got a paper cut,” you pull the excuse out of your ass, “it would have been all your fault for letting me get hurt.”

The two of you stare at each other. You stare at him with fire in your eyes while he stares at you like you are the most adorable kitten on the planet.

“Ah, I see, I see,” he muses. He pulls away for a quick second and you think you have won, finally, until he snatches you from the chair, tossing you over his shoulder. You gasp and hit his back, barely making a dent as he carries you out of the office.

“What are you doing?!” you squeal, containing your giggles.

“I am going to show a certain kitten just what her…susu can do.”

Rafayel’s head sits between your legs, the back of his neck pressed against your crotch. His eyes are closed while your fingers run through his hair, untangling every knot that he may have. He contently sighs and pushes up into your touch, even going as far as to move his head around to the spots he wants you to scratch and pay attention to.

You love moments like this. Moments where it is just the two of you, where the outside world cannot come in and bother you for the millionth time that day. Rafayel isn’t known to be the most patient of men, or guppies as you and Thomas liked to refer to him as, and the art exhibit the two of you went to that night left him feeling emotionally and physically drained.

There are only so many times that the painter could be asked about the meaning behind a painting or where got his inspiration for a chaotic ocean piece he made.

So here you are, massaging his scalp in the hopes that his headache will go away.

“Hey, cutie,” Rafayel’s voice causes you to look down at him. The moonlight floats through the windows, painting his face the most beautiful shade of blue. You smile at him and press a quick kiss to his forehead, pulling your fingers away from his scalp. “Do you think we can take a bath together tomorrow morning? I have a feeling that I’m going to be sore.”

“You’re going to be sore?” you snort.

“Yes! I did a lot tonight, thank you very much! That wine glass was really heavy and I walked a lot! Like, so many times throughout the exhibition!” Rafayel whines, looking up at you with a pout on his face. You chuckle and roll your eyes, placing your hands on his cheeks, squishing them.

“What about we take a bath right now, hm?” you hum. Rafayel’s face immediately brightens. He jumps from his spot on the ground and takes your hands, dragging you to the large bathroom.

“Great idea, cutie!” he smiles, kicking the door open. “Who knew you could be so smart!”

You laugh and drop his hand, watching as he turns on the tub’s water faucet, running around the bathroom. He grabs a bag of epsom salt and a glass bottle filled with a light pink liquid. He hands them you, which you place on the countertop behind you, and watch as he slips his layers of clothes off of his body.

“Come on! We need to get in before the water goes cold!” Rafayel beams at you.

You nod and smile. He continues to undress, his clothes pooling at his feet before being picked away, scattering across the marble bathroom floor. You, however, remain in your clothes, wanting Rafayel to work just a little bit more for his bath.

You love watching how excited he gets to do the most mundane things with you. Going to an art exhibition where he’s the star? He loves that he gets to have you by his side while soaking in all of the glory from people’s constant praises! You love the small smile on his face while you scratch his head and untangle his hair, knowing just how much he loves to be pampered. Taking a bath? Oh my! He is so overjoyed to lay in the same tub as you and boy can you feel his happiness!

“Are you pranking me right now?” Rafayel asks. He waddles across the bathroom and slips his hands under your shirt, slipping it off of your body with ease. A quiet laugh escapes your lips as he struggles with unbuttoning your pants buttons. Your hands find themselves back on his head while he kneels before you, working on the jammed zipper. “I think I’m going to need a pair of scissors to cut you out of these…”

“Oh, Raffie, I don’t think that’s necessary,” you breathe out, not realizing that a new nickname has just filled in the bathroom’s silence. Rafayel’s hands freeze on your pants. His blueish-pink eyes shoot up to you, a scowl forming. You look down at him, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Did you just call me…Raffie?” he asks in a very much betrayed tone. Your divert your gaze for a brief moment before coming back to his eyes.

“Yes. Yes I did, Raffie,” you double down.

The man gasps. He stands up and grabs your bare shoulders, turning you around, walking you towards the exit. Laughter fills the nighttime scene and your head rolls back onto his shoulder. You dig your heels into the ground and hinder him from completely shutting you out.

“What’s wrong, Raffie? Do you not like it?”

“I am not Raffie! I am honey or baby or cinnamon toast crunch or handsome! Not Raffie! I am not a child!”

You have to fight the smile that forms on your face. It looks like you’re about to cry with the way your lips are turned downwards and the tears that well in your eyes. You slip under his grasp and go deeper inside the bathroom, hands fumbling with your pants. Your shoulders shudder from contained laughter, finally able to get the zipper to fall down, pushing the material down your legs.

“Hey! This bath is for me and me only now!” Rafayel calls from behind you.

Before he can protest any more, you turn around in all of your glory, tossing your hair over your shoulder. Rafayel pauses, stumbling over his words as his eyes glaze over your body. He blabbers, saying something about him not being a gullible guppy, and his hands immediately reach for you but you slap them away. He pouts, looking at you as you giggle.

“How can you laugh at my pain right now?” he crosses his arms over his chest, hip poking out. You shrug and grab the salt and bottle from the counter, pouring in the materials, swirling it around with your hand. Bubbles begin to form on top of the surface and you glance at Rafayel from over your shoulder.

“Does Raffie want to join me? Or will I be soaking alone?”

“Raffie — I mean — fuck, cutie, you made me nervous!” Rafayel whines, stepping into the bathtub, pulling you on top of him in the bath, your giggles and shared kisses bouncing around the room.

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[candiyaa]

"You Call Them 'Handsome'…"

Pairing : Giyu ; Gyomei ; Muichiro ; Rengoku and Upper Moons (1-3) x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING ⁀➴ : None , only sfw !! Slight angst maybe ?

GIYU TOMIOKA

He thinks he misheard at first beacause why on earth would his s/o call him that he thought (COMPLIMENT this cutieeee AGHHHHH)

Will probably ask you to repeat it to make sure he heard right

Instant blush

He freezes and just stare you like ( •̀_•́ )

"I...thank you but..I don't think I'm worthy of-" *slap*

Will think abt it for the rest of the day

Self esteem level up !!

He would shyly smile randomly everytime he remembers it

"Although , I have to say you're really way more beautiful . While I don't think I deserve your compliment I do know how lucky and blessed I am to even be in your presence every day and I-"

Table turned on you , he now NEEDS you to understand that you're the pretty one.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

He pauses.

He can't have misheard you , his senses are more heightened than average and so is his hearing.

Will blush too

Stays quiet for some time , trying to not get overwhelmed by your compliment and looking for the right words.

Gives up , shyly smile and rubs his neck muttering a little thank you

He reaches out and gently holds your hands in his massive ones to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions that threaten to swallow him whole

" I do hear you...although I believe you're the most delectable one to look at , I may not be able to see your features..but I do see your heart and yours is more than beautiful.."

MUICHIRO TOKITO

He stares

Stares again.

Staring contest are we ?

"Huh ?..."

Actually just trying to put your words together and wonder if you're being genuine or not

Skeptical at first

He then looks away trying to hide his blush , giving you a brief glance before muttering a thank you

"Thank..you.."

You later found a note at the entry of your estate saying :

"You're extremely really pretty too...

Your compliment made me happy , can we compliment each other more often..?

Tokito. "

He obviously lingered around your estate making sure you got the note and read it , just to see your reaction.

RENGOKU KYOJURO

He freezes like IM TELLIN' you , his whole body just stiffens up

He also stares.

Stares again , staring intently at that (His eyes are so pretty and vibrant like idk I'd probably run away if he stares at me like that ayoo)

"THANK YOU Y/N ! BUT YOU'RE PRETTIER !"

Blushing too and smiling softly

Keeps that smile through the whole day making the other Hashiras concerned bc..

Your boyfriend taking out the trash - He's smiling

Washing the swords of ALL the fellow demon slayers (decided to do it on his own) which is a tiring task -He's smiling

Mitsuri : Oh! A..are you okay..?

Rengoku : SHE SAID I'M HANDSOME !

Mitsuri : Oh I see..but-

Rengoku : HANDSOME !

Sanemi considered throwing something at him just to check if he’s possessed.

AKAZA

He thinks he misheard so he keeps talking about whatever he was talking about

But then you repeat yourself and he pauses , his eyes widening

"Uh..what did you say..?"

Get really nervous , he's so used to being scolded by Muzan he didn't know compliments were still a thing

Nervous neck scratching

Avoiding eye contact for some time

"Thank you...you're really pretty yourself I don't know what to say.."

DOUMA

Pause.

Smiles. Smiles even more.

Creepy smile !!!

He would never tell you but despite his boisterious and flirty personality he always portrays , it hit him..

You could see a slight twitch in his expression as if hiding his true feelings

The truth being , that single compliment has perhaps made him feel his very first emotion...happiness perhaps ? Genuine happiness ?

"Awww YN-chan I knowww !!! But hearing it from you makes it even more special !! You're quite the cutie as well ! ~"

Pulls you into a hug. A tight one..(TOO TIGHT U CAN'T BREATH AND DIED-)

KOKUSHIBO

NOW MY MANNNNNNNNN AGHHHHH

HE PAUSES AS WELL.

He heard you quite right but doesn't know how to react.

He does not think of himself as handsome. He thinks of himself as a warrior, a blade, a demon. So when you say it so sincerely? He doesn’t know what to do with that information.

He's now tensed , wondering : Do you truly mean it ? Is it some kind of "prank" ?

He shies away trying to act nonchalant and faces away from you readjusting his katana.

"Do not speak such...nonsense. Your comment was...unnecessary.."

He genuinely just leaves for some time saying that :

"I shall take my leave and go for a walk , the atmosphere of the Castle is quite intense these days.."

He just doesn't want you to see him blush

Much later he suddenly reappears handing you a note that says :

" I don't know what I did for you to see me this way but I shall let you know that I feel honored. You are the first..to say such words to me and it made really content. Although I believe that if beauty had a name , it would be yours..

-The one who is, and shall ever be, yours."

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there I went a bit crazy on that one apologies lol I probably had the most fun writing this one 😂 But anywayss hope u guys liked reading it !! I also really do apologize if the way I depicted the characters are not accurate to how y'all would depict them , these headcanons are really proper to me and how I personally thought they'd react !! Apologies for the grammar mistakes again lol I swear I'm doing my best... xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

[beomiracles]

not that same anon but ugh ur so right abt manhandling being gyu coded 😩 buff or not that man likes it rough idc!!!

feelin very fertile thinking ab him using his strength to hold u down when he's overstimulating you fgjfkdjfk he's a little shit and would laugh at how helpless u are squirming under him T_T

hi, so I'm ovulating and like this idea a lot. cw, penetrative sex, overstimulation, slightly dub-con? (idk but better safe than sorry)

definitely definitely pins you down when he overstimulates you, my god you are so right. ⎯ the fresh coat of paint has chipped from your nails due to your persistent scratches to his chest, your ministrations leaving angry red trails across his skin.

"aw, one more", he coos, his voice sickly sweet as the words roll off his tongue. ⎯ "you can take one more." his hands are splayed across your hips, pressing you firm against the mattress as his thick cock rams your sore cunt.

your high pitched whines makes his head spin, his eyes gleaming with delight as he watches you come undone for the nth time that night. "god, you're beautiful", he would pant as he leans down to crash his wet lips against yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth without a second doubt.

"s'enough..." you whimper, your thighs aching from exhausting and your hands trembling as they twist in his dark locks. ⎯ but beomgyu only grins, the wicked smirk that pulls across his lips making your stomach twist.

his breath is warm against your ear, a chuckle building in his chest as he laughs. "but- you look so pretty like this", his fingers brush against your cheek, catching the tears that fell from your eyes. ⎯ no matter how much you squirmed or trashed beneath him, it would never be enough to get you out of his vice-like grip.

a small pout forms on his face as he juts his bottom lip out, a teasing glint to his brown eyes. "one more, please?" he almost whines, but his thumb is already circling your swollen clit as he elicits another strained moan from you.

[sofiadragon]

#me thinks senku enjoys impressing gen#like sure gens the only modern timer so hes the only one who will understand The Reference#but even post-stone war senku still acts this way u feel me#not saying that senku doesnt like impressing other ppl tho bc#well it's not rly abt impressing ppl per se he just likes it when other ppl admire science just like him#he just gets so smug abt it with gen#which makes his science explanations etc feel more personal idk#and so i conclude from the mini compilation ive saved in my gallery that senku particularly enjoys impressing gen#i also have a chronic disease of being delusional yes yes i know

OP's comments everyone. Gen makes out like he is hard to impress, so it's a challenge at first. Man's clothing and all looks so much like a demi flag and Senku's not looking for romance, but this is safe! This is just being impressive and sharing how awesome science is. That's not flirting, right? It's just fun to get a reaction out of this specific person. Remember he's sixteen here and will turn 17 when Gen GIVES HIM AN OBSERVATORY like nerd boy wake up this 19 year old man cares about you too much. They play off each other so well and can work out plans and strategies without any direct communication. Whatever queerplatonic vibe they tuned into by the poker game, it's a strong connection and plenty of time for our ambiguously aro scientist and 'my aesthetic is demi flag' psychology expert to have figured out the other one.

Doesn't even need to be said, they just understand each other.

u don't understand senku wanted gen to understand that it's christmas SO BADLY

like he hung up those light bulbs on the tree and just started dropping hints randomly. like oh, today's perfect actually. i'd say we're right on schedule. nudge nudge wink do u get it gen do u get it

and then it FINALLY clicks to gen that it's christmas so senku pulls this classic tsundere move:

[rafes-slut]

can u write sm abt rafe making reader use a stuffie to keep quiet while theyr doing the deed in her bedroom? pretty please 😋

Silencing You Softly

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Smut, explicit sexual content, use of a stuffed toy for muffling, slight exhibitionism risk (house full of people), dirty talk, teasing, dominance, overstimulation, soft/dom!Rafe undertones, minor choking, possessive behavior, oral (f receiving), aftercare. 18+ ONLY

The house was never quiet. Not once. Not with people constantly around, coming and going — Topper’s laugh echoing through the halls, Sarah’s voice carrying from downstairs, the bass of some speaker vibrating the walls every damn hour of the day. Rafe’s place might’ve been big, but privacy was rare. And somehow, even knowing that, you ended up here — tangled in his sheets, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, gasping his name way too loud for anyone’s comfort.

“Shhh, baby,” Rafe murmured against your throat, breath hot, voice low and dangerous. “You want them to hear you?” His hand clamped over your mouth, but it did nothing to stop the moan that slipped through the cracks of his fingers.

You felt his smirk, that cocky little twitch at the corner of his lips as he pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with mischief. His blonde hair was messy, sticking to his forehead, and he looked feral — like he was thriving on the risk, on the idea of someone hearing the way he had you unraveling under him.

“I can’t help it,” you whimpered, already teetering on the edge again, your body slick with sweat, back arching into him as his hips rolled slow but deep. “Feels so—fuck, Rafe—”

He didn’t stop. Just drove into you harder, the rhythm relentless, each thrust hitting so deep you could barely think straight.

“Yeah?” His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place like you could escape him — like you’d ever want to. “Too much, huh? My needy girl can’t stay quiet for me.”

You shook your head, lips parted, your eyes fluttering shut, but then—

“Uh-uh. Look at me,” he growled, hand trailing up your stomach, palm splaying over your throat just enough to make your breath hitch. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You gonna wake the whole damn house like this?”

A broken moan slipped from your mouth, high-pitched, desperate, and Rafe paused — just for a second — leaning over the side of the bed.

You barely registered what he was doing until he grabbed your favorite stuffed animal — the little plush bunny you always brought with you when you stayed the night. Your face flushed immediately, heart racing.

“Rafe—”

He grinned, teeth catching his bottom lip, eyes glinting with wicked intent. “Told you I’d find a use for this one day.”

Before you could protest, he shoved it gently between your lips, the soft fabric muffling your next moan as he thrust back into you hard, making you cry out around the stuffed toy.

“There we go,” he purred, watching you with possessive satisfaction. “Much better. Quiet for me now, yeah?”

Your hands gripped his arms, nails dragging down his biceps as you nodded, eyes glazed, body burning.

Rafe lost it then, picking up the pace, fucking you deep into the mattress while your muffled moans filled the room, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing despite the loud music downstairs. He watched every reaction, every twitch, every helpless buck of your hips, and he loved it — loved how loud you were for him, how desperate you sounded even with your mouth stuffed full.

“You’re mine,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his chest as he leaned down, kissing your neck, biting at your ear. “No one gets to hear you like this — just me.”

You nodded again, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, and when you came, it hit like a wave — sudden, intense, your whole body shaking. Rafe fucked you through it, whispering filth against your skin, your muffled screams only fueling his need as he chased his own release.

When he finally collapsed on top of you, breathless and flushed, he reached up to pull the stuffed animal from your mouth, tossing it aside with a satisfied smirk.

“You’re so fuckin’ loud, babe,” he muttered, brushing hair from your sweaty face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. “Good thing you’ve got me to keep you in line.”

You couldn’t even speak, your voice hoarse, your limbs jelly, but Rafe didn’t care. He gathered you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, the wild heat of moments ago settling into something quiet, something tender.

“You alright?” he whispered, voice softer now. “Was I too rough?”

You shook your head, resting your cheek against his chest, still trying to catch your breath.

Rafe’s arms tightened around you, fingers trailing lazy circles on your back. “Next time,” he murmured, lips at your temple, “we try it without the house full of people… but I’m keepin’ that stuffie close, just in case.”

[cherrysurf]

bitten lips nagi seishiro x reader

17+ ANYONE YOUNGER DNI! small drabble abt nagi

You tended to gnaw at the remnants of dead skin on your lips, a habit you indulged in frequently. Nagi, however, found it hard to watch as you methodically bit down, peeling away the fragile layers that once clung there. Each rip seemed to echo with an unsettling sound, leaving raw patches in their wake, and he often felt a wave of discomfort wash over him at the sight. It’s not that it bothered him, what bothered him was how you looked, how focused, your eyes trailing off so oblivious, Your lips transformed into a deep ruby red, the vibrant hue highlighting the fresh skin beneath, tender and youthful. Each curve and contour seemed to shimmer with a certain luminescence, a stark contrast to the raw and delicate texture that had once been hidden. It was as if the pain of the past was reimagined as a bold statement, a reminder of the cycle of renewal that would inevitably lead to them being peeled away once more, revealing the layers beneath. Sometimes, when your lip would bleed, he’d find himself staring as you licked it off. Feeling hot, like he was in a sauna, it was weird—something so odd he’d never tell anyone about. Not even you.

“Can you stop picking at your lips? I want to kiss you now,” Nagi huffed in annoyance.

“Just give me a second, Seishiro. I'm almost done,” you replied, rolling your eyes at the white-haired man’s impatience.

“Ugh, let me do it,” he said, giving up on waiting. You paused immediately upon hearing his words.

“Uh, okay?” you agreed, thinking he would use his nails to peel off the dead skin. You sat up straight, closed your eyes, and braced yourself for the discomfort of the peeling.

Instead, you felt a wet tongue slowly coming to soothe the pain of your other already picked-off skin. He was doing it in such a sensual way that made your abdomen tighten, then the teeth of nagi gently ripping off the last bite of skin as his heart raced and something inside him stirred. You froze in shock.

“what? That's how you do it no?” he calmly stated while looking at you straight even if he felt something different he wasn’t going to cave in about those weird thoughts of his.

“Uhm yeah, I guess.” you stuttered out as if the redness on your didn’t give away what you were actually feeling.

bllk taglist: @pinkteethmarks @bakery-anon

[beetlbi]

Somewhere rattling around in my skull is a timestuck/twinstuck au where, instead of the Stan twins getting stuck with younger versions of their brother, they get stuck with younger versions of themselves. I think baby Stan (Lee) would be very angry at mullet Stan for refusing to tell him why Stan was living without Ford, and seemingly had been for a long while. Stan would be annoyed at his younger self and his childlike view of the world (bro he IS a child).

MEANWHILE, baby Ford (Sixer) would be PISSED at adult Ford for the shit he says abt Stan. Sixer has decided that Ford clearly isn’t taking care of his Stan and is revoking his Stan privileges!! Ford at first tries to do something similar to Canon Ford's apprenticeship offer to Dipper (just till Sixer and Lee went home), but Sixer instead goes “hmm no I think you should leave and the Stans and I can hang out in this cool town while you work on getting us back. :)”

Lee thinks Ford is the coolest guy ever (aside from Sixer ofc, he holds the no. 1 spot) and wants to hang out with him very much (Sixer will not let this happen on his watch!! He revoked fords Stan privileges!!). Any time they’re in a room together Sixer is also there. Glaring. Ford has so many mixed feelings abt Lee and he will be examining none of them of his own free will.

Sixer and Stan have a tiny chihuahua trying to protect a Doberman vibe, it’s very cute. Stan can’t look at Sixer for too long without ‘getting dust in his eye’. Sixer is continuing to glare heavily at Ford.

Ford and Stan are having many emotions, which we all know goes very well. Surely nothing will end up boiling to the surface and exploding :).

Anyway yada yada learning to love yourself, forgiveness, family, all the fun stuff.

[c0cksuck3rs4lif3]

ᜊ 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 ᜊ

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

summary: you come across a wishing well on a hunt, not thinking much of it. But what will happen when you accidentally wish for something that you’re not sure you’re ready for with your best friend?

warnings: slight smut, making out, angst if you squint, Dean walking in, mostly fluff I suppose, size kink, again if you squint, this is based off of 4x8! This is more of a sassy!sam fic, sorry abt it

a/n: hello! I usually write on Wattpad, (pls don’t crucify me I am not a child) but I’ve been on Tumblr recently and like the writing on here better! This is my first fanfiction written on here, so bear with me, and please tell me if I’ve made any mistakes! (T^T) This is proofread!

Fuck, this was bad.

Worse than the impending apocalypse? Probably not.

Worse than Dean being ripped out of hell by some mystery angel that you’d only just met on the last case, who actually threatened to wipe out an entire town full of people? Not really.

But this was some serious, deep, uncomfortably steamy shit you’d gotten yourself into.

Let’s take it back a bit, shall we?

You, Sam, and Dean had all caught wind of a case down in Concrete, Washington. Apparently, a girl had gotten pushed down a flight of stairs by a spirit, and another man claimed that he had been attacked by Bigfoot.

However, this was not the case for either of them. It turned out to be some kind of wishing well, spelled by a cursed coin thrown haphazardly into it, granting that person—and whoever else threw a coin in said well—any wish that their heart desired.

Dean, being Dean, wanted to try this little well out, to see if it actually worked the way that you all figured it had. And, being the absolute idiot that he was, decided to order himself a jalapeño sub sandwich, or something of the sort. And it actually worked.

Standing over the well, staring down into the clear water with coins littering the bottom of the plaster, one began to wonder. Could it truly grant any wish that someone had? If it only granted a harmless wish, then was this even truly a case? Couldn’t you just.. leave these people alone, let them have their wishes?

Dean seemed to have been speaking to you, but you hadn’t registered it until he smacked your arm.

“Hello? Earth to Major Tom?”

He asked sarcastically, finally eliciting a response from you. Your head snapped up at him and looked at the man next to you.

“What?”

Dean just chuckled, seeming to have read you like a book, glancing down at the water, before realigning his gaze with your own.

“You should make one. What’s the harm? C’mon, I think I have..”

He trailed off, digging into his jacket pockets, that jingled faintly as his hand sifted through the small pouch. Finally, with a triumphant sigh, he pulled out a penny and held it out for you to take. But Sam, probably being the closest thing to a brain cell shared between the three of you, spoke out against it.

“Uh, no. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Dean just scoffed and threw a snooty little look back at Sam over his shoulder, before holding up his sandwich for Sam to see, causing the younger brother to characteristically roll his eyes.

“What? You think a sandwich is harmful? Think it’s going to grow legs and start ripping people to shreds? This isn’t Captain Underpants, Sammy. No harm, no foul.”

Sam only exhaled an exasperated sigh and looked over at you. God, those puppy dog eyes should’ve been considered a fucking weapon against the psyche.

You had to quickly tear your gaze away from the endless sea of greens and browns that painted his irises, just to spare yourself from the silent judge of character as you carefully lifted the coin from Deans fingertips.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Sam. Maybe this is all just a big misunderstanding. I mean, a wishing well? What harm could it do?”

You asked, before turning your attention to the fountain before you. Crap. You hadn’t really thought about what you’d wish for. Money? No. For Dean to stop being such a smartass? You didn’t think so. You hummed quietly in deep thought. What on earth were you going to wish for?

And then, there was the obvious one. For the reciprocation of feelings on behalf of the younger Winchester standing not five feet across from you, watching intently as you thought about what wish you were going to make.

No, your conscious mind screamed at you. That would be wrong. To strong arm Sam’s feelings, to try to get him to reciprocate this unrequited love you’d been carrying around with you for somewhere around two years now. It was like an eternity of a ball and chain.

Sam was.. well, to put it mildly, an absolute dreamboat. He was.. kind, and chivalrous, and respectful. He was built with a 6’4 mass of solid lines and lean muscle, a kind of soft comfort that only he could provide. It was absolutely torturous, having to be around him 24/7, stuck in a car for god only knows how many hours, motel rooms, cases where you’d have to patch each other up.

Swallowing your feelings felt like.. swallowing bleach and gasoline. It burned on its way down, and boiled deep in your gut, searing every square inch of nerve in your body, until you were nothing but seared and raw nerves, jolting unwanted electricity through your being whenever Sam dared to touch you, or say your name with that undeniable Sam-softness that only he could seem to produce.

You couldn’t have him. And that tore you apart. Because you’d never meet another man like Sam, not in your lifetime. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

But you’d decided a long time ago that you would rather stick by his side, come hell or high water, as a good friend, then ruin it completely with your own selfish wants and needs. No. Having Sam near you was enough. And you would rather die than drive him and Dean away. So, you kept quiet.

But in some fleeting moments, when Sam insisted on having you behind him so that he could protect you when you went into a haunted building or a cemetery, or in a diner when you locked eyes for just a little too long, or how frantic he’d become whenever you were injured beyond the common scrape or concussion that came easily about hunters, you wondered.

You wondered what it would be like for him to love you so much that he dedicated every breath, fight, and step to you; that he couldn’t bear to see you upset or angry, because it only incited the same feelings in his own gut; that he hated every second that someone approached you in a bar or diner, because he wanted to be the one to do it. You wished that Sam loved you the way that you so wholeheartedly loved him.

But it was wrong. How could you ever force him to love you, when it wasn’t his conscious mind making the decision? You couldn’t. That was the problem. You’d have to cook up another wish.

Well, you would’ve. If a waiter hadn’t accidentally bumped into you, causing you to drop the coin into the water of the fountain. Before you could stop it, a sharp gasp came from your throat as it plopped into the water.

Shit.

Maybe it hadn’t counted, because you hadn’t actually.. wished for it? You were scraping at the bottom of the barrel for some mercy from whatever god was watching over you.

You quickly snapped your head up to watch Sam, trying to decipher whether or not he felt any different at the moment. You stared, horrified, at your friend. You really really hoped that the wish hadn’t worked.

“Great, you two done? We’ve gotta figure this out.”

Sam said, his usually sassy nature poking through the edges. You breathed an internal sigh of relief. It hadn’t done anything. He was still your Sam, and he wasn’t going to start flailing to kiss the ground that you walked on anytime soon, which was very, very comforting.

Later, back in the motel room, you guys figured out that the ‘magic’ wishing well, had actually held a cursed coin that wasn’t supposed to be an act of good grace at all—it was essentially an object to cause chaos wherever it went and whoever wished upon it—hence why Dean was puking up his sandwich in the bathroom. It granted someone’s wish, only to twist it back on them and turn it into something, you guessed it! Chaotic.

While Dean was in the bathroom for the hundredth time, you couldn’t help but spare a glance at Sam, who was sitting across from you at the small table, typing away on his computer, trying to find out more. You just had to make sure.

“Hey, Sam?” You asked, timidly. You were immediately met with Sam’s piercing gaze, his frantic typing on his computer halting momentarily as you consumed his full attention.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He inquired, noticing the slightly nervous glint in your eyes. “Everything alright?”

You scrambled for an excuse. “Yeah, yeah! Of course, yeah, I’m fine. Just uh.. I was wondering.. how you were.. feeling?” Well. That was about the dumbest thing you’d ever said. This was so humiliating. How were you ever going to explain this to him?

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. “Uh.. fine? Why, should I be in the bathroom with Dean, or something?”

“No, no. I was just.. wondering if he was contagious or anything. Do you.. feel any different than you did this morning?” You poked at his psyche, hoping to get a clear answer out of him without actually admitting what you’d wished for.

“Um, no. No, I feel fine. I’m sure he’s not contagious, I mean, it was his wish, so..” Sam retorted, a bit confused, but willing to explain it to you. Classic Sam.

“Right, right. Of course.” You said immediately afterward, before looking down at your hands and fiddling with the skin between your fingers. Nervous habit.

Sam noticed. He always noticed. He knew you a little too well, you decided. “Are you feeling okay? You’re acting a little squirrelly.” He deducted. What a little detective.

A very inconvenient detective.

And what did you do? You hesitated. Probably the worst thing to do in front of a man who knew you more than even you probably did.

His confusion quickly morphed into concern. The kind that consumed his entire expression and straightened his posture.

“_______? Are you okay?”

You panicked. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay, promise.” God you were an idiot, going belly up instead of just explaining to him what was going on. Coward.

Sam only stiffened more, staring at you, as if trying to get you to unveil your secrets by just piercing you with his intense gaze.

“Hey.. what did you wish for, earlier?” He asked, now extremely suspicious and worried for your well-being.

Before you could even get the chance to try and convince him that nothing was going on and that you were fine, Dean emerged from the bathroom with a towel gripped into his hand, held haphazardly to his mouth, as if to catch anything that decided to spew from it at any given point

“Sam.. how the hell do we fix this?” Dean asked desperately, nearly keeling over at the cramps in his stomach as he held it tightly.

~

After finding out who the original wisher was, you three were gearing up to go head to his house and talk some sense into him, and take his coin out of the fountain to undo all of the wishes.

You were loading yourself up with weapons, as hunters usually did, before glancing over at the nightstand that Sam was standing next to, seeing your little pocket knife that you carried around on it. You were loading your pistol and putting it in your waistband.

“Hey, Sam? Could you hand me my knife?” You asked, nodding towards the little silver thing on the table.

He glanced over at you, gave you a once over, before looking at the knife next to him on the nightstand.

“Uh.. you can’t just grab it yourself?” He said, his tone seeping with a kind of undercurrent of irritation. It caught you completely off guard.

“I.. you’re closer.” You were even more confused now, looking at him, as he stared at you with frustration and disdain. Was it something you’d done? Why was he acting like this?

“Why did you even take it off in the first place, _______? What if something had busted in here? You would’ve been completely unprepared.” He snapped, now turning towards you.

“Dude, what’s your deal? She put her knife down for a couple of hours, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Dean jumped into the conversation. Dean was just as much of your friend as Sam was, so he obviously jumped in to defend you if he thought that Sam was in the wrong.

“My deal Dean, is that you sleep with a gun under your pillow, and I never take mine off of me. So what, she just gets to be completely unguarded while we have to fight to save her ass? I’m so sick of her being such a little freeloader.” Sam retorted, aggression and venom practically bleeding from his mouth as he said it.

“Freeloader? How many times have I saved your ass? And you wanna call me a freeloader? What’s your problem, Sam? You were fine just a minute ago, and now you want to tear out my throat?” You yelled back, your short temper getting the best of you while you were under verbal siege.

“Yeah, well maybe I’m just sick of your bullshit, _______! I mean, you hardly contribute anything at all. God, you are such a nuisance.” He scoffed and turned his back to you. Now you were pissed.

“I’m a nuisance? What the hell is your fucking problem! Why are you being such an asshole right now?”

“Alright, guys, knock it off!” Dean tried to cut in over the noise, but he was just yelled over anyways.

Sam let out a bitter laugh and turned around to yell at you. But this time, he took an intimidating step closer. Not that you backed down, you weren’t a pussy. But you’d still never seen him try to walk up on you like this.

“Because I fucking hate you, _______! I hate how much you talk, your dumbass laugh, your stupid clothes, the way you follow us around like a lost puppy, I mean seriously, it’s pathetic. You slow us down, you’re hardly as trained as me and Dean are, I mean you’re just one giant inconvenience for the both of us! Why don’t you do everyone around here a favor and leave us the hell alone!” He bellowed, now only a mere six inches from your face, maybe. Towering over you.

The words struck you harder than you cared to admit. Tears pricked your eyes and threatened to fall as they welled up on your bottom lids. You almost physically recoiled, like you had taken a blow that you were massively unprepared for.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Dean cut in, storming over to Sam, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him back away from you, giving you the opportunity to breathe. “I don’t know what the hell your issue is, Sammy, but you need to fix it! You’re being a dick!” He yelled, now between you and Sam like a human shield.

You had heard enough. You took in a deep breath that came out as more of a sniffle, shoved past Dean and right up to the nightstand with your knife on it, pocketing it. You couldn’t believe that something so small had caused Sam to admit that he actually despised you. Practically from head to toe, by the sound of it.

You wiped the tears away from your cheeks and stormed past Sam, and towards the door to the motel room.

“I’ll be in the car.” Your voice was short, clipped, and undeniably hurt. You slammed the door so hard behind you that you were sure the floors below and above you heard it echo.

“Nice going, doofus.” Dean snapped at Sam as soon as you’d gone, continuing to gear himself up. Sam only rolled his eyes and scoffed in retort.

~

When all was said and done, and the curse was reversed, the coin melted down to nothing of use, you three found yourselves back in the motel room once again.

You’d been in a pissy mood ever since the interaction with Sam had happened. He’d been snappy and irate with you the entire time after the initial interaction about the stupid fucking knife. For good reason. And now that Sam’s head had cleared, he knew that it was a damn good reason, too.

You’d gotten in the shower immediately upon your return to the room, and had been in there ever since. This gave Dean the opportunity to talk to Sam without either you or him tearing each other apart.

“You wanna tell me what the hell that whole thing was about earlier?” Dean said, accusatory almost immediately because of the interaction they’d had earlier.

“I..” Sam sighed, looking at the carpet, “don’t know. I just..- I got so angry, I don’t even..-“

“Yeah, I figured, Sherlock Holmes. Nice detective work, there. Real Nobel Peace Prize winning.” Dean retorted, causing Sam to sigh once again.

“No, you don’t get it, Dean, I.. I really did hate her for a good minute there.” Sam admitted, finally turning towards his older brother, almost for answers. “I can’t explain it, I just.. I don’t know, dude.”

Dean stopped for a moment, the cogs in his head slowly turning as he tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with his brother. “That doesn’t make sense. You love-“

“Exactly, Dean. I love her. So I don’t know why I started acting like she was Hitler reincarnated, she just.. really pissed me off.”

“By asking for her damn knife?” Dean asked incredulously.

“I don’t know, Dean!” Sam snapped, before sighing and running a stressed hand through his hair.

Guilt ate away at him like a rotting disease. He couldn’t believe he’d said all those things to you, especially when absolutely none of it was true. He didn’t think you were a freeloader, he loved taking care of you. He loved listening to you talk, he loved hearing you laugh, he thought that your clothes were absolutely gorgeous on you, and he loved having you there 24/7, just.. following. It was endearing, that you trusted him so much to lead you. He swore sometimes that you’d let him lead you straight into hell, just as long as he was in front of you.

He loved it all. Every flaw, every perfection, every little thing that made you human. That made you, you; for lack of better words.

“Could it have been that curse?” Dean suggested, just as confused as Sam was about the whole ordeal.

“No.. no, it couldn’t have been. I didn’t feel any different before, I just..-“ He cut himself off, recalling the interaction that the two of you had earlier.

You never did tell him what you’d wished for.

And what was the opposite of hate?

“Oh, my god..” Sam groaned, running a hand over his face in realization.

“What? What’s up?” Dean asked, intrigued.

“Uh..” Sam sighed, turning to look back at the carpet, “nothing. Nothing, um.. you know what, Dean? I’m starving. Would you mind going out and getting some food?”

“What? No, tell me what the hell is-“

“Dean.”

The soft scold from Sam caught Dean’s attention, causing him to look at his younger sibling, a bit confused.

“I need to talk to _______. You should really go out and get some food while I do.” Sam repeated suggestively, hoping that Dean would finally get the hint and get the hell out of the motel room for a little while.

Finally, Dean reached the realization with a soft, understanding ‘ah’ and a nod, a lewd smirk on his face. “Right. Well, you know the rules,” he said, getting up and grabbing his keys and coat, “don’t do anything on my bed, don’t get anything on my bed, wear a condom—“

“Just get the hell out of here, Dean.” Sam chuckled, causing Dean to throw him a wink and slip out of the motel room quickly.

Sam wasn’t waiting long before you emerged from the bathroom, a sour expression still adorning your pretty face. God, he had to fix this. You looked so upset. He couldn’t even image.

His voice brought you out of your thoughts as you ran a brush through your wet hair. “Hey.”

You froze, for a moment or two, contemplating on even replying to him or not. You were still insanely pissed off. You decided to do it. “Oh, so what, you want to talk to me like I’m a person now? Or wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you spoke puppy.” You snapped, referring to his ‘lost puppy’ comment from before.

Sam flinched slightly with a quiet wince, as if your response had physically pained him to hear. He rose from the edge of the bed and approached you slowly, not wanting to upset or scare you like he’d done earlier. “Look, I know you’re upset-“

“Upset?” You laughed sarcastically and looked over at him. “Upset doesn’t even begin to skim the surface, Sam.” You barked, before turning and walking towards the couch, which you’d made into a makeshift bed. You always took the couch, because you were not going to sleep with Dean, who was practically an active octopus while he slept, or with Sam, for.. obvious reasons.

Sam sighed, but stood his ground. “I know. I know I screwed up. I’m sorry I was such a dick to you, okay? I don’t know why I was acting like that.” He said, telling a small little fib to weasel his way in with you. He’d had a pretty good idea on why. He just needed you to confirm it.

“I think.. I actually think it was the curse.” He admitted, and he noticed immediately when he saw you stiffen slightly.

“Why.. why would you think that?” You asked, slightly nervous, but still upset, so you had an excuse to not look up at him while he spoke to you.

He took a step closer. Fuck. You were royally screwed.

He ignored your question. “You didn’t tell me what your wish was earlier.” He said, taking another slow, deliberate step forward. You felt cornered. You shook your head lightly.

“It.. wasn’t much of a wish, I didn’t..- I didn’t mean to toss the coin in, that guy bumped into me, remember?” You scrambled to get even a scrap of an excuse to get you out of this hole you’d dug yourself into.

But, metaphorically, Sam was standing above you, holding an escape ladder tantalizingly in the air above you, daring you to admit it to his face, so that he’d allow your precious escape. He was standing so close now.

The same distance he’d been before, but less intimidating now, and with a new kind of tension that hadn’t been hanging in the air previously. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against your arm.

“Yeah? Well, what were you going to wish for?” He asked, his voice only a low hum compared to what it usually was. He stared at the side of your face, waiting for some kind of expression that told him what was going on inside your head.

“I.. um..” you didn’t even have the guts to respond. How could you tell him? It was horrible. And your hesitation was the reaction that Sam needed. The one that told him he was pushing on the right button.

“You asked me how I was feeling earlier, too. Why?” It kind of felt like an interrogation on your end, and as your last, flailing attempt to escape from his silent torment, you sighed shakily and rolled your eyes, hiding behind hardened emotions to get him to drop it.

“Because Dean was sick. You know that already, why are you even asking?” You said petulantly, making an attempt to push past him, to put some distance between the two of you. But that plan fell short when Sam gently wrapped his large palm around the flesh of your upper arm, holding you firmly in place.

“Right. And it’s definitely not because you wished for me to fall in love with you today, right?”

Your breath hitched. You were sure that your face had turned all sorts of bright pink because of how warm your skin felt on your bones. You finally risked a glance up at his face, and he held a small, knowing smirk there, waiting for you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” you murmured softly.

“Don’t I? You know what’s the opposite of love, _______? Hate. The coin, it made everything go to chaos, right?” He said, and before you could even respond, he continued.

“You wondered why it didn’t affect me at first? It was because I was already in love with you.” He said it so shamelessly, like he hadn’t been shoving the feeling down for god only knows how long, like he hadn’t been terrified that the day he finally told you, would be the day that he lost you. But he didn’t care about any of that anymore. He just needed you to know that he didn’t hate you. He never could.

Your face flushed, and you stared up at him with wide eyes. He sighed softly and brought his hand up to gently caress, then cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently over the plump skin there.

“I love the sound of your voice, the way that you talk; I love your laugh and your smile; I love how kind and passionate you are; I love how you feel like you can let me protect you, even when you know you can do it yourself— I love you, _______. Please, honey, you have to believe me.” Sam’s voice faded quietly into somewhat of a whispered plea, hoping that his words had gotten through to you, and that you knew he’d never hated you.

You, on the other hand, were completely gobsmacked with disbelief and awe. Sam. Your Sam. He was in love with you? That was why the wish hadn’t worked? Sam was in love with you? You felt like crawling out of your skin and dying there—because at least then, you’d die a happy woman, knowing that the man you loved, reciprocated. If only you could remain in this moment, forever.

“I.. you..” you struggled to find the words for a moment, before swallowing down a heavy saliva that had weighed on your tongue for a bit now, “but you said..-“

“I know what I said. Believe me, I know what I said, damnit.” He said, the guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, and seeping deep into his bones. It showed in the soft murmur of his tone, the dip in his voice. “I.. don’t hate you. I could never hate anything about you, sweetheart. You’re perfect..” he muttered, laying his brow against your own and removing the hand from your arm now.

Sam’s now free hand went up to cup your other cheek, and you could feel his breath fanning over the skin on your face. Your breath stuttered in your throat.

“You’re just saying that..-“ you tried to retort, but he shut you up quickly.

“I’m not. Really, I’m not. I don’t hate anything about you.” He said, still trying to desperately convince you.

“You will. Eventually.” You replied grimly, your hands coming up to rest against his wrists gently, soaking up his presence as much as you possibly could.

Sam only shook his head softly, silently disagreeing with you, but he didn’t want to argue. His thumbs rubbed stripes along your cheekbones, his touch was reverent, almost worshiping, like he was holding the heavens and the earth in his hands. Something precious.

One of his hands trailed down from your cheek, to your neck, collarbone, lower until he was brushing against your stomach briskly, before finally settling possessively on your hip. It was just then that you truly knew how big he was compared to you. Just by the weight and size of his hand on your skin.

Your breath shook, and Sam’s other hand started to trail up into your hair, the back of your head, his touch slow, and deliberate. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, almost as lost as you were, before they snapped back open and landed on your own. “Tell me to stop..” he prayed quietly.

You only gazed up at those hazel eyes, and shook your head with a soft, timid, “No.”

And it seemed like that had just snapped Sam’s carefully held restraint completely in two.

He sighed heavily and slammed his lips up against yours. Out of all the times that you’d imagined yourself kissing Sam for the first time, you’d always imagined that it would be soft. Careful. Deliberate. But it was actually far from it.

Your mouths clashed together in a desperate, heated mixture of teeth and tongue, you both panting for air, and yet not daring to pull away and break the delicate atmosphere. Sam’s tongue swiped long swathes against your own, the feeling of your different salivas mixing and coating the insides of your mouths intoxicating to both parties.

His grip on your hip tightened, and his hand in your hair became demanding, taking a fistful of it and pushing you deeper into him. He pulled you closer by your hip, causing your back to arch slightly against him, and he took that to his full advantage.

You could feel the shit-eating grin on his face against your lips before you saw it, and you knew that he had to be up to something. His hand traveled from his hip to the lower dip in your back, pressing you further into him, and making you arch back even more, which only lead to him having to lean over you to kiss you properly, delicately reminding you how you were smaller than him.

His hand slipped underneath your shirt desperately, taking a step forward and letting your knees hit the back of his mattress, before pushing you down. As you sat, your kiss was broken, leaving you both panting, gasping for air that you’d taken from each other.

Sam looked down at you, tilting your head back up to look at him by your chin. This was his way of giving you an out if you wanted it. If you weren’t ready. His eyes held a silent question. Are you ready? Do you want this? Do you want me? In response to every single one of them, you only sighed and reached up, cupping your hands behind the back of his neck and bringing him in close, clashing your lips together again.

He certainly had no problem with that. He let out a deep, guttural groan that filled you head-to-toe with that one bass-y note, the vibrations against your lips enough to make you moan back. He quickly swallowed the noise and went to ease you onto your back. Excitement and arousal coursed through your veins, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Sam had slowly been lowering you more and more, until he had you on your elbows underneath him, just about to make that final push to have you on your back, splayed out for him, just like he’d dreamed of time and time again. He let out a shaky sight and broke your kiss, much to your dismay.

You tried to chase his lips with a soft whine, only to have him shift his weight to one arm, using his now free hand to grab your jaw and tilt it away. He didn’t leave you confused for very long.

His lips trailed wet, hot kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving small bite marks and hickeys as he went. Now that he had you, he wasn’t going to hold back. He would be the only person to see you like this. He’d be the only one to see the marks he left on your skin. Sam wasn’t much of a show off anyways.

Your head tilted back naturally as you panted and moaned softly into the air, whining whenever he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot in the expanse of your skin. One of his knees came to rest between your legs, pressing up into your core tantalizingly.

You squirmed and pressed into him with an equal amount of fervor, feeling another satisfied grin on his face press against the skin of your bed as you did.

You were a mess already. Your hair was tousled, as was his, both pairs of lips were pink and swollen, and your shirt was now somewhat rearranged on your bodice. You were sure that your cheeks were flushed to high hell, too.

So, that being said, it was probably the absolute worst timing when the lock to the motel clicked, and the door swung open.

You let out a quick gasp, pulling away from Sam and staring, horrified, at the door where Dean was now currently standing, staring at the scene before him, frozen. You let out a soft, embarrassed little sigh, hiding your face away from Dean into Sam’s shoulder. That one little noise, paired with the action, made Sam absolutely melt against you. He quickly gathered himself with a deep breath, turning back to Dean.

“Sorry, dude.” He apologized sheepishly.

“Eh, it’s alright, just uh.. wrap it before you tap it, you know.” Dean said awkwardly, earning him a glare from you. He cleared his throat, and with a soft ‘okay’, went to leave the room, before quickly coming back and setting one of the bags of food on the ground next to the door for you two later to share.

“For you, uh.. I’ll.. I’ll leave you be. Yeah. Um.. yeah.” He said, before finally slipping out of the room and locking the door behind him. For a moment, you and Sam shared a quiet look, before bursting out into crippling laughter that had you both gripping onto each other for support.

God, you loved hearing him laugh. Genuinely laugh. Your world had been all kinds of fucked up recently, and it was a rare sight to even see him really smile anymore. So whenever you did, you savored every second of it, worried that the moment would pass faster than you could comprehend.

Once the laughter died down, and the mood turned a bit softer once more, Sam just quietly sat and watched you, hovering above by his hands planted on either side of your head. You only stared back quietly, before finally breaking out into a content smile.

“What?” You asked sweetly.

Sam only sighed and leaned in, pressing chaste, loving kisses against your neck again. Much less ravenously than before. “Just.. admiring. You’re gorgeous.” He conferred, trailing the kisses everywhere from your jaw to your collarbone, his hands beginning to wander up your shirt again, a little slower this time.

Your breath hitched and you gripped his shoulders, moaning out a soft little, “Sam..” as he continued his ministrations.

“Shh, I know, honey.. I’ve got a lot of making up to do, you know? Just.. lie back, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He murmured quietly against your skin, trailing his kisses a bit farther down.

The man knew how to keep a promise. ‘Cause oh lord, did he make it up to you.

notes: AAHHHHHHHH!!! First tumblr story, I think it’s pretty solid. A little rushed at the end, because it’s currently almost one in the morning, and I have school tomorrow lol but I didn’t want to break my train of thought. Let me know what you think!! If you have any tips, I’d really appreciate them! Thx!

Xoxo,

Happy Reading! ❤️

[qwertysquirti]

Rafayel Boyfriend Headcanons

ଳsynopsis: things rafayel does as your bf

ଳcontent: 1.7k words. mdni. fluff, generally gn!reader but "girlfriend" is used in one of the hcs. not proofread

ଳan: hey (●'◡'●) lmk if y'all want a pt2 i have so many ideas abt my shayla. also, might be ooc cuz i haven't played in a long time.

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Rafayel tends to get on your nerves from the moment you wake up.

Poke…Poke…Poke 

You feel something prodding incessantly at your cheek while you’re trying to get your beauty sleep. You begrudgingly rub your eyes with the back of your palms and open your eyes to see Rafayel smiling at you. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty~. I was just seeing how long it’d take you to wake up.” He grins deviously. You respond by flicking him on his forehead. 

“Owch! Soo mean!” 

If you have a habit, you do unconsciously, Rafayel won’t hesitate on teasing you for it.

You’re baking a loaf of bread in the kitchen, a little random but you had the taste for it. You read the recipe online and you feel like a top chef, making sure the measurements are as precise as they can be. What you don’t realize is… When you’re really focused you begin to stick your tongue out of the side of your mouth. You don’t notice this until Rafayel starts to laugh at you. 

“Haha, do you notice when you do that?” He beams. What’s so funny? You stand there with a blank expression on your face and flour on your hands. 

“Do what?” You deadpan, unamused. 

“Stick your tongue out like this,” he mimics your focused expression. “You look like that one picture of that fat seal sticking its tongue out.” He pulls out his phone to show you the picture. You pout. He notices that too. “I didn’t mean it was bad! I think it’s cute," he says while proceeding to show you the photo. 

“See? Literally you.”

Rafayel will push you out of your comfort zone if you have a fear of swimming/the ocean.

“I’m right here cutie… If you jump you’ll land right into my arms.” He decided to overcome your fear of the ocean, you’ll have to start by learning how to swim in a pool first. He treads in the pool with his arms stretched out towards you.

“I can’t swim! What if you drop me?” You panic. He scoffs at that.

“Drop you? You wound me, cutie. Do you underestimate my strength that much?” He frowns and wipes fake tears from his face. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious! Also, I don’t force you into going up to crazy heights!” You are trying everything in your power not to get in that pool and he is having none of it. 

“I’m serious too! Also, my fears are totally unrelated!” He’s not budging on this. Finally, you hold your nose and jump into Rafayel’s arms. You start flailing around frantically only to find out you’re barely even in the water. You’re in Rafayel’s steady hold. 

“What a drama queen! The water is my domain. I can do anything I want here, including carrying my stubborn girlfriend.” He pinches your nose. “You should have more trust in me! Next time, we’ll try the actual ocean.” He smirks while you fold your arms in disapproval. 

Swears he’s a master at the claw machine

“Let me go first and show you how it’s done. Which one do you want?” He dawns a confident simper. You point at a plushie of a bird with an easel. 

“The artsy bird.” You smile, already knowing he’s going to use up all of his turns. 

“Easy. We’ll go home with way more than that bird today.” He winks. First try… Nope. Didn’t get it; he almost had it but it slipped out of the claw’s grasp.

“Maybe I should have a go?” You suggest, tugging on his shirt sleeve.

“No. The plushie is mocking me. I need revenge now.” He has a new fire in his eyes now, hopefully it means something. Second try… The claw barely even wrapped around it. 

“No way. It’s playing a prank on me. Do you see how close that was?” He’s in utter disbelief, mouth agape pointing at the claw machine. 

“Yup. I saw it alright. It’s totally teasing you right now.” You rile him up. 

“I KNOW! Not for long, little bird.” He puts his hand on the glass like he’s in a movie. Always with the theatrics…

Three turns later… 

“Rigged. Completely rigged. What’s the point of this thing if it’s just going to edge me the whole time?” He crosses his arms in mock anger. 

“Well, even though we didn’t catch anything… I still had fun. The reactions on your face were priceless.” You giggle. 

“I never took you for a sadist.” He squints his eyes at you. You shrug. He sighs. 

“At least it wasn’t all a waste, I still got to spend this time with you.” 

Rafayel loves walks on the beach, to no one's surprise.

You’re walking on the beach with Rafayel, basking in the moonlight with nobody there but the two of you.

“Do you think the moon is friends with the stars?” You wonder out loud. He thinks for a second. 

“Ya. I think they’re all friends with each other. The moon is friends with the ocean too, I know this from personal experience.” He entwines your fingers with his and continues walking. 

“Personal experience? Are you also friends with the moon?” You chuckle at the thought. 

“Of course! I talk about you to her every night. Why do you think I’m out here at night instead of painting or something?” He holds your hand close to his chest.

“Because you tend to procrastinate?” You free your hands and cup his cheeks. He glowers at you.

“Uh? No? Cause I’m out here talking to the moon. In exchange for my information about you, she tells me about the sun.” He pouts.

“You’re so corny. You’re making it sound like you’re a secret informant for the moon rather than a friend you talk about love with.” You give him a peck on the lips.

“I am, sort of! I know all of the information about you, isn’t that impressive?” He cusps your face, obviously fishing for praise.

“No.” You lie. You thought it was sweet, actually. He sulks for the rest of the walk.

He has a sketchbook dedicated to you

You’re rummaging around Rafayel’s studio, looking for a paintbrush Rafayel asked you to bring him. Instead, you stumble upon something much more enticing. A sketchbook full of drawings of you! Dating all the way back to a few days after you and Rafayel met. The first page is titled, “My muse.” There are drawings of you sleeping, eating, smiling, all kinds of emotions and outfits. 

“Jeez, what’s taking so long? All of the oceans are going to be dried up by the time you get back!” He jokingly rushes. 

“Oh uh- sorry!” You quickly spot the paintbrush you were looking for and put the sketchbook back in its spot. You can’t stop blushing as you jog back to Rafayel. 

“Was there left-over red paint on the brush? Why are you so pink?” He snickers at your flushed face as he takes the paintbrush from you. 

He’s very touchy

He enjoys physical touches like: squishing and pinching your cheeks, patting your head, and kissing your neck. He’s not adverse to hugs but depending on his mood they’ll either be brief or he’ll never let you go. If he’s feeling mischievous he’ll squeeze your tits or ass and look the other way as if it wasn’t him. If you’re feeling sad or anxious he’ll hold you and run his fingers through your hair until you calm down. 

He despises horror movies, but if you like them, he’ll watch them with you.

“Hey Rafayel! Are you ready to watch ‘My Crazy Ex-Boyfriend is a Werewolf and He Wants to Eat my Brain’?” You smile like a geek, holding up the remote to the television. 

“What the hell? What kind of name is that? Is this another horror film?” He frowns deeply and scoots over on your bed. 

“Yeah. It’s a new indie release!” You move into your spot and begin to press play on the movie, grabbing a bowl of popcorn from your nightstand.

“Ok… With a weird name like that, I doubt it’ll be scary at all.” He smirks, imagining you getting all scared and cuddling up closer to him. He was wrong. So wrong. Turns out ‘My Crazy Ex-Boyfriend is a Werewolf and He Wants to Eat my Brain’ is one of the scariest movies ever made! It’s a total gore fest and you’re enjoying every second of it while Rafayel is cowering into your shoulder. 

“I thought you said it wouldn’t be scary babe?” You nudge him off your shoulder. He looks completely petrified. “Haha…Only fifteen minutes left! You got this!” You place your arm around him. 

“I was wrong. So wrong.” He’s holding onto one of your plushies for dear life, he looks as dead as a washed-up jellyfish on the beach. “I don’t know why I let you pick the movies.” He shudders.

“Because I have good taste. Also, it’s my house, my rules.” You chortle at his fear. 

If you wear glasses or have bad eyesight, he will bully you for it (with love)

You cannot escape the glasses-related nicknames. He’ll constantly be like, “wait can you see this? Do I have to bring it closer?” With an evil smile on his face. Then, when you scold him for it, he’ll say, “I’m just looking out for you, baby! You’re as blind as an angler fish!” Or something stupid. He’ll try your glasses on and pretend to be you sometimes. It’s all in good faith though, he loves his blind cutie. 

You’re having your tik tok/reels time before bed and you stumble across a really funny one and let out a chuckle. Rafayel does the same. You ignore him and continue scrolling. 

Will lean over your shoulder to watch whatever you're watching on your phone when you’re lying in bed together.

“Wait, go back I want to read that one.” He puts his arm over your shoulder and scrolls back up for you.  You grumble. After he reads it, he goes, “okay you can scroll now. Give that one a like, though.” He just likes it for you. 

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[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[dxckgrxsonx]

Tw: darkish content

dont think i didnt see your tags abt jason blackmailing you w nudes. On the topic of evil jason, scummy jason begging to cum inside. When told no, he does it anyway and acts like you fucking shot him when youre actually mad about it. All whiny and grumbly acting like you physically hurt him when you wont talk to him for the rest of the night and deny him sex for the rest of the week. Saying shit like “But babyy i didnt mean to” “you wouldnt wanna leave me with blue balls, would you”

ohhhhh man. he gives you all the excuses in the book. “sweetheart i couldn’t help it. you felt so good.” and “i just got carried away, you’re not going to hold a grudge over this right?” and “i didn’t hear you when you said not to, it’s not my fault you weren’t loud enough.”

he’s a horrible bastard about it. makes all these excuses and you don’t even notice that not once has he said he’s sorry for finishing inside you when you told him no. he keeps twisting things until you’re looking at him, still mad but not sure why anymore. and you’re not sure what you dislike more. the fact he’s grinning at you the whole damn time, or that you miss his cock so much you’re going back for more.

[starglitterz]

WE ARE SO BACK

okay HOLD ON WE JUST STARTED WHY IS HE ALRDY HOT "The voice, low and wry, edged with dry amusement" so maybe i came. HAHAHSKDKJSDKJ " Less like a scholar. More like— Well. More like a man." do u fuckign hate me just SAY IT im losing my shit rn

oh??? reader calling him PROFESSOR??? knox i know what you are. why is anaxa so emo girl we have to learn to see the art in the science!!!!!!!!! “The human mind imposes meaning where there is none.” im kidnapping you and harvesting your brain (affectionate)

"So you do what you do best. You challenge him." i LOVE this reader sm <3 "But then—Anaxagoras steps closer." WJKADWKAJDKJSADKJ WHAT WHAT WHAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYBODY STAY FUCKING CALM (she was not, in fact, calm)

"A conversation wrapped in stardust and metaphor" this line is so pretty 🥹 "as his eyes scan the lecture hall, they pause. Just briefly. On you." knox i am in your walls. I AM SO INTO THIS SLOWBURN TENSION THING </3

"It’s a trap, and everyone knows it. He’s handing you something abstract, intangible, and expecting you to apply cold logic to it. A thought experiment designed to test whether you’ll break under paradox or force the universe to make sense." i don't have anything to say here everybody just look at knox's gorgeous prose and weep.

WHY IS ILIAS SO UNSERIOUS my silly king can we get a spinoff ilias x reader fic please i would read the fuck out of that <3 "Anaxagoras arches a brow, unimpressed. "A phenomenon you’ve yet to personally demonstrate."" PLEASE??? we are victims of the sassy man apocalypse!!!

""Stay after class," he says smoothly, as if it’s nothing." FUCKKKK IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE BE NORMAL STAY NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!! me when the teacher in the teacher/student romance makes the student stay after class and you alrdy KNOW shits abt to go down.

"You hate that he’s right. And worse—you hate that you like that he knows you well enough to give you something harder. Something that will actually make you think." this tsundere ahh reader this is actually so cute 😭 "YOU DONT LOOK BACK BUT YOU DO SMILE" NO ONE TALK TO ME DONT LOOK AT ME DONT SPEAK IM ON THE BRINK OF ASCENDING TO HEAVEN

orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding. ─── 002. the assignment.

-> summary: when you, a final-year student at the grove, get assigned to study under anaxagoras—one of the legendary seven sages—you know things are about to get interesting. but as the weeks go by, the line between correlation and causation starts to blur, and the more time you spend with professor anaxagoras, the more drawn to him you become in ways you never expected. the rules of the academy are clear, and the risks are an unfortunate possibility, but curiosity is a dangerous thing. and maybe, just maybe, some risks are worth taking. after all, isn’t every great discovery just a leap of faith? -> pairing: anaxa x gn!reader. -> tropes: professor x student, slow burn, forbidden romance. -> wc: 1.9k -> warnings: potential hsr spoilers from TB mission: "Light Slips the Gate, Shadow Greets the Throne" (3.1 update). main character is written to be 21+ years of age, at the very least. (anaxa is written to be around 26-27 years of age.) swearing, mature themes, suggestive content.

-> a/n: chapter twooooo oh my god im so excited for this chapter AUGH IT FELT SO GOOD writing this !! this is when things get GOOOODDDD and im ao HUHUHUHUHU to hear yalls thoughts!! hehe. i hope you like it! <3 -> prev. || next. -> orphic; the masterlist.

You don’t expect to see him here.

The planetarium is dimly lit, the soft glow of projected constellations swirling lazily across the domed ceiling. You hadn’t planned on coming—it was a last-minute decision. Yet, the vastness of space, even simulated, has always steadied you.

But then—

"Of course."

The voice, low and wry, edged with dry amusement, is unmistakable.

You turn.

Anaxagoras is standing just a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, his dark eyes reflecting the cosmic sprawl above. He isn’t wearing his usual academic robes—just a simple, well-fitted dark tunic beneath a long coat, the fabric settling neatly against his frame. He looks different like this. Less like a scholar. More like—

Well. More like a man. 

"I didn’t take you for a stargazer," he says, voice measured, gaze still fixed on the cosmos above.

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "I could say the same about you, professor."

The corner of his mouth twitches. "I do prefer the certainties of physics over the whims of celestial bodies."

"Ah," you hum. "So no fate, no destiny. Just equations and probability."

"Precisely." His gaze flickers up, tracking the slow rotation of the star map. "Though I will admit, there’s a certain poetry to the illusion of it all."

You glance up as well. Orion looms overhead, his belt gleaming sharp and clear. "Illusion?"

"These constellations," Anaxagoras murmurs. "They don't exist as we see them. Stars scattered across thousands of light-years, their arrangement nothing but a trick of perspective. We only think they belong together because of our vantage point." He says, after a pause, “The human mind imposes meaning where there is none.”

Your lips curl. "That’s kind of sad."

He tilts his head. "Is it?"

"Yeah," you say, watching the artificial night swirl overhead. "Thinking you're part of something greater, only to realize it's all a trick of perspective."

For a moment, he says nothing. Just watches you, thoughtful. Then—

"Perhaps," he concedes. "But perspective is all we have."

You glance at him again, but his expression is unreadable. 

There’s always been a distance to him that he maintains… almost religiously.

The hush of the planetarium stretches between you, the weight of his regard heavy. You’re not sure what it is that makes your skin feel so warm, your breath so shallow.

So you do what you do best. You challenge him.

"If constellations are an illusion," you say, "then what of all the truths we believe to perceive?"

His head turns slightly, his gaze locking onto yours.

You don’t look away.

"We only think things are connected because of our vantage point," you continue, your voice quieter now. "So how do we know if any of it actually means anything?"

Another beat of silence. Then, slow and deliberate, he says—

"We don’t."

Your chest tightens, though you don’t know why.

For a moment, it feels like that’s the end of it. Like you’ll both turn away and let the conversation dissolve into the simulated cosmos above.

But then—

Anaxagoras steps closer.

Not much. Barely enough to notice. But enough that when he speaks again, his voice is lower. Measured.

"We don’t," he repeats, as if the weight of it matters. "But sometimes, it’s worth entertaining the illusion."

You don’t know what to say to that.

You’re early to class.

Not by much, but enough to claim your usual seat and settle in before the lecture hall fills. Enough to shake off the strange tension that’s been humming beneath your skin since the planetarium.

You tell yourself it was nothing. A conversation wrapped in stardust and metaphor, just another verbal sparring match. Anaxagoras challenged you. That’s all.

But it lingers.

It lingers in the way your heartbeat picked up when he stepped closer. In the way his words—so measured, so precise—felt heavier than they should have. In the way his gaze held yours just a fraction too long, as if entertaining the illusion wasn’t just about the stars.

You exhale, flipping open your notebook. Focus.

The room fills, a murmur of voices, the scrape of chairs against stone. Then, just as the hour strikes, he enters.

Anaxagoras walks with the same deliberate grace he always does, his robes sweeping behind him. But today, as his eyes scan the lecture hall, they pause. Just briefly.

On you.

Something flickers across his expression—gone before you can name it. Then he looks away, moving towards the podium.

"Good morning," he says, voice smooth, effortlessly commanding. "Let’s begin."

You should be taking notes. You should be focused on the equations he’s sketching onto the board, the elegant arc of chalk gliding across the surface. Instead, you remember his voice in the dark, low and certain—

"Sometimes, it’s worth entertaining the illusion."

Damn him.

You press your pen to the paper, forcing your attention forward.

"Consider the nature of causality," Anaxagoras continues, turning back to face the class. "An event—any event—can be traced backward through a series of causes. But the perception of these events is often subject to our vantage point."

A pause. Then his gaze flickers to you, deliberate.

"One might argue that meaning is an emergent property. That cause and effect are simply the mind’s way of drawing constellations between unrelated points."

Your fingers tighten around your pen.

Is he—?

No. No, you’re imagining things. He’s lecturing. That’s all.

And yet.

His gaze lingers a beat too long before he looks away, continuing as if nothing happened. As if he didn’t just lace the entire moment with subtext so thick it might as well be its own theorem.

Your pulse is ridiculous. You need to get a grip.

The lecture moves on, but now you’re watching him differently. Not just listening, but observing. The way he gestures, the way his mind moves faster than his words, the way his lips quirk slightly when a student offers an answer that surprises him.

You’ve spent weeks admiring Anaxagoras for his intellect. Respecting him as a professor. Arguing with him for the sake of curiosity.

And...

Well, there'a no point dwelling on it, is there?

By the time the lecture is nearing its end, you’ve barely written anything coherent.

Your notes are a scattered mess—half physics, half what the hell is going on? The worst part? Anaxagoras knows. He hasn’t called on you once today, which is unusual. He always prods, always challenges. But today, he’s let you stew in your thoughts, like he’s letting you chase your own tail. 

Infuriating man.

"Before we conclude," he says, dusting chalk from his fingertips, "your next individual assignment."

The room collectively stiffens.

Anaxagoras turns from the board, his gaze sweeping over the lecture hall. Ilias straightens immediately, feigning deep intellectual engagement. You suppress a smile.

"As we’ve explored, physics attempts to model reality through observable forces," Anaxagoras continues. "But what of the forces we cannot measure? What of the unseen variables?"

Ilias perks up at that, intrigued. "Is he finally acknowledging my suffering?"

You elbow him. "Shut up, he’s setting up the assignment."

"Your task," he continues, "is to examine a concept often deemed metaphysical—fate, intuition, divine intervention—" He lifts his gaze, letting the weight of his words settle. "And construct a framework to explain its existence. Or—" his voice sharpens— "prove its impossibility."

A murmur ripples through the students. Anaxagoras doesn’t tolerate pseudo-science in his lectures, so the fact that he’s even entertaining this angle is unexpected.

It’s a trap, and everyone knows it. He’s handing you something abstract, intangible, and expecting you to apply cold logic to it. A thought experiment designed to test whether you’ll break under paradox or force the universe to make sense.

You listen, absorbed—until Ilias leans in again, whispering, "If I were to quantify the force that compels me to sleep in class instead of studying, do you think he’d accept it?"

You stifle a laugh. "I think he’d call it laziness and fail you on principle."

"Damn. Guess I’ll have to go with my second option."

"Which is?"

He grins. "Manifesting an equation that proves I am, in fact, always right."

You shake your head, biting back a laugh. "I’d pay to see you argue that with him."

As if on cue, Anaxagoras glances your way, sharp-eyed.

"Would either of you care to share your insights with the class?"

Ilias, ever the survivalist, doesn’t miss a beat. "We are discussing emergent properties of intelligence, professor."

Anaxagoras arches a brow, unimpressed. "A phenomenon you’ve yet to personally demonstrate."

The class chuckles. You shoot Ilias a look.

"Walked right into that one," you murmur.

Ilias sighs. "Yeah. That’s on me."

His gaze sweeps the class. "You may choose any concept, but your reasoning must be sound. Sentimentality will not be rewarded."

A collective groan. Someone mutters something about dropping the course.

You, however, are too focused on the way he’s looking at you.

He knows you’ll take this further than anyone else. He wants you to.

Then—

"Stay after class," he says smoothly, as if it’s nothing. "I need a word."

You feel the shift immediately. A few students glance between you and him, intrigued. You school your expression, pretending it doesn’t affect you.

"Yes, professor." you say.

He nods, then dismisses the class.

Chairs scrape against the floor. Students file out, some grumbling about the assignment, others already debating what concept they’ll choose. Someone lingers near the door for a second too long, clearly hoping to eavesdrop, before sighing and leaving.

Then it’s just you and him.

Anaxagoras exhales softly, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders before turning to face you fully.

"I’m altering your assignment," he says.

You blink. "What? Why?"

His lips quirk slightly, but there’s something intent in his eyes. "Because the standard prompt is beneath your abilities."

You swallow. He says it like it’s obvious. Like he’s been paying attention.

"Your mind doesn’t just follow logic," he continues. "It challenges it. So I’m giving you something worthy of that."

You exhale, half-exasperated. "Fine. What’s the twist?"

Instead of answering right away, he steps past you, picks up a book from his desk, and flips it open. When he finds the page he’s looking for, he turns it toward you.

It’s a diagram. A branching structure of choices, converging and diverging like neural pathways.

"Your peers will be arguing for or against metaphysical forces." His voice is measured. "You, however, will go one step further."

He closes the book, meeting your gaze.

"Instead of proving or disproving their existence, I want you to model one."

Your breath catches.

"What?"

His smirk is subtle, but there. "You heard me."

"You want me to… what, exactly? Build a mathematical model for something physics doesn’t even acknowledge?"

"Why not?" he challenges. "If intuition exists, quantify its mechanism. If destiny is real, define its parameters. If the soul endures, find the equation that governs it."

Your fingers twitch at that.

That’s—

That’s significantly more difficult than the original prompt. You’d have to rethink everything from the ground up. 

The soul?

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. "You really don’t like making my life easy, do you?"

His smirk deepens. "Where’s the fun in easy?"

You hate that he’s right.

And worse—you hate that you like that he knows you well enough to give you something harder. Something that will actually make you think.

Your pulse is an uneven rhythm as you meet his gaze. "Alright," you say.

He nods once, satisfied. "Good."

For a moment, neither of you move.

"You’re dismissed," he says, voice softer.

You hesitate. Then turn, heading toward the door.

Just as you step through the threshold, his voice reaches you, quiet but deliberate.

"Don’t disappoint me."

You don’t look back.

But you do smile.

-> next.

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okay i need to rant abt padded little bkg now

alr so we all know that bakugo would not be proud of being padded, i already went into it on my headcanon post abt him that he’d rather have a million more accidents and would rather cry by himself as he cleans up himself and his own mess than to wear a diaper, we all know this!!!

but have u considered…….cg izuku who loves him so so much and holds his hands and tells him that it is okay, to have protection and that they will go through the journey of this together. and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

bakugo isn’t immediately assured ofc and there will be times where izuku has to find clues that he used his diaper; him suddenly being quiet, wrapping his arms around his legs and hiding his face, him looking like he’s on the verge of crying or he’s suddenly stand-offish and doesn’t want anyone near him. and just like any baby would be uncomfortable being wet, he starts to cry and izuku would go into instant mother mode and shush him while he leads him to their bedroom (or dorms, if they’re still in school) so he can be changed （´＿｀）

one other thing i wanna add!! in the process of being changed i think bakugo would probably need a plushie or something else to distract him so he doesn’t sit up or interupt izuku while he’s doing what he’s doing,, and he always always always makes sure to shower little bakugo with praise and compliments because he was so brave for letting him change him (＾▽＾)

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LINK CLICK POST-BRIDON/YINGDU ARC THREAD ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

I don't usually post my rambles on tumblr (main) anymore, but haven't found a link click discord server to spam my thoughts in so here we go!

BRIDON BRAINROT IN CHRONO ORDER

Disclaimer: I made most of these in the middle of watching the season. Might've immediately been disproven from some evidence from episodes straight after, and updated it in real time.

LG's nightmare in episode 4 suggests there might not have been an overarching missing persons case in previous timelines. And supports the theory that the twins are newly introduced variables.

2. LG's logical deduction seems to operate under the assumption that he is the only party with the means to influence small changes in the timeline.

The wording of "things related to him" suggests LG is referring to Vein. So I see it as LG being fixated on Vein as a threat, and not registering LX -- who Vein seems to be working for, or Shao Yuanyuan, who is also affecting time to defy an unchangeable node.

3. LG seemed like he was being loosy-goosy with how accurately he would recreate the past.

I think this season shows us LG's development from approaching his "save CXS" goal without a clear MO, to learning how to utilise his abilities to create butterfly effects to achieve the desired result. Which involves more gambling and educated guesswork than he'd admit. The pokemon learns adaptive planning. I think my initial theory abt it being LG's 1st attempt diving back to the very beginning isn't entirely off -- I think he's off his game because he's not used to being this far back in the timeline. I think every time CXS died, he'd use his ability to dive back to weeks or months before.

4. LG seems to reciprocate the intense words a CXS echoed to LG long ago in the high school flashback ver of events.

I operate under the belief that that s1e5 flashback is LG's, and it's the original events of their first meeting. The CXS in this flashback seems comfortably forward in regarding LG as a long term partner (in that context, it seems to take place right after their first basketball game together).

Notably, there was a theory I saw that suggested this CXS was possessed by a future him -- not about to tackle that here. What observations I can make are that b4 LG made any promises, Bridon!CXS wasn't going out of his way to get closer to LG, it's mainly third parties and circumstances drawing them together.

CXS isn't the one reaching out to him when LG happens to pass the studio a couple months after that first meeting -- QL invites him

Evidently they're not that close, w/ CXS pulling the safe dudebro "hey you can come w/ me to check out the hottie" offer when he's enlisted to photograph the popular cosplayer of their uni's anime club

And he asks about and absorbs the club president's treatment of LG to gain more insight into him outside of physical activity. Still feeling out how to act w/ him

It's during the anime convention -- where he and QL learn abt LG's "divination skills" and witness those skills help Shen Miaomiao -- that CXS becomes more confident in imposing his will on LG

We get a time gap of at least a couple days, and CXS has now gotten used to having LG around as a free pair of hands. And he learns that with enough cajoling, anime club leader-style, LG will reliably fold to help him

Then, of course, LG helping him through the date, and then coming to save him when he gets kidnapped by loan sharks. When Vivian threatened LG's safety, CXS promised murder, and he prioritised LG's safety over securing Vivian's safety, so he was already very attached by that point

These events display CXS's character very well. Coming from a background of being ostracised and isolated by others, he's not openly looking for deeper connections beyond the fragile home he's maintained in the studio and w/ QL. As inviting and friendly as he seems, he's adamantly not one to impose himself on others, and was plenty content having fair-weather friends that seem to go to him for favours (the audacity of that Zhou Xun, I swear).

So where does the CXS from LG's flashback come from with such boldness? Where does this "good partners in the future" sentiment come from when Bridon!CXS needed a near-death experience to express that he begun to regard LG so fondly that he's scared of him disappearing?

5. Someone in that class used their ability to disrupt CXS and LG's telepathic link momentarily.

My money's on CWM cuz I think it'd make sense that after that random kid in the bg smiles at WQ cheating, he would approach her because of that act (and not that silly moment where CXS creates that mirror device to cheat that last question).

Also, LG seemed unfazed* by this incident, so it might be another blind spot for him; feeding my theory that LG is legitimately in the dark about everything to do with CXS's parents.

(1)* updated info at the very end

6. LG deciding this very moment the sacrifice he's willing to make once he "confronts" Vein.

7. Xia Fei def got some Bahati fire trauma locked in there or sth. I wonder if he has a power, and what power it'd be...

Also, why Vein would ask a question in that phrasing is beyond me. Is it like a "you didn't have anything to do with that fire, did you?" line? I mean, my first thoughts are if WQ knew Vein's real name, could that mean Vein was also in Bahati? Then I think abt how apparently Vein doesn't have powers (confirmed in an interview?) Then I wonder what's in it for Vein when he's helping LX get CWM's book.

Thoughts spiralling. Too much unknown variables. Can't compute.

8. CXS's first confrontation with reality

Reality being that LG is a savage lil shitster who'll tease him relentlessly even if CXS feels he's in an overwhelming or stressful situation. I also like to think LG did this cuz CXS seemed too flattered by Vein indirectly complimenting his appearance.

*note: the typed text in that image was not from anything in the show, I wrote a version of their exchange for fun

9. LG's mild expression... Resigned resolve, or detached acceptance? Why not both.

10. LG and Vein's back and forth exchange

For a guy who mastered keeping a straight face, it seems his eyes tend to give him away. Also I take it that LG is already beginning his plan, he's initiating conversation to get Vein talking -- revealing his clear disdain for him by asking why he lingers. Both give a non-answer to the other's questioning. Vein seems unfazed and rather amused by LG though.

Then with this question, I think answering the detective is a very sensible option -- if anyone ends up benefiting from the forest burning, it is the detective who's being compensated. Vein wouldn't be this enthusiastic over that. It's pragmatic and predictable in these types of story settings.

I think if LG were to engage with this question under a traditional clinical setting where he's safe to unload his feelings -- he'd take to the detective being the culprit.

11. Shao Yuanyuan did the "disrupt time to save my s/o" first

I'm thrown off by the line "If someone gets in, the timespace will be disrupted." At first, I assumed she meant if another person interrupts the timeline; i.e. LG. But she never specifies what she sought to do when she came to this time period to meet CXS, and apparently save CWM. It seemed whatever she sought to do is pre-destined to fail? Vein seems to interrupt in previous timelines, if LG's ability to plan around that indicates anything.

Another thing to note. As far as we know, she doesn't have someone like LG to cover her bases like CXS does. She seems to disregard hiding her personality from anyone -- so taking precaution for the safety of the possessed subjects doesn't seem to be a priority for her. All that matters is doing and achieving what she sets out to do. And if it's a miss, she'll facilitate other means through connections perhaps.

12. LG's speech to Vein seems very honest

LG villain monologued so hard, it only makes sense that he did so because he was very certain that he was speaking to a dead man. His last remark of "I hope we won't meet again" carries a tone of "I hope I won't have to dive back and meet you again" to me. Cuz LG has been in a reflective state for that whole episode (aside from the cute modelling montage).

The way he words it was very confusing, I had to type up the dialogue to digest it better. But LG basically says "I've been trying to figure out how to prevent CXS's death, but then I asked myself. What if his murderer was taken out of the picture? No need to fear the change. Just embrace it."

Implying that the reason LG fears deviation is point blank because deviation risks CXS's death being harder to prevent -- because he can't plan around unknown variables. But if such a deviation was for the purpose of eliminating a definite catalyst altogether, then he doesn't give a fuck.

I think after putting himself at ease with the belief that Vein has been eliminated -- this is when he's in S1, and is arguably less stressed and not forcing himself up flights of stairs to make sure events are recreated perfectly.

Everything should be hunky-dory, he knows most of the S1 events aren't lethal. That's why we can see 'Daily Life of Lightime' episodes -- LG thinks CXS's death node has been delayed at the very least.

"The future may not change due to a ripple of the past. Right now, I still don't believe I can come back here to change the past"

The Future: CXS's death a ripple of the past: killing Vein Right now: From LG's learned understanding change the past: sever CXS's death node

"All I want is to be with them and head to a new future. Because I know this is the last time."

a new future: a future that feels real. a future filled with hope. the last time: last time LG will be able to predict events. since he's locking in on letting paths deviate.

LG still has that jaded belief that things are hopeless. But he always chooses to chase after hope.

OPEN ENDED QUESTIONS POST-BRIDON CLARITY

Not like I can answer these questions rn, but maybe someone can! I'm up for suggestions!

Is SYY aware of LG’s interference with the time space? What could clue her in?

Is SYY’s secret she tells to CXS sth LG would already know abt?

Is LG aware of SYY’s exploits and influence as another time traveller?

Did Vein actually die in the Bridon arc or only by technicality?

What is the significance of Jack going missing alongside Xia Fei?

Is Bridon Arc seriously meant to be in the same timeline as S1 and S2?

In Bridon Arc, Shiguang meet in uni instead of s1e5’s high school backstory. Could this suggest that LG has spaced out checkpoints for opportunities to meet CXS between high school to uni (maybe even beyond)?

How does WQ's powers work?

How did CXS dive in and out of a photo to shield LG? The photo that was in front of LG was out of CXS's line of sight.

What did stalling Vein do to guarantee his death in LG's (usually paranoid) eyes?

Why does LX have a phone that read 2024 in it? What powers does this man have?

The director said someone in Bridon would actually die. Who would this be referring to? Was Vein's fake death actually fake? Or was he actually killed, but resurrected?

I think there's more to say, but I'll prolly reblog this post with more observations cuz this one's long as is. If there's anything I've missed or mistaken, leave your thoughts!

_________ updated edits: i went and fixed some grammar errors, missing text, and info discrepancies (1)*LG's reaction to losing connection with CXS during episode 5 is subtle on first watch, but on closer inspection, he is sweating heavily -- clearly having panicked