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2tarbell · 6 months ago

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hiii been thinking about bfb w rafe tonight… sleepovers at sarah’s with kie (& omg bonus points if reader is in the pogue friend group i can never get enough pogue reader + rafe content) where he’s kinda perving on reader but she’s kinda into it (oh no she must’ve left her panties at sarah’s house!!! whatever is a girl to do sigh)… she’s all giggly n blushy n flirty n shit when she runs into rafe late at night while getting some water from the kitchen, making sarah and kie wonder what could possibly be taking her so long?

maybe they start texting, out of convenience obviously of course being his little sisters best friend and all, and then maybe it turns into sexting, until rafe can’t take it anymore and some sensually filthy smut happens🥰 you can decide the rest if you choose to write this but either way ty for listening to me horny ramblingxhxhjd

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SURE OF IT

warnings! best friends brother, pogue!reader, sweetheart!reader, maybe ditzy!reader, rafe is kinda chill? i guess?, mention of weed, reader and rafe are pervs, fingering, pinv smut, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, dom!rafe, slapping, choking, lmk if i missed anything :)

your best friends brother is the one for you. (3.3K words, fic, © 2tarbell 2024)

“—and rafe is somewhere upstairs— i know, but we can just ignore him—”

as if.

the beating of your heart picked up at the mention of the eldest cameron.

a small, wicked part of you hoped he would make an appearance. hoped he would taunt and tease you in that deep voice that haunted every single one of your wet dreams.

sarah and kie couldn’t know that, of course.

so you made a show of pursing your lips in distaste, sharing a look with kiara that you prayed didn’t say “i actually wanna fuck him”.

it wasn’t as if you had this crush on him outta nowhere.

no, your best friends brother wanted you just as much. you were sure of it.

as you walked further into the large home with sarah and kiara, you felt a pleasant nervousness settle in your tummy.

you stood straighter as soon as the three of you turned a corner and crossed paths with the man himself. your heart flipped and stomached tighten with arousal.

rafe stood there with his hands in his pockets, obviously not expecting to see any of you.

biting back your smile was hard as you looked up at him. his eyes were narrowed, brows drawn together that mirrored the small pout on his lips.

“the fuck kinda pogue convention is this—?”

“shut up and leave us alone,” sarah was quick to cut him off, moving past him with a shove of her shoulder against his. kiara smirked and pulled you along.

following after your friends like an obedient little puppy was second nature to you. but you stopped a few steps behind, dropping kiara’s hand casually.

you smiled as you looked over your shoulder at rafe. batting your eyelashes and and biting your glossy bottom lip.

“hi, rafey,” your voice was sugary sweet.

a singular brow raised, his gaze softening just so.

“uh— yeah, hi.”

you only giggled softly at his annoyed tone before skimping off to catch up with your girls once you heard kie call for you. missing the way his eyes lingered on your form, taking in the length of your legs and where they disappeared beneath your hand-me-down babydoll dress.

he almost choked when he saw the hem of your dress inch up just enough to catch a glimpse of the bottom of your ass cheeks.

rafe raked a hand through his hair and continued his way through the house, now an uncomfortable tightness in his khakis.

and if he hurried off to a bathroom to jerk off, that was nobodies business but his own.

you couldn’t sleep, no matter what you tried.

counting sheep like jj had taught you to one time, singing a song in your head, nothing was working.

you could only blame it on the dampness in your panties. the white lace stuck to your skin and caused you to shift around on the makeshift blanket bed uncomfortably.

since briefly seeing rafe earlier, your thoughts were caught up entirely in the interaction.

you played it back constantly and found yourself smiling and squeezing your thighs together anew.

thank god you had convinced the girls to let you sleep on the floor — you bit your lip as you slid off your shorts and panties. you balled up the lacey garment and stuffed it in the pocket of your sleep shorts once you had pulled them back up your legs.

you had a plan.

you tiptoed to the door, looking back once before you were gone down the hallway and steps. you saw light from under rafe’s door, and you smiled to yourself. before long, you found yourself in the kitchen.

maybe a glass of water would calm you down enough to sleep — where did they keep the glasses again?

cabinets opened and shut as quietly as you could manage, fearing waking anyone up, but making just enough noise.

just as you were beginning to run out of faith for water and your plan, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

you’ve never snapped your head around so quickly, it’s a surprise it didn’t just keep rolling and onto the floor.

“oh my god—!”

the squeak you let out caused rafe to smirk. he quickly gave your body a once over — heat rushing to his abdomen at the sight of your pebbled nipples peeking through the thin sleep shirt you wore.

one of your dainty hands clutched your chest, trying to will your heart to settle. a giggle bubbled up your throat.

“rafe! don’t scare me like that…”

he chuckled breathlessly. a sound that made your pulse quicken even more.

“what’re you snoopin’ around for, huh?” he mumbled, voice gravelly from being unused.

you looked cute — hair fluffed up and feet clad in stripped socks. cute in a way that made him wanna bend you over the counter and take you right there, middle of the night be damned.

“hmm? oh, jus’— wanted a drink…” you hum, turning and opening the cabinet.

“oh, so y’not just being nosey?”

“and what if i am?”

“i’d say you know better, sweetheart.”

his use of the pet name made you feel faint. you set the cup down next to you on the counter.

you weren’t a stranger to being called that. or anything like it.

the pogue boys often referred to you as such, patronizing in a way. but you never thought it could sound so good. never cared for it until now.

“it’s such a maze in here…” you changed the subject, leaning back against the counter. crossing your arms in a way that you knew made your breasts bulge.

you didn’t miss the quick glance down from rafe. or the harsh swallow.

“yeah? wouldn’t expect you to know anything ‘bout a house like this.”

he was teasing you. outrightly poking fun at the main difference between you both. kook and pogue.

you cocked your head at his words, batting your eyelashes, “c’mon, don’t be mean…”

he smiled and you felt hot all over.

desire completely flushed out any rage and embarrassment. you watched with bated breath as he adjusted his stance and tongued the inside of his cheek.

“did i lie?”

“… yes.”

he scoffed and leaned back against the counter opposite you. the mere feet between you both was charged with sparks.

the way he said your name in that playful, commanding tone had shivers going down your spine. his eyes freezing you in place.

“y’too pretty to be playin’ stupid like that.”

you bit your lip and smiled, “you think ‘m pretty?”

rafe bounced around for a response, trying to seem cool and collected.

suddenly you were all too aware of the stickiness between your thighs. all too aware of sarah and kiara sleeping upstairs. all too aware of the panties you stashed in your pocket.

you smirked and pushed off the counter.

“goodnight, rafe…”

he didn’t say anything as you walked off out of the kitchen, but you heard an intake of breath when you dropped the underwear out of your pocket.

you stopped in your tracks when you heard him choke out your name.

“hmm?”

sparkling eyes and a pretty smile made rafe forget all semblance of how to act.

after all, he was a selfish man.

“nothin’, uh— night, kid.”

too easy.

you hurried back up the stairs, looking over the banister and watching as he bent down and picked up your panties.

a moan threatened to slip past your lips when he brought them up to his face and smelled them.

needless to say, neither of you got any sleep that night.

rafe was losing his mind. he had to be.

what other explanation was there for him to have fisted his cock all night with your panties? painting his hand over and over and it still not feeling like enough.

he was embarrassed, yes, but he also wanted more. he wanted you.

it felt like divine intervention when he phone buzzed and your name popped up on his screen.

—

hiii

sent at 7:48 pm

—

he had been thinking about you all day, completely in his head.

anger and arousal fighting for dominance. it seemed arousal always came out on top.

—

What do you want

sent at 7:50 pm

—

rafe knew he was fucked when he actually felt bad for being short with you.

he scrolled back up through your previous messages. they were all innocent — you simply asking him to open the front door or even begging him to get you and the girls some weed.

he doesn’t know exactly when things changed, when you changed.

bzzz!

—

can u give me a ride :C sarah said she can’t

sent at 7:51 pm

Where you at

sent at 7:51 pm

—

yeah, rafe was thoroughly fucked.

but he really didn’t care anymore as he grabbed his keys off his nightstand and and shoved his feet into some shoes.

he couldn’t stand it anymore. and as he pulled out of the driveway, he knew something had to give.

“you’re a lifesaver, rafey.”

he only hummed in response, putting his truck in reverse and driving out of your quaint little workplaces parking lot.

some dumb pogue flower shop. rafe really didn’t give a shit if he was honest.

he stole glances at you in his passenger seat, looking so perfect and pretty. like you belonged there, belonged next to him.

he could feel himself start to grow hard in his pants when you crossed one leg over the other. the plush of your thighs looking oh-so inviting.

you smiled at him, and rafe rolled his eyes, looking back at the road ahead.

“what?”

“hmm? i can’t look at you?” you teased.

the scoff he let out made you wanna laugh, so you did. a sweet sound that often drove him insane.

and looked at him you did. eyes taking in every inch of exposed bicep that was peeking out from his polo. his skin was tanned from the summer sun and you found yourself wondering what it would look like with your lipstick all over it.

he grit his teeth, setting his jaw.

“y’know i— you’re not— you’re not slick,” the words fell from his mouth in a grumble.

“what—?”

you felt a rush of adrenaline when he pulled the familiar white lace out of his pocket and threw it onto your lap.

before you could question further, rafe pulled the truck to the side of the road. it was hidden between two trees, the setting sun helping to conceal it.

“y’think this shit is funny?” his voice was rough and you were unsure if the question was rhetorical. you stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

it was tense and you couldn’t move. just stared at him blankly.

“i didn’t think that—“

“nah, you didn’t think, did you?”

“i’m— i—“

you didn’t know what to say or do. the last thing you expected was to be scolded by him. confronted by your own actions. but you couldn’t suppress the wave of need that surged through you.

“you— you want me? you want this?” he mumbled, eyes flickering between yours.

the question made you flush again. never in a million years did you think it would end up like this. that you would actually have him. your answer felt obvious.

“mhm.”

“words.” his command made you melt.

“yeah, yes, please,” you breathed and watched as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

rafe grasped your jaw and pushed his thumb into your mouth, feeling the warm muscle of your tongue wet against his skin. you responded eagerly, sucking on the digit.

“a’ight. then get in the fucking back.”

you registered to click of your own seatbelt and blinked as he reached past you and pushed open the door.

his thumb left your mouth with a pop and he pushed your face away, that mean way that you had always dreamt about. you had half a mind to do anything but what he told you to.

before you knew it, you were on your back and sprawled in the backseat with rafe on top of you. his hand shoved up your skirt, knuckle tortuously rubbing up and down against your panty clad clit.

you were a mess already.

rafe spent at least ten minutes grumbling about how much of a tease you were. detailing every time he just wanted to grab you and fuck you senseless. he made fun of you, of your slickness and delicate (although cheap) panties that were damp by your arousal.

he mocked you as you whined, but let you press pink lips up his arm. the kiss marks looking just as delicious as you thought.

despite the dirty talk and his hand now around your throat, he had yet to kiss you. you watched his mouth form words but you could hardly hear anymore, desperate for more. for anything he would give you.

“hey, hey, ‘m talkin’ to you. dumb fucking girl—“

his palm lightly connected with your cheek, the slight sting bringing a dazed smile to your lips.

rafe chuckled at the already fucked out expression on your face. he’d hardly done anything yet and you were already melted beneath him.

too fucking easy.

his voiced cooed lowly, squeezing your throat tighter, “c’mon, sweetheart. focus, yeah? can you do that f’me?”

you were nodding before he even finished speaking, hips rolling up against his hand as he pushed your panties to the side.

“kiss me? need it, please— need you, rafe—“

the harsh slap against your weeping cunt makes your eyes flutter and a gasping moan is drawn from your lips. you watch with an agape mouth as rafe leans down closer, lips just inches from yours.

“s’not my name, is it?” he tuts.

no fucking way.

you’re breathing heavily against his lips. chest heaving and hands grasping at the front of his shirt.

you knew what he wanted you to say. and you wanted it just as bad.

“daddy, daddy, please—“

that soft plea was all it took for him to lean in and close the gap between you. he devoured your mouth eagerly, parting your lips with his own.

you welcomed his tongue into your mouth, feeling it twist and swirl around yours. you did your best to keep up, but his fingers had started to rub circles against your clit. you were completely gone when he slid a finger in.

“y’got such a needy little pussy, huh? sucking my finger so tight—“

the way he mumbled against your lips would haunt you. he began curling his finger inside of you, searching for that spongey patch that would cause you to see stars.

once he found it, you couldn’t focus on kissing him back anymore. you sat open mouthed, soft sighs and bucking hips spurring him on.

“there it is— gooood girl. c’mon, gimme one and i’ll fuck you like you need,” he rasped out, sliding in a second finger.

the want you felt was unlike anything else. it didn’t take long to have you writhing helplessly beneath him. a half hearted warning of your impending release only making him devilishly smile.

you were brainless by the time he removed his hand and brought glistening fingers to your lips. it was second nature to let your mouth fall open and suckle his large fingers.

the trance only ended when you heard the clinking buckle of his belt. rafe pushed your knees against your chest, not before pulling the neckline of your tank top down to let your tits spill out. (“perfect fuckin’ tits. knew they’d be so gorgeous…”)

your hands pushed up his shirt, needing to see his toned chest. rafe pulled it over his head with one hand, the action alone could’ve made you cum again.

“gonna be a good girl and take it all?”

his words were emphasized by the head of his cock slotting between your folds. the sensation of his tip bumping against your swollen clit making you flinch.

he didn’t move until you spoke, words coming out rushed and slurred from arousal, “mhm, yeah, yeah—“

feeling him push into you made you see stars. he held your gaze and you watched as his brow furrowed in concentration, his mouth dropping into a low moan. he was so unfairly attractive.

once he bottomed out, you knew he ruined your pussy for anyone else. never had you felt so full. every vein and ridge of his dick suctioned by your gummy walls.

“nnngghh— ohmygod—“ you gasped out, feeling unable to breath as he spilt you in half.

rafe was unbelievably deep. his hips pressed right up against yours. he was watching as he disappeared into you, glazed over eyes as you arched your back off the seats.

his voice was strained, “s’pretty like this. taking me so well.”

you couldn’t make coherent sentences, you felt felt him everywhere. the way he had your knees pressed against your chest allowed him to slide in and out somehow deeper each time.

“i can’t— can’t— nnnngghhh—“ the sounds you were making sounded like sobs.

“yeah— yes, you can, baby. doing so well, letting me ruin this pretty cunt…”

rafe reached a hand down and pressed on your lower stomach. the pressure allowed for more stimulation of your g-spot but also allowed him to feel his cock thrusting in and out.

he took your hand and placed it, holding it against your abdomen with his. you choked at the feeling.

“feel that? that’s me. that’s daddy fuckin’ you stupid, yeah?”

“jesus fucking christ—“

rafe breathed out a laugh at your curse. you were becoming less and less coherent as he fucked you, your eyes threatening to roll back when his thumb found your clit again.

he slapped you again, urging your eyes back on him. “nuh-uh, look at me, kid, there ya go—“

tears flooded down your cheeks as his hips slapped against yours with more fervor. it was too much, your body was aching for release.

he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. the warmth of his mouth made you start rocking your hips to meet his. rafe groaned and increased his pace, the sticky wet sounds filling the truck.

it was sloppy and messy, you were almost embarrassed at how wet you were. rafe didn’t care though, not when he was finally claiming the girl he’s wanted for so long.

“mmf— y’gonna cum on this cock? gimme that shit, c’mon—“

you didn’t need another invitation. you were creaming on his pulsing length in seconds, hot white blinding your vision and a pleasant fuzziness blocking out your senses.

the warmth of his release made you shudder as he shallowly fucked into you with low groans that curled up into whines. his own orgasm made his rhythm stutter. he collapsed onto you in a sweaty heap.

neither of you spoke for a few moments, caught up in an intimate quiet that seemed so fragile. rafe littered kisses across your neck and collarbone. his touch soft in a way you’d never expect. you scratched his scalp with your painted nails, feeling a rush of affection when he practically purred.

finally you whispered, “are you… mad at me?”

his head snapped up, questioning and lingering lust clouding his blue eyes. he brought a hand up and brushed hair away from your face.

“no, ‘m not mad. never was…” he mumbled hoarsely.

the relief was visible in your tired features. rafe felt a pang of something in his chest… guilt? longing?

“do you… i mean… what just happened?” you asked dumbly, feeling the weight of confusion settling in your bones.

he shushed you, pressing his lips to yours so tenderly, it felt unreal. a stark contrast to the heated encounter you two just shared.

“lemme… take you out?”

the question felt foreign on his lips, a soft tone he never really used.

but your smile was radiant.

rafe felt stupid for not asking sooner if it meant he got to see that reaction. you nuzzled his nose with yours gently.

he huffed, feeling himself grow mushy under your adoring gaze. you just giggled in that precious way that made him feel weak. nodding eagerly and wrapping your arms around his neck.

your best friends brother was the one for you. you were sure of it.

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luvrxbunny · 1 year ago

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i think Miguel would get turned on by little things. like little details that someone would normally overlook or have no reaction to

so what made me think of this is specifically when girls say to guys that they’re gonna like— “fuck the life outta him” because technically it’s the guy doing the fucking but i think the tiny bit of role reversal would haunt his mind. he’s distracted for the rest of the day. his boner that he acquired when you said that never goes away

also if omg— i think this is just gonna turn into Miguel secretly wanting to be dominated (or just generally wanting to be treated how he treats others in a relationship) so hold on tight

if you’re passing him in the kitchen or something and— AHAHAAAA okay wait

so Miguel is chopping something in the kitchen but you need to get past him for the fridge or something. so he’s chop chop chopping and you scoot by, resting your hands on his hips to lean him forward a bit with a small “sorry, baby.” as you scooch by. you’d just hear his chopping stop and he’s getting hard already. you have about 30mins before he’s fed up and comes to u begging.

AND IF U DEFEND HIM??? omg he loses his shit. like falling into subspace no matter where u guys are— maybe not fully under but man is slipping.

let’s say you’re at a bar w Miguel and you go to the bathroom for two seconds. a girl approaches him all like “wanna buy me a drink, handsome?” and he’s like “oh! i’m flattered but i have a girlfriend!! so…” she’s like scoff scoff!! “she doesn’t need to know” wink wink and that irks him. it’s rude to his character and it’s rude to u. “i would never do that to her” he’s done w the convo so he turns back to the tv behind the bar, opting to watch whatever is happening there rather than the bitch beside him. but she’s still yapping! “what?? babe.. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for u!! u can’t bend your rules just a little? *batting her ugly lashes* for me..?”

he just straight up rolls his eyes at her. she looks nothing like you so— “you are far from what i’d consider beautiful” he doesn’t even turn to her as he says it— he’s done w the conversation! but this bitch starts throwing a fit. “you’re a piece of shit loser okay?? you don’t know shit about beauty!! have u looked in the mirror honey?? looking like a fucking meatball is not in style alright?? i was doing you a fucking—“ she’s going on and on. some of her comments are starting to actually hurt Miguel’s feelings a bit (w his body issues and all) he’s about to just get up and wait by the girls bathroom for you but he’s scared to be seen as a creep. he feels dread sleeping in. he doesn’t know how long he’ll have to endure this before you come back and you both can just leave. “you’re an ugly 👏🏻 mother 👏🏻 fuck👏🏻er okay sweetheart?? you—“

“i’m sorry. did you call my boyfriend sweetheart?” relief floods through him at the sound of your voice. his head whips to see you, you have a playful smile on your face— but he knows the anger hidden behind it. it sends a little shock of excitement through his body. the woman’s eyes are wide as she stares at you, like she didn’t believe him when he said he had a girlfriend. “i— sis, listen”

you cut her off “i’m definitely not your sister. go on.” she pauses for a bit— shocked at your coldness before continuing. “girl to girl. you can do so much better, okay? your man— although “loyal” he is—“ you cut her off with a genuine laugh at he way she put quotations around the word ‘loyal’. “baby? finish your drink, okay? we’re leaving soon.” you look right past the girl, barely acknowledging her presence. Miguel nods frantically and downs the rest of his beer as you turn back to the girl.

“look. he’s my boyfriend. my man. i don’t care what you have to say. i don’t care what you say he did but i bet you i can guess the entire scenario” you have a confident, almost smug look on your face that has a fire burning in Miguel’s stomach. “you.” you pause to look her up and down with a weakly suppressed laugh. “tried to get at him… and then threw a hissy fit when he rejected you.. right?” she’s obviously embarrassed, staring at her shoes with an angry look. “well he said that i was ugly.”

you’re grabbing your purse from the chair behind her as she whispers that last part. you can barely make out what it says but you’re not even surprised. “and?” is all you say before walking out with Miguel.

in the cab he’s silent, worried that you’re upset until you speak up. “sorry if i was a hit mean back there.” you laugh a bit embarrassed. you go on to say that you know you shouldn’t have been rude, that people should spread positivity and more but he has to cut you off

“that was so hot, baby.” you take in his obviously disheveled, incredibly aroused state and give him a smirk. “yeah?”

you end up jerking him off in the back of the uber 🤪

he’s super whiny, whimpering, and will not stop begging for more

when u guys get married he gets really into choking u cus it shows off his wedding band

omf you’d do something nice for him while he’s sick— like make him soup or something and he’ll get hard

“you- you made this.. for me?” you’re baffled. “yes..? Miguel you’re sick remember? oh god this is way worse than i thought… do you know where you are, baby?” he laughs. “i know where i am! i just— that’s so- that’s so sweet, baby.” you shake your head and give him a spoonful, feeding him like he’s a baby. you’re focused on his mouth, subconsciously making silly faces as you pour the soup into his mouth. he’s watching you the whole time.

after that spoonful you go for another but he takes the bowl and places it on the nightstand. “wha— you don’t like it?” he smiles and shakes his head at your immediate doubt. “i love it, baby” is all he says as he pulls you into his lap, pressing his dick into you and begging you to ride him for all he’s worth

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ponderingmoonlight · 11 months ago

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I'd love Obanai + Sanemi saving reader from a demon (like in the first episode??) You are awesome, thanks!

This escalated so quick damn, but hey, there you have a full on fic hehe - hope you enjoy <3

Sanemi saving your ass even if you don't want to

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: You knew what you got yourself into when you let a demon capture you instead of your beloved friend. Little did you know that help already arrived, viewing you as nothing but a damsel in distress until suddenly, you turn into much more...

Warnings: (y/n) fell but I fell harder, just saw the movie and it's so AHHH, honestly Sameni's voice is so mezmerizing omg, however this includes violence and language, might incluce spoilers for the movie but if you haven't seen it already you don't know what's going on anyway lol, like all my demon slayer fanfics this includes ai pics of reader so if this doesn't sit right with you, I'd suggest to not read it

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED MORE SANEMI CONTENT

Your dirty cold feet pound against the muddy floor, haunted eyes darted towards nothing but sheer darkness. You still don’t know how you managed to keep the demon from kidnapping your best friend, how you’re still alive when at this very moment, this frightful creature his hunting you down like its prey.

So many innocent young women, one after another disappeared from your village nearby. Why did you never even think about the possibility that you or even worse, a person you love could be next?

Not until now. Not until you stared into the demon’s stone-cold red orbs when it began to run after you. Not until you were the one threatened to get eaten alive.

“Run! Run and don’t look back!”

“But (y/n), you’ll get killed-“

“I won’t. Leave it to me, tell everyone to lock their doors, just don’t come back!”, you screamed on top of your lungs.

“I’m getting impatient, stupid girl. You know you will get killed, right?”

Blood rushed through your ears, body threatened to fail you.

“If you want to kill me you have to get me first, stupid demon.”

How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? You lost track of time completely with your body screaming, begging you to stop and take a break. The bitter taste of iron covers your whole mouth, blood sticks to your new Yukata like a second skin. Your mother will completely lose it when she sees the crimson discolouring on the white fabric.

“I’m having enough.”

If you ever see her again.

With a swift motion, the demon swings you over his shoulder, his claws digging into your flesh so roughly that you cry out. No, this can’t be the end. You can’t allow yourself to die like this: in the arms of a demon, without even fighting back. No one ever told you what to do, you were always able to stand up for yourself. Today will be no exception. Even if you get killed, you will fight back with everything you have.

“Shinazugawa…Something’s not right.”

Sanemi can’t help but look around, eyes meeting the countless demons around him. What the hell is this place?

“Yeah, I don’t like this, either. I’ve never seen demons swarming around like this.”

“Let me go!”, you yell, fist banging roughly against the creatures’ back while it drags you into what looks like a haunted mansion.

Your eyes widen when you feel multiple pairs of red orbs laying on your body.

“Demon slayers…”, you hear your kidnapper hiss through gritted teeth, turning his head over his shoulder.

Demon slayers? You’ve heard of them before, how they behead every demon coming their way, how desperately they fight for humanity. But…where were these demon slayers when all the girls from your village got kidnapped? Where are they when you need them the most? How absoluteley useless.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Is it the anger, the grief? With a rapid motion, you dig your nails into the eyes of the demon until he lets you fall to the ground abruptly, groaning out in visible pain.

Everything hurts, a trail of blood follows you as you drag your body against a rotten wall. You feel your body giving in, all the stress, agony and exhaustion rushing over you like a wave. But no, you can’t give up right now. Not when there’s still a slight chance for you to survive.

“You little bitch. Eat her, I will leave and get her little friend.”

Suddenly, the urge to puke becomes almost unbearable. Countless demons come near you, their teeth exposed to the harsh moonlight. No, this is not how you want to end. You can’t die getting eaten alive by these creatures. But what else are you supposed to do? There is no way out of this living hell.

Except for the destroyed window a few steps away. This is your only chance. You drag yourself up, sprint over the rotten wood underneath your naked feet and jump.

Floors into the depths.

Away from the demons, into another certain death.

“Where is the girl?”, Sanemi questions harshly, sword oh so ready to behead that bastard of a demon in front of him while heading down.

Screw this strange place and the countless demons around him, he needs to find you, needs to carry you into safety.

“The girl? She jumped out of a window in order to safe herself. She’s probably dead by now.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t knew he was holding, blank eyes staring at the stone ground his blade has crashed instead of the demon. What was this place?

No, he can’t think about this right now. As fast as his body carries him, he gets out of that cursed mansion, eyes instantly finding your falling body.

Only metres away from crushing into the ground.

Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this. But maybe this was everything you could do, dying like this is still better than getting eaten up by a demon. Where are those demon slayers? You close your tired lids, enjoy the weightlessness for a brief second. It doesn’t matter now. Hopefully, the demon is long dead before you. At least you're dragging his ass with you…

“Hey, you aren’t dead, are ya?”

That voice…A male voice, without any doubt. So harsh and tempting at the same time that you can’t help but open your eyes in confusion.

Only to be met by purple ones. Male ones, to be exact. Are those...his arms wrapped around your trembling body?

“Let me go!”, you shriek.

It seems like all power that left your body appeared again while you miserably try to fight yourself out of his arms. Who is this man? Another demon, maybe?

“I won’t let you eat me!”

“Eating you? Are you dumb, woman? I’m a demon slayer”, the man in front of you barks, his hands roughly holding onto your arms in order to stop you from hitting him again.

“A demon slayer?” you repeat.

“Yeah, the wind hashira to be exact.”

Your gaze falls from his face to his exposed chest, his toned abs. He breathes heave while still holding onto your arms. Suddenly you feel so…hot.

“You are a demon slayer.”

With a swift motion, you free one of your hands and slap him so hard that he sees stars.

“It sure took you some time to get here! What about all the other women who died here, the countless young girls that were killed by demons you did nothing about? Why did you save me!?”

“I’m wondering that too”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

Did you actually go inane? The way you look at him with your eyes completely furious, face and yukata smeared in your own blood. You can’t be serious about that, right?

“You should be thankful”, he finally hisses.

“Thankful!? YOU should be sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for saving you…you…you ungrateful thing!”

“I could have saved myself”, you argue.

“Oh, is that so?”

No, absolutely not. You would have died if it wasn’t for the wind hashira.

“Everything was under control”, you snap at him.

Nothing was under control. This was your last way out of your misery.

“Is it so hard to just be thankful?”, he argues.

“Who’s your new friend, Shinazugawa?”

“We aren’t friends”, both of you reply at once.

Your heavy breath hangs in the air, hands still clenched into fists. Deep down you know how wrong it is to snap at him, that the demon slayer corps aren’t responsible for the countless lives the demons took in this area. But still…Why does it have to be you they saved? Why not the girl next door who would have married the next day or the girl that was supposed to leave only days after she got killed? It’s not fair, it’s not enough, it’s-

You take a heavy step back when your vision starts to get foggy.

“I won’t catch that brat if she faints now”, the wind hashira grumbles.

“We both know you will.”

The last thing you see are his purple eyes before you fall straight into deep darkness.

-a few days later-

“She’s awake now, Shinazugawa. And she asked for you.”

He hates the way his heart skips a beat by hearing those innocent words from Shinobu. You didn’t leave his head. Despite the state of Oyakata-sama, despite the hashira training, despite the stinging fact that the king of demons himself will come for them, you were always on his mind. You, with your strong but feminine eyes. You, who jumped out of a window into certain death only to keep your body away from the mouths of these demons. You, who straight up slapped him. Was it your attitude that caught him off guard? He never experienced a woman saved by him being this ungrateful. Aren’t you aware of the fact that you would have died that night if it wasn’t for him?

“What do you want, brat?”

His words come out harsher than anticipated while your sight simply takes his breath away. Since he can remember, Sanemi was never interested in any women romantically. No, love is nothing but weakness, women mean nothing but trouble. But even though you glare at him with venomous eyes the second he enters the room, he can’t help but feel drawn towards you.

“You’re a hashira, right?”

Your words sound just as harsh as his, your gaze meeting his with so much strength that it is him who starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I already told you that-“

“Train me”, you interrupt him.

“I want to become a demon slayer and kick your ass.”

“You, kicking my ass?”

You grab the fabric of his uniform so roughly that he isn’t able to react, suddenly so close to you that he can feel the heat radiating from your body.

“Train me.”

“Fine brat. I’ll train you. But don’t think I’ll go easy on your ass.”

-bonus-

“Try to keep up, (y/n).”

His katana clashes into yours over and over, makes it hard to stand your ground. But still you fight back, your hands holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. You just have to win. There is absolutely no way you’ll lose against your master again.

Especially since he’s your lover.

“Are you tired yet?”, he teases you with a smirk.

“Absolutely not”, you press out while dodging another hit just in time.

This won’t help. If you continue to fight like this, he’ll sweep you off your feet like all these countless times before. But what are you supposed to do? It almost seems as if Sanemi has no weakness.

Except you.

“But you’ll be when I’m done”, you purr.

That sudden change of mood catches him completely off guard, forces him to hesitate for the split of a second.

Enough for you to sweep him off his feet, your body resting on top of his while your blade hangs into his face.

“I won”, you announce triumphally.

“You cheated”, he protests underneath you.

“Demons play dirty as well. You need to be prepared for everything-“

All it takes his one swift motion for him to position himself on top of you, body forcing you onto the ground before you’re able to catch a breath.

“Imma show you how dirty playing really works, then.”

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taijuslegalwife · 6 months ago

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Restart ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

chapter one.

imaginary friend!Baji x child! Reader

warnings: female reader, usage of female pronouns, bit of angst at the beginning, description of wounds/gore, fluff, rushed again lol

(e/c) = eye color (y/n) = your name

“I’m good, I promise.”

Those were Baji’s last words before he tiredly shut his eyes for the last time. Almost immediately his senses focused on the way he started to feel himself slip quickly away from life, feeling his warm thick blood gush out of his gaping wound in his abdomen at an alarming pace. It pained him to be forced to listen to his friends mourn and weep for him as he felt himself die. He began to feel colder and colder despite so many warm hands holding him and attempting to squeeze some life back into his body.

The last thing Baji ever had heard were sirens blaring loudly coming closer to his location and the sound of many men fleeing the scene; the feeling of one pair of hands letting him go was replaced by another who he almost immediately recognized as Kazutora’s. Baji sighed his last shallow breath before the darkness of death consumed him whole.

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When Baji heard sounds of a child playing he immediately opened his eyes, expecting to see a flashback of his life. Instead he was met with the large doe-like (e/c) eyes of a little girl. Baji immediately was stunned at how friendly this strange little girl was when he didn’t even know her. His eyes lit up in pure shock as Baji hurriedly craned his head down towards his abdomen—where his stab wound should be, but he was met with no blood, no wound, no scar even. His hand felt around where he was stabbed but felt nothing, skin as smooth and perfect as if no harm had ever come to it. Baji didn’t even realize it but he had exhaled deeply, resting his worried hand back down onto his lap as a tentative smile crawled up onto his now relaxed face.

Baji then froze again and immediately drew his attention back to the mysterious little girl. Before he could stop himself he accidentally murmured out in a confused tone, “Who the hell are you?” The little girl took no offense to Baji’s rather aggressive word choice and instead happily giggled out, “My name is (y/n)! And you are Mr.Squiggles!!”

Baji’s brows furrowed a bit as he sweat-dropped at his silly nickname this girl had given him. He blankly pointed to himself and laughed out, “Nah, that doesn’t sound like me. How about you call me by my real name? It’s Baji.” Baji doesn’t tell the random girl his first name since he didn’t expect to get close enough to her for this girl to be able to use it. She frowned for a bit before shuffling closer to him across the large fluffy pink rug resting on the brown wooden floors, grabbing hold of his hands and looking up at her new friend, “I guess I should use wrong names, huh? I hope you like being my first best friend..” He paused a bit awkwardly as the little girl grabbed hold of his cold ghostly hands; he softly eyed her for a moment before verbalizing his current thoughts bubbling inside him, “You do realize I’m dead right? I can’t be your friend.”

(Y/n) froze entirely while her large head slowly moved up as her large doe eyes focused on Baji’s face. She stopped moving entirely as she instead opted for staring at him with wide unblinking eyes and her knees tucked up to her chest as the little girl questioned him despite her increasingly pounding heart being all she could hear, “Are you haunting me? My mom talks about ghosts haunting houses all the time..” Baji’s breath stopped for a moment as he began to internally panic, not wanting the random child to begin crying. He moved his thin pale hand over to her—starting to gently stroke her hair like how his mother used to when he would throw a fit at her young age. He stopped talking for a moment as he only chose to speak when (y/n) looked more at ease with him, “Why would I haunt you? Didn’t you say I’m your friend?”

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chapter 2

omg I hope this doesn’t flop this took forever to come up with!! Anywho let me know if you want to be a part of my tag list lol

REQUESTS FOR ONE-SHOTS/ HEAD-CANNONS ARE OPEN!!

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chaotic-orphan · 3 months ago

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Whumptober No.20

Emotional angst

Shoulder to Cry On // Giving Permission to Die // “It's not your fault.”

Omg I am so behind whumptober so get ready for whump drabble dumps over the next two days

TW: suicide, suicidal whumper, suicidal ideation, suicidal ideation, aftermath of whump, bad caretaker, emotional whumpee,

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Caretaker slammed on the brakes of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition as he ran to the edge of the bridge.

“Whumpee!” He cried.

Whumpee looked over her shoulder at him, and it almost stopped him in his tracks. Her face was grey and papery, her eyes dead, lifeless. Hopeless. “Don’t… don’t try and stop me, Caretaker.”

“Whumpee, please. Please don’t do this. If you do this Whumper wins!”

“I don’t care about Whumper,” Whumpee said, her voice surprisingly calm and steady. “I don’t care about your revenge. I don’t care about any of your plans for me, using me. Get your revenge on your own. I can’t do it anymore.”

Whumpee turned her head to the icy black waters crashing five hundred feet below. She didn’t want to continue living anymore, she didn’t want to be haunted by the memories. She was sick of Caretaker only caring about her for what she could do for him. He was just like Whumper.

Hell, maybe he’s worse.

It didn’t matter now.

She didn’t have anyone other than Caretaker left in her life. What did that say about her? That nobody would care if she actually died except maybe Caretaker, he would have to rethink his revenge, and… god, Whumper would probably care too and it made her sick.

“Whumpee, don’t. Wait, it’s not your fault!”

Whumpee let out a sharp, cutting laugh into the night air. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the strands. She was staring so long at the waters that it felt like the distance was shorter, moving in and out, longer then closer like an accordion drawing in and out.

How was her balance so good? How was she not falling from the railing right now? Why hadn’t she jumped already?

“Whumpee… please. Please, you don’t want to do this.”

Whumpee scoffed, glaring at the sky instead. Then with the feline grace of a cat she turned 180 degrees in place to face Caretaker.

“WHUMPEE!” Caretaker screamed when Whumpee tipped back, her knees bent as she flapped her arms to keep herself up. He was closer now, a hair’s breath away but Whumpee saved herself, like she always did. Her eyes burned now with something so like a wrathful god’s ire, something that stilled Caretaker and made him pause.

“Be fucking honest for once in your life, Caretaker!” Whumpee spat. Caretaker straightened, his chest heaving, his hands still outstretched but no longer reaching, now they were cajoling, trying to calm the beast that he woke in Whumpee. “You don’t give a shit about me. The only reason you’re here right now is because you need me to hurt Whumper for you.”

Caretaker swallowed. “Yes,” he said and Whumpee suppressed the flinch at the confirmation of their worst fears. “At first you were just a means to an end, Whumpee. Someone I could use to destroy Whumper once and for all, but then, I don’t know when, but something— something changed between us.”

Whumpee glared as he stepped closer but she didn’t say anything, the wind pulling and yanking at her dark hair.

“I know you felt it too, right? That’s why this hurts so much. You think I betrayed you like Whumper did.”

“No! Not like her.” Whumpee said, and her voice sounded strangely emotional to her ears, or maybe it was the wind. “I always knew she was a monster, but you? I trusted you.”

“I know.”

“And all this time I find out that I’m just a pawn in your game.”

“Whumpee, you don’t understand. That was the old plan, before I—”

“Oh, so you were going to tell me in this new plan, were you?” Caretaker hesitated. Whumpee scoffed, throwing her hands up. “I knew it. You’re so full of shit. I won’t be Whumper bait, Caretaker, and it is disgusting that you would consider asking that of me.”

“Please, Whumpee, please get off the railings and we can talk, please. We can talk like we did before, okay? I’ll be your shoulder to cry on and I’ll tell you everything from here on out, just please,” he pleaded, his voice breaking, “get off the rail.”

Whumpee shook her head. “You’re just saying that because—”

“I’d rather you be alive than get my revenge on Whumper, Whumpee,” Caretaker cut in, his voice hard, brokering no argument. The words pulled at Whumpee’s chest. “Please, please get down. We can talk about this, Whumpee, I promise you. I’d give up the idea of revenge before I ever considered giving you up. Please, please don’t go.”

Caretaker was below her now, stretching his hand up for her to take, and— oh, Caretaker was tearing up. The tears not quite falling yet, and Whumpee sniffed and took his hand. He gently set her down on the ground and immediately wrapped her in his arms.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Caretaker said. Whumpee rest her forehead against his shoulder and slowly, terribly slow, she raised her arms and wrapped them around his waist. She didn’t say anything, because she didn’t have to. They both stayed there for how long she didn’t know or care. She could hear his heartbeat against her ear and that was enough for now.

It had to be enough.

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writtenontheport · 1 year ago

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Lockwood falling in love with the type three ghost of a girl.

That's it.

That's the ask.

The Haunted Boy and His Ghostly Girlfriend

Prologue

(pt. 1) (pt. 2)

Anthony Lockwood x fem reader

Warnings/Tags: Reader is in this for like 2 paragraphs, Romcom 😭, Ik you gave me angst but everything I touch turns romcom I’m so sorry, George gets mad at Lockwood for a bit, Old people clients, mentions of death, Reader is literally a fucking ghost 😭, please tell me if there’s anything I forgot to tag

Notes: I absolutely adored this request omfg. When I saw it, I just KNEW I had to write it omg. This is— this needs to be multipart I’m so sorry. I can’t get it out of my head that he’ll have a little ghostly girlfriend PLEASE ITS SO CUTE IN MY HEAD. Also; very badly edited!! I was exhausted when I first posted this and am still currently combing through it for errors.

Summary: It starts, as all things do here: with a meetcute, the undead, and maybe a bit of tomfoolery. It goes, as it almost never does, with meeting the undead love of his life. What a big day for Anthony Lockwood.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Lockwood is staring into the eyes of the most breathtaking girl he has ever seen, and she isn’t even alive anymore. The girl looks as she probably did when she was alive; a beautiful face with only the most kissable lips he has ever seen in his life, not that he ever could kiss her. He should be calling for Lucy and George— yelling for them to tell them he’s found their ghost, but instead…

“Hi,” He says, clearing his throat, “I’m Anthony. Anthony Lockwood of Lockwood and co. You’re a ghost.”

He winces when your frown deepens, and feels bad immediately for blurting that out. Before he can apologize, he sees you mouthing something and realizes quite late that he does in fact need Lucy and George here to be able to talk to you.

“I can’t really hear you, sorry. I have… my friend can though. Just a second—“

Before we can go forward, we have to go back a little to just before this began. So let’s start with a fact: even with Skull being able to talk with Lucy, Lockwood still had his reservations on type threes. Type ones and type twos were the predictable result of certain situations— murders, death by illness, accidents, and all the “good” things that made the visitors more likely to visit. Type threes? It took the literal manifestation of the actual thing for him to even accept they existed. Suffice to say, Lockwood didn’t think he could ever fully warm up to the idea of a ghost he couldn’t understand.

Then one day, a case comes to him with a rather peculiar situation. The living don’t often find themselves attached to the undead, especially ones with no relation to them. The Thistlebrows prove to be an exception. The case? Their family ghost is lonely now that their granddaughter’s been sent away.

Lucy and George have stepped out for supplies when the old Thistlebrow couple stops by, so he takes them to the sitting room and prepares them tea. From the first word that comes out of them, Lockwood thinks he’s having some sort of hallucinogenic episode.

That’s more of an exaggeration actually as it seemed reasonably normal at first; strong presence, solid apparition visible enough that even in their old age they could see wisps of it lurking. Nothing more than a stubborn spectre, he was sure. Then—

“It’s an old house,” Mrs. Thistlebrow croons, sipping her cup of tea. “We’ve only lived in it for a few years, and we doubt we’ll be able to keep her company for much longer.”

“I’m sorry?” Lockwood asks, genuinely confused. He was sure he must have misheard them, before Mr. Thistlebrow spoke.

“We don’t know where she is, really, nor have we ever fully seen her… but our granddaughter is taken with her. We thought at first she just had an imaginary friend, but then…” He pulls out a polaroid.

There was nothing in the photo worth noting— a pair of shoes on the windowsill of an open window. The flash of the camera didn’t illuminate past the frame, but that was expected for a photo taken so late. He keeps a patient smile on his face, but he nods slowly with his brow furrowed in worry.

“The window was locked when we left the room. It’s too tall for our granddaughter to reach, and nothing was moved before or after this picture was taken— at least not by the living. Our granddaughter had asked her to open it to prove to us she was real, and the ghost left her shoes on the windowsill to hammer it in.” He leaves the photo in front of Lockwood, pulling back into the seat.

Lockwood’s brow scrunches in confusion as the gears turn in his head. Many type twos form apparitions, but poltergeists do not. Incidentally, only poltergeists can interact with heavy objects and the window certainly wouldn’t have been light. It looked to be a thick pane of glass with a metal on wood frame, pushed open farther than a stray breeze could push it.

“How old is your granddaughter?” He asks, his own voice distant to him. The photo makes something in him itch to solve the case.

“Just turned 7,” Mrs. Thistlebrow says with a click of her tongue, bringing a hand up to her wrinkly cheek. “Her parents sent off abroad when they realised she had Talent; didn’t want her having anything to do with the Problem. Heart broken, she was. The ghost was her first best friend.”

The Thistlebrows look genuinely devastated at that, and Lockwood bites back an incredulous frown. Oh the story he has for Lucy and George when they come back, absolutely mental it all is.

“We know this might be a lot to ask, but we’ll pay you as much as you need to keep the ghost company. Our granddaughter was so devastated knowing the poor girl would be lonely without her, and we certainly couldn’t talk to her no matter how much we tried.” Mr. Thistlebrow picks an envelope from his suit pocket, and slides it across the table to Lockwood. It’s a thick thing with obviously quite a bit of cash, and a cheque is peeking out from where the lip has opened.

Now, he could absolutely refuse the case. The agency was stable and the cases they have lined up were far less troublesome than finding and keeping another possible type-three ghost; George would even call him stupid for not refusing it right away, but…

“We’ll do it. You both have nothing to worry about,” He says instead, reassuring as he can be as he pulls on the lapels of his jacket. Mr. and Mrs. Thistlebrow’s faces split into smiles, and Lockwood can’t find it in him to regret his decision.

“—And you took the case?” George says, all but yelling as he leans over the table to stare wide-eyed at Lockwood. Lucy’s frozen in her seat, her pen still on the thinking cloth.

“I authenticated the money, and they offered to meet us at the house as soon as we can if there were any more issues with compensation.” He takes a spoonful of supper, and hums in delight. “You’ve really outdone yourself today, George.”

“That’s not the problem, Lockwood,” George hisses, always so dour. He doesn’t settle down into his seat, even going so far as to cross his arms in disapproval. Still, he mumbles out a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Did they say anything else?” Lucy finally speaks up, her eyes still on the thinking cloth. It’s good she’s at least started doodling again, so Lockwood manages to look back up at both of them (which is very hard when George is glaring at him so severely).

“Their granddaughter’s name is Pepper, thought it might help us if we pretended to be her friends at least. It…” He pauses, tapping his spoon against his supper as he thinks of the right way to say it, “As far as they know, it isn’t aggressive and seems cooperative. They even— actually, wait.”

He pulls out the polaroid from his inner pocket, looking it over (even though he knows nothing would have changed) before sliding it to the center of the table. Lucy and George both lean in to have a look, coming back to stare at him in confusion.

“It was able to unlock and push the window open, then left the girl’s shoes on the windowsill to further prove it existed. Not only that, but both the Thistlebrows have said it is a rather heavy window too high up for their granddaughter to reach.” He takes another bite of his dinner, watching their expressions morph.

“But they said it had an apparition?” George asks first, seeming on the edge of worried and heavily intrigued. “Spectres can’t interact with heavy objects, but poltergeists can’t have apparitions. This ghost can’t exist unless it really was…”

Lucy is deep in deliberation as her eyes flit to somewhere out of the kitchen; the skull, Lockwood realizes quickly. “If this is a type three… and it was cooperative…”

A pregnant pause fills the room, only the ticking of a faraway clock echoing about the walls. George settles into his seat with a sigh, finally picking up his utensils. Lucy, rests her hands in her lap. They all look up and at each other, waiting for a beat, before falling into a quiet supper. They were definitely going to have to see this through now.

So here Lockwood finds himself in front of the house that starts and ends it all; that houses what might just be the strangest thing to happen in his haunted life. He meets you in a flurry of strange things— through a polaroid of an open window, a ghost goose case, and then meeting the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen— before he finds himself asking:

“Would you like to come home with us?”

You nod quickly in surprise, your eyes shining in mirth and other-light. He doesn’t even need Lucy to translate that as anything but a firm ‘yes’.

A/N: Everything I touch… turns to romcoms… I am like King Midas of romcoms PLEASE.

Also! Starting a silly taglist, just somehow reach out if you’d like to be added!!

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tending-the-hearth · 11 months ago

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Yes to all of that!! I’ll help write the thesis because I too love their relationship in the films.

Another moment that stands out to me is Peter openly crying for Edmund when he realizes how hurt he is and that he may lose him. To everyone else he’s this strong and magnificent warrior and leader, but in that moment he’s just Peter who promised his mum he’d keep his siblings safe. I can’t imagine the intense fear he must have been experiencing, knowing that there was a very real chance that promise could be broken.

(omg so so sorry it took me forever to answer this i got the flu and it knocked me tf out lmao)

LITERALLY INSANE OVER THEM LIKE MR WILLIAM MOSELEY HAD NO RIGHT FOR HIS ACTING TO BE THAT INSANELY PERFECT IN THAT MOVIE

that's one of the things i absolutely adore in the first movie. for the first half, Peter is so obsessed with taking his father's place, fitting that role because that's what he's expected to do. he can't be the big brother, he has to be the dad. and once they're in Narnia and they hear the prophecy, now Peter has to be king, so that's his role, and he has to do that perfectly or else something will go wrong.

and it isn't until Edmund's come back, and Peter's seen that he's safe, and all his siblings are safe, that he settles back into that big brother position. literally the first thing he says to Edmund when he gets back is a joke, his focus is totally back on his siblings, even him trying to convince them to go home is from the point of view of a big brother.

and Peter seeing Edmund lying on that battlefield, it's the moment where of course he's in complete shock and completely and utterly helpless. He's a teenager, he's not supposed to be seeing war like his father is, it's one of the only moments we get of him acting like a child, being terrified and looking for someone older, someone more responsible to take the reins. He's able to help his siblings to a point, but he can't bring his little brother back from the dead. and that's where his fear comes from.

that's also another short i've been planning on writing, on Mr. Pevensie coming home and seeing the same haunted fear that he sees in his soldier friends' eyes echoed in the eyes of his children...

(and we get that same parallel of "king learning to be a big brother again" in the second movie, with the shift happening more towards the end after Peter faces off against Jadis, and Edmund stops her, and he has the talk with Lucy!)

#hearth overanalyzes #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie

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moonsorchid · 10 months ago

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Rewatching ep.30 of Love Between Fairy and Devil and blogging my reaction

(because I guess I want you to suffer with me?)

What is that feeling called when you miss something, but at the same time you are fully aware it's going to break your heart to pieces?

Well, that's what I am feeling now as I am starting this episode. And yes, I use sarcasm and silly humor, that will definitely not make you laugh, to deal with my emotions, so consider yourself warned.

(spoilers ahead)

So the episode begins with Xiao Lanhua looking at fabrics for her wedding dress. Imagine watching this for the first time and thinking "we are definitely getting a happy wedding, everything will be OK"

Whenever I see them walking on this balcony? platform? what would you call this? I always wonder how many people have fallen out of pure clumsiness. Why are there no railings? So if you are close to the edge and you accidentally stumble, ooops you are gone, buh bye

"Between Shangque and I, who is more stupid?" - Future Moon Queen of Cangyan Sea

Xiao Lanhua is taking DFQC's measurements for his wedding outfit. He tells her the war is coming, but she is in denial (just as I am - everything is fine, everything will be just perfect)

"No matter what happens, we face it together" *melting*

DFQC is sitting by her side as she is sleeping – which is the cutest thing ever – but she has a sort of nightmare with Chidi. She tells her that only one of them can survive. When she wakes up, DFQC is so worried. I am struggling inside, because I want him to tell her all about the bracelet. I know he can’t and that there would be no sense in doing so, but I just hate that he is keeping her in the dark.

Aaaand that’s the moment the evil Qi enters DFQC through his eyes.

DFQC is waving his sword against Tai Sui (he mainly strikes the air around him) and all I can think is how HOT he is while doing so.

I love love watching them like this

I would never imagine while watching the first episodes that there would come a time when Xiao Lanhua would tell Changheng that meeting her is inappropriate and ask him to leave.

“I am Xiao Lanhua, not the Goddess of Xishan.” These words will haunt me during the next episodes

“Tomorrow’s wedding is not your destiny.” Seriously? Just leave my babies alone! *pouting*

“Why can’t I love someone and the people at the same time?” My goodness, this is heartbreaking :(

Xishan is so beautiful

She loves him, she loves him sooooo much that not even the god turtle can stop her or Changheng or anyone.

Poor Changheng trying to badmouth DFQC to make her stay with him. Oh well

OMG, XUNFENG I SWEAR IF YOU KEEP TALKING -

Xunfeng takes her to the fake Arbiter Hall to imprison her, and yes, I hate him again (our love story is a rollercoaster, enemies to lovers to enemies), but what I notice also is that the sky is black and there is lightning and thunder. DFQC is not well :(

“Luckily I am smart.” I love you, Xiao Lanhua

Not them destroying the beautiful flowers :(

You take too much pleasure in this, Xunfeng

Great, you’ve made my girl sad, are you happy now????

For some reason I can’t hate Jieli. At least I know she is in pain. She does not like at all what she has to do. She hates herself first before anyone else can hate her.

And now Xiao Lanhua has gone to DFQC and he is hostile. It’s like watching his emotions being ripped away for the second time.

No :(

How did he find the courage to speak to her like this? I know I know why he did it, to save her blah blah blah, but still. I am telling you it feels like his emotions are being removed all over again. I hate it, I HATE IT

My heart is broken indeed:( See you for the much dreaded episode 31

Bonus: drinking game every time you read the word “hate” in this post

#sorry it took me so much time to rewatch this episode #i have sprained a muscle and it hurts like hell #better now but still on the mend #hopefully it won't take me this long for the next episode #thank you for reading #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #rewatching #mine #ep.30 #orchid's reactions

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littlestar3737 · 1 month ago

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EXPACIØ

story starts with a 7 foot tall man with no mouth named Choforo holding his axe on his left hand and on his right hand he was holding his daughter April hand she has eyes that can see ghosts, they both were looking for two mens to take revenge on for their past, they found a old haunted lab it looked like a was left behind from a explosive, the father and daughter was looking for a entrance but they found many hole but they didn’t know which one was the right one, until Choforo remember the way.

They both walked through the hall, it smelled like Rats, Sadness, Death and Rages. April was unfazed by the smells or the roiling bodies on the floors, Choforo was worried about his daughter and telling her if she was to go back, “are you sure flower?” Said Choforo worried about the site “yes” answer April “you’re sure because I’m worried, this place was hell when i was here and i don’t want you to see that with your young eyes” Choforo was very worried and thinking about taking her back home, “Father! I said i was fine, I’m not a little girl anymore, anyway I want to get rid from this dumb thing from my eyes and you need to kill the mens who did it!” April was a cold girl who didn’t care about anyone feeling but Choforo was a caring soul who cared about other like a Big Brother.

Choforo stopped at a white roiling Door it smells like a Bar and madness, Choforo opened the Door and looked inside, he saw two men dancing and drinking “OoOoOoOh PrEtTy LiTtLe LaDy WhO cAn SoNGgGg!” Yelled one of the men “SHHHH tHe RaTs CaN hEaR!” Yelled the man “nO tHeY cAn’T, tHeY dOn’T hAvE eArS!” Yelled the men 1 “ yEs ThEy Do, It On ThE bUtT!” Man 2 yelled back, both men were yelling at each other about rats and their ears, April couldn’t hold her laugh anymore and she yelp.

Both men looked at the Door until Choforo walked in to faces the mens, the mens faces were scarred by Choforo “sp-083! Look how much you grown up, you look like your ummm…” said man 1 “YOUR DAD YEAH YOUR DADDY” yelled the men 2 “really… you both are so pathetic by the way my named is Choforo and I’m here to fix my Daughter eyes” said Choforo wanting to go back “DAUGHTER OMG YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER UMM ARE THEY ARE GRANDPAS BECAUSE WE’RE YOUR DADS OMG A STARS WARS MOVEMENT” Yelled men 2 being annoying “Dr. P and Dr. White i need you to fix me and my daughter now!” Said Choforo angered at the fact they were not taking it seriously and he wanted to get it over with and kill them.

“Of course, umm Choforo! We’ll fixes you guys in lightning speed” said Dr. white scared of Choforo because he knew that Choforo can beat them into a meat patty, Dr. White was a man in his 40s who always has a full head of white hair from stress, he’s thin and tall with rose tinted glasses bigger than his face, meanwhile Dr. P was a sassy man with long white hair and gray skin but his eye were a gloomy purple and smell like alcohol, both men were married with each other and the Relationship was rocky. “Ok Ok you want us to fix our mistake from experience we did to you when you were a child and to fix your daughters eyes because you don’t want her to see ghosts, correct?” Said Dr. White “Yes that’s right whitey” respond Choforo “Dad! Its stinks here, I want to get it over with!” Complain April “Geez the kid is a brat” mumbled Dr. P, Choforo throw his axe Dr. P as a threat and Dr. P understood it and back away troubling.

“ let not throw axes in here, the place is already unstable enough” said Dr. White already annoyed with the two “ whatever” mumbled Choforo “Father like Daughter, am I right” said Dr. white jokingly, Dr. P when closer to April to see her Eyes “White pupils I see, very normal with medium these days, I think we can do something else with you guys” said Dr. P “like what?” Said Choforo curiously. “We have a few paranormal activities here and we want to get rid of them, because it’s creeping us out!” Said Dr. White “So you want to use my little flower for a dumb experiment and not fixes HER EYES” yelled Choforo angrily “NO NO nooo Sp- I mean Choforo we want to make a deal, we get our ghost out here and after we fix your daughters eyes” laughed Dr. P nervously, while the men chatted April when and explored the abandoned laboratory she saw a lot of disturbing things, she saw remains of animal and humans everywhere every corner was cover of it, April stopped at the hallway it went into the first door she saw, she entered the room and saw a skeleton hanging from a ceiling with a rope around its neck April thought it was funny “ like a Christmas ornament” April giggled she left the room and went on the next one, the next door was a nursery which each crib there was a skeleton and a nest full with dead baby rats “I hate babies!” April said disgustingly with each door she went inside.

she would complain about the looks and smell of it. “ I thought those men would clean out the place a bit” she mumbled with the very last door of the hallway, this door had a odd smell, April Groom, more curious about the room behind the door she grabbed the knob and twisted it and peaked inside she saw a 6 foot creature it had a body of a maggot but a face of a kitten and the eyes of a goat, April thought it was cute but what you mean closer she backed away because of the smell “ Jesus smells like cigarettes in there!” she yelped the creature hurt and jumped at her, April reacted fast to the creature and ran away screaming “AHHH DADAAA!”

meanwhile, with the men they were chatting about April and what they’re gonna do with her, until Chofor heard something, a scream? he thought he looked around for April and he didn’t see her then he realized that that was April yelling and rush to her aid “APRIL WHERE ARE YOU!” Yelled Choforo running to the hallway “you think she found Gigi?” Said Dr. White “most definitely she did, but I think it wouldn’t eat her” said Dr P drinking his last beer, Choforo was running everywhere looking for April and yelling her name he thought the wrong way his daughter was hurt but death was not a option, on his right he heard April yelling and he ran that direction “APRIL ARE YOU OKAY!” Cried out Choforo “THERE IS A MONSTER DAD!” Cried April finally Choforo found April crying in a corner of an old sleeping rooms “this room…” said Choforo hugging April “I want to go home” said April crying in Choforo shirt “I know flower but it’s too late” said Chofor comforting April “I don’t care about my eyes, I just want to go home!” cried April suddenly they heard the strange creature running through the hallway looking for its prey, suddenly a voice yelled out to stop the creature and they were silenced throughout the hallway Dr. P and Dr. White when are the room that Chofor and April were at.

“I see that you found Gigi” said Dr. P lightning a cigarette “wait is that lil G!?” Yelled Choforo “yup and now she’s our living trashcan” laughed Dr. White, Chofor ran at both men and grab their neck by his hand “ a living trashcan? how about I make you two into a skin jacket!” laughed Chofor then Chofor with his full strength he started choking the man both of them were kicking and crying then April hugged her father‘s leg symbol to stop Choforo I saw this and stopped, dropping both men to the ground

both of them were panting to catch their breath “wow you sure have some arm strength” painted Dr. P “ a gorilla grip” continued Dr. White, Dr P helped Dr. White to get up “okay let’s go to my lad and starts the experience” said Dr. White they agreed and went onto the laboratory, Choforo got a eerie feeling about everything there was too many memories from the past, too much trauma.

I took them five minutes to finally reach the lavatory and the whole way April was complaining “I thought this place was small but it five minutes to go here to there” complain, April “yup I remember when it was longer” responded Chofor “ the building got smaller after dirt explosion” replied Dr. P “ I remember those days like yesterday” said Dr. White remembering the “good times”

“We’re here and oh boy where do we start” giggle Mr. White the whole room was covered in mold and rust and vines there was a hole on the ceiling to see the moonlight a huge bite mark was on the side of the door leading to the freezer “ well we haven’t been here in a while” said Dr. P looking kind of disappointed Chofor went closer to the middle of the room. I saw a metal bed i’m gonna flashback from the past April rush to her father to comfort for him “it’s okay I’m fine flower” said Choforo to make sure that April won’t worry about him “it smells like poop in here” said Dr. P pricing his nose “yeah cuz it’s our poop room” giggled Dr. White, Choforo looked around and the memories were just running in his mind, Choforo almost stared crying for fear but Choforo remember why he was here, why his daughter was here WHY the man were here.

“Dr. White an Dr. P do the experiments and fix my little flower eyes’ said Choforo crying… “Okie doki lollipop let’s do this” said Dr. White, April was a laying on the table she was cold but not scared of the experience or the needles they’re going to put in her eyes but she felt uneasy when she looked at her right because she saw her mother but she knew that she’s fake and that everything is fake the ghost she was seeing since she was young or the memories of her mother everything was fake to her and April thought the man were fake also her farther she didn’t realize that her father touch’s was real so April thought the “experience” was not real, she was just laying on the table, Choforo knew that April thinks everything was fake so he was patient to her like a flower.

While April was going to sleep Dr. white walked to Choforo “hey son I know this is scary for you but I promise everything will work” said Dr. White comforting Choforo “I’m just scared for her cuz of the past, you did experiment on me and I’m scared” said Choforo crying.

“Shh it’s okay i weren’t do the same mistake” said Dr. White then Dr. White nodded to Dr. P to start the process one by one they put needles and cutting April Eyes but this is time they’re were serious their past was haunting them and they wanted to do something right for the last time because they knew that today was their last day on earth and first day to hell so they were very careful with April, After 2 hours the experience was a success and they Dow their head “we’re done Choforo” said Dr.P crying

Dr. White give April to Choforo; Choforo was calmer and knew the next step “we’re sorry’ said Dr. White and Dr. P holding hands “I’m sorry too” said Choforo, finally Choforo killed the man with his axes and both Choforo an April went home “daddy?” Said April to Choforo “shh it’s okay Flower we’re going home”.

THE END

#gacha character #oc lore #my ocs #story #short story #gothic story

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liquorisce · 1 year ago

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Ris, I don’t know if you listen to Lana Del Rey but “Sad girl” is so older Eren x younger Mikasa coded. Like imagine young broke twenty something Mikasa who is the mistress of wealthy Eren Yeager in his late thirties married to Lara Tybur, who comes from a family of old money.

When Lara dies Eren proposes too and moves Mikasa into his giant house so fast he’s practically begging people to talk about it. So now she finds herself trying to appear more grown up when she’s around his friends and coworkers. Feeding into the nasty gossip other women in Eren’s life say about her when they think she’s not around. Trying to pretend she’s not being haunted by his dead wife.

And the image of Mikasa coming downstairs where Eren is waiting to take her to a very important dinner. He watches her come down with far too much make up on, dark eyes and red lips, dressed in pearls and diamonds with a sleek low bun and to his complete horror - one of his wife’s black dresses.

Anyway when Lana says “watch what you say to me” all I see is a teary eyed Mikasa with her soon-to-be husbands big hands holding her face as he tries to get his baby’s lips to stop trembling

omg im so sorry i havent been around here, and didn’t see ur message. but goddamn, i hadn’t heard this song before, and now i’m OBSESSED?

everything you said is CORRECT and GENIUS! also the heartbreak and secret thrill of being the side girl is just delicious. He probably had a little apartment for her and everything, something he begged her to move into just so they could meet at his convenience (more often). And you know, for kicks, lets make him a proper dilf— forties or nothing, yo.

I can imagine when she walks down the stairs dressed that way, the house help are all staring and whispering to each other. Can you imagine the audacity of this girl? Miss Tybur’s body is barely cold in the ground and this woman had already taken her place in her home, her bed, and now in her clothes. But they can’t say much when Eren grasps her hand so firmly and proudly in his, and bends down for a quick kiss. He was never one to display any affection for Lara publicly, so when he tells Mikasa she looks pretty, and winds a hand around her waist before pulling her towards their car, they have no choice but to suck it up.

Although perhaps Eren might tell her they ought to go shopping sometime soon so she can get some clothes that are more her style ;)

#ask box conversations #feelings-whore #eremika

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abiiors · 1 year ago

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👑 🍓 👍🎯 🍆 💜

👑 -top 5 1975 songs?

(picking my fav from each album) - antichrist, a change of heart, love it if we made it, me & you together song, when we are together

🍓 -what is your fav 1975 fic you've read? is it a one-shot or a series?

ruins by @yourtouchismidas

👍 -what's your fav 1975 fic you've written?

answered this before, but it's haunt // bed !!!

🎯 -are you working on anything right now? can we get a sneak peek?

working on so many things rn omg but yes, here you go --

he walks into the tiny kitchen and sees her on her toes, stretching and struggling to get a coffee mug down. a red one. the same one she’d used yesterday. shamelessly, he staggers to a stop at the threshold, watching her lean against the counter and wiggle her fingertips in the air as if that would magically summon the mug. her calf muscles are pulled taut and visible in the dress she’s wearing. each time she stretches, ross sees a flash of her thighs. with some amusement, he also notices that there are at least two mugs near the coffee machine—one plain black and one with a swirly pattern. but she hasn’t cast either of them a single glance. so she’s a stubborn girl, someone who knows what she wants. “need some help?” in the early morning stillness of the kitchen, his voice comes out a bit too loud and a moment later she startles, whipping her head to look at him and hand coming up to her thudding chest. “christ!” she gasps loudly, closing her eyes and opening them again to look at him properly. “ross–shit! sorry, you scared me a bit is all.” he can’t help the way his eyes linger on her face—big, wide eyes and scarlet mouth parted open as she blows out a breath. when he starts walking towards her, she stays in her spot, practically transfixed on him as he comes closer. ross stops right in front of her, their bodies so close that another inch and he would be pressing into her, or rather pushing her body back against the kitchen counter. with some satisfaction, he also realises how he towers over her—almost a head taller and practically twice her size. her breath catches in her throat when he reaches for the mug, pulling it out and setting it next to her. but he makes no move to step back, not until she finally looks up at him instead of just staring at his chest.

🍆 -(18+) favourite smut fic on 1975 tumblr?

dftlc by @lottiecrabie

💜 -what inspired you to join 1975 tumblr?

i just wanted an outlet for my writing and idk one day i just decided to write and post lmao. and also this is a loooonnggg time ago but @maxverstappensflatbrim posted something about how there are no sober fluffy matty fics and i was like yeah this is it, this is my calling.

#asks #chatty asks #ask games #nika

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nyoomfruits · 2 years ago

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Heard you were hunting for plant fiasco story, and I will give you one but first, I shall fangirl:

OMG YOUR STORY IS SO GOOD I READ IT FIVE TIMES SINCE IT WAS POSTED 🥹🥹🥹🧡

Now for the plant fiasco: my current office has the unkillable ZZ plants scattered through the office to make it look less soul sucking, and we also have a in-house chill garden with vines and philodendrons all over the room and walls. My colleague knows nothing about plants and every time I touch one, like inspecting the leaves or something she tells me to stop because it might be poisonous 😅 so I decided to play a joke on her with our other colleague. Basically we booked out all three floors of meeting rooms in the building and left only the chill garden free so when she needed a meeting room for the day she had to book the only free one. Then we talked really loud with receptionist about the poisonous plants inside the garden (there are none) while the colleague was in there and had the meeting and could hear every single word. She was visibly sweating and looking around… And as we were talking, a leaf fell down from one of the plants on the table and I kid you not, she screamed bloody murder and jumped away, running out of the room. Everyone present was dying from laughing 😂 since then, we cannot have meetings in the chill garden 😅

Hope you don’t me vomiting my equivalent of plant fiasco on you but this was the most evil in-house thing I’ve done 😂🫣

okay first of all this is SO funny oh my god, i can't believe she fell for that??? also the PREP that went into this i'm mad impressed this is a jim from the office kind of dedication to office pranks and i love it

second of all. i couldn't stop thinking about how this was abosutely something charles from the fake dating au would do??? and then i accidentally ended up writing what's essentially an epilogue for the fic so uuuuh... here you go????

Max is just putting the pasta into boiling water, when he hears the front door open and close, and the sounds of someone taking off their shoes and coat. Seconds later, Charles appears in the kitchen, smiling widely.

“Hey, babe,” he says, making his way over to Max and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey,” Max says, stirring his onions, “how was work?”

Charles’s grin widens as he hops up onto the counter to sit next to where Max is cooking. “You know how it’s been a bit boring now Cecile finally stopped believing the coffee machine is haunted?” Charles’s eyes are sparkling with mischief.

Max sends Charles a knowing look. “What did you do?”

“Me?” Charles asks, all faux innocent. Max raises an eyebrow. Charles grins. “We kind of convinced her all of the plants in that one garden themed meeting room were poisonous.”

Max tries very hard to look unimpressed and stoic about it, but he can’t help but the corners of his mouth turning up. “You are evil, you know that?”

Charles hums. “And you love me for it,” he says, leaning forward and capturing Max’s lips in a quick kiss.

“Unfortunately,” Max says, laughing when Charles squeaks indignantly. Max adds bell peppers and zucchini to the pan and stirs them around a little. “I cannot believe its literally your last week at there and you’re spending it riling Cecile up.”

“I want to go out doing what I love most,” Charles says, swinging his legs a little and grinning cheekily. “Plus, the second I start studying engineering after the summer its going to be all work and no play, so I think I deserve this little bit of fun before that.”

Max hums, and stirs in a few tablespoons of Boursin. Charles tries to stick his finger in the sauce that’s forming in the pan and Max swats his hand away. “You know I’m proud of you, right? For taking that step?”

Charles rolls his eyes, but his smile is fond. “You’ve only told me like, a million times.”

“Well consider this million and one,” Max says, moving away from the pan to let the sauce simmer for a bit, stepping in between Charles’s legs. His hands come to rest on Charles’s knees, and he leans forward so his nose brushes against Charles’s. Charles goes cross-eyed trying to look at him. “I am proud of you,” he whispers, in that small space between them, and then leans forward and captures Charles lips in a soft, slow kiss.

He remembers their first kiss, suddenly. That kiss in Miami, that wasn’t real but felt like it. This one feels real and it is. Max will probably never get over that, how this is something he gets to have now, after almost a year of thinking it was only ever going to be a fantasy. He pulls away, leans his forehead against Charles’s. For a moment they just stand there, in their kitchen, breathing each other in.

Eventually, Max pulls away. “Hey, that reminds me,” he says, “You never told me about the office plant fiasco that made the finance department so mad.”

Charles frowns and then his eyes light up. “Oh, you’re right, I haven’t! God, that’s such a good story actually-“

“Do you smell burning?” Max interrupts him, and then turns to his pasta sauce with a panic, which is bubbling rather violently. “Fuck,” Max says, rushing over to stir it. The damage is done, and it definitely is a little burnt in places, but it should still be edible. At the same time, the timer beeps for the pasta, and Charles takes the pan from the stove to drain it, as Max finishes the pasta sauce.

It’s not until they’re in bed, hours later, Charles snoring peacefully beside him, when Max realizes Charles never ended up telling him about the office plants.

#also!!!! im glad you liked the fic thank you ;-;#lestappen #silly me (to fall in love with you)#drabble

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kaizsche · 2 years ago

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I DID IT

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OHMYGOSH?!!!!!!!?!1?!! MASTER HELLO HI OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! <3 (have u aced ur finals? i know u did---ok so idk what fic to give you omg... since i always spill my wips to u AAAAAAAAAA) anyways here's another angsty scene from yet another angsty fic inspired by the awesome, mindblowing, heartbreaking strange by celeste. (I AM 101% SURE I HAVENT SENT THIS ONE TO YOU YET... BUT IF I DID IM GONNA KICK MYSELF TO MUSTAFAR. LIKE FR.)

“Since the Salvatores can’t be trusted we decided to call another person to help you.”

Elena wasn’t so sure she could trust Caroline either. The only vampires they ever trusted were out of the equation. Considering Caroline’s nervous tick resurfacing—tapping her foot anxiously on the ground and the errant pounding of her heart like drums thrumming in her ear, Elena could tell that she won’t be happy in the least whoever Caroline invited to help her out.

A pair of beating hearts could be heard outside. Caroline rushes to the door to alleviate the tension. Bonnie comes in first with a shy wave and a sheepish smile.

“Come in, please.”

The smile falls from her lips.

Elijah appears from behind Bonnie’s statued frame. “Hello again.”

“I don’t need to be taught,” Snaps Elena, her figure poised like an alarmed deer and hopes Caroline and Bonnie could sense her fury and vitriol. She had told them about Elijah from the beginning up until the end. They knew the wound he left behind, that deep scar that would not heal. How could they do this to her?

“Elena, please.” Caroline pleads, stopping her from ascending the stairs with her vampire speed. She hates it. Hates Elijah’s silence, the way he would look at her with pity and guilt. He does not deserve to feel guilty with what he did to her—what his sister did to her—what his inamorata did to Jeremy.

“No. I’d rather call Damon instead.” Elena smiles, a cruel smile like Katherine’s wishing it would haunt Elijah.

(After all, he left because he wasn’t so sure if he loves her because of Katherine.)

She sees the corner of his lip twist in a wry smile. Perhaps he did find her reaction funny. Guess that’s all she is now to him. A joke. Elena pauses at the hint of a feminine cologne wafting under her nose. She turns to him, hurt in her eyes yet he remained unfazed, unable to look at her face.

“I don’t want to see your face here ever again. Do you hear me?”

(When the door clicks shut, she is horrified at the thought of wanting to flip her switch.)

She could hear him even with the door closed. Elena never hated being a vampire more than ever. Bonnie and Caroline are both apologetic, embarrassed even that such a girl like her, a doppelganger, a newly turned vampire turned down such an offer to be mentored by an Original like him.

“It’s alright,” assures Elijah with that condescending tone. “I haven’t had high hopes for it if I’m to be honest.”

“Thanks, you know. For still trying.” Caroline winces.

“Of course. Have a wonderful night, ladies.” The door closes shut and the familiar rumble of Elijah’s car races out of Mystic Falls.

#elejah #elena x elijah #elijah x elena #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #inspired by strange by celeste #fic wip #kaizschewip #songfic #tvd fic #its such a pain writing them like this you dont know how i felt doing this #MASTERRRRRRRRR OHMYFUCKING GODDD I REALLY MISSED YOU YOU KNOW #i love u till the moon n back #and back to the moon and sun and stars idk #i hope you're well #<3333 #qvnthesia #writer asks

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lukeskylovr · 1 year ago

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spoilers for every good omens s2 episode under the cut!

EP 1

CROWLEY BEING SO EXCITED OMFG IM GONNA CRY

oh she’s so vibrant i’m going to kill someone

AZI AND MAGGIE OH MY GOD he’s so lovely. AND SHOSTAKOVICH?!!??! I FUCKING LOVE SHOSTAKOVICH

aw no omg heaven won’t talk to azi anymore 😭😭

maggie and nina oh my god they’re sooooooooo cute

OMG AZI CONDUCTING THR MUSIC WHILET LISTENING I DO THAT 😭😭 HES SO ME

HI MURIEL

oh their outfit is so pretty i love it

i missed crowley’s walk so much

THE 3 REASONS AZI CALLS CROWLEY IM GONNA EXPLODE

oh my god he called him angel again i’m

maggies clothes are so so cute i love them

omg maggie and i are so similar i love her

NOOOOO SHE HAS A PARTNER

crowley w his glasses off ❤️❤️

“I . am . dusting . 👿” 😭😭

CROWLEY SMOKING 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg they’re locked in the shop together

muriel my little skrunkle 😽😽😽😽

all the angels having different coloured shoes aaaaa

NO EW THE FLIES IN CROWLEY’S CAR EWWW

yeah maggie is so me i don’t drink either

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY OH MY FUCKING GOD I KNEW IT WAS CROWLEY’S SONG

a proper apology *falls to my knees* 😭😭😭

A FUCKING LITTLE DANCE?!!?!? IM ACTUALLY SOBBING WHAT WAS THAT

ep 2

azi’s outfit ❤️❤️ he is so beautiful

i actually don’t hate crowley’s beard 😽😽

AWWW MURIEL HIII

i am loving these job era angel outfits

azi singing 😭

MAGGIE CRYING !?!

aziraphale is definitely autistic omg “it’s just a thing you say” ohhhhhhh he is so autistic

they’re at the pub?!

i can’t w these two crowley definitely reads fanfiction . he’s lying about seeing it in the film

“she had balls” “well” ☠️☠️☠️

A CLUE 😭😭😭❤️❤️

“don’t pronounce the capital letter” ☠️😭❤️

“nice gaff” ☠️

“i know the angel you were” KILL ME NOW

actually this whole scene is destroying me

“i’m not grinning!!” HES SOO CUTE

hi ty tennant 😽

aw jemimah is so cute

what omg azi didnt used to eat human food ?????? and crowley tempted him to start ??? i’m crying they’re so

my boy is fucking destroying that ox rib

AZI WINKING AT CROWLEY AWWWWW

“our car” FALLS TO MY KNEES AND SOBS

THE OCEAN SCENE IM SEEING IT WITH MY OWN EYES

azi nooo omg he thinks he’s going to hell 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ my baby

that scene is going to fucking haunt me

ep 3

awwww azi going along with muriel they’re so sweet

a cupperty omg 😭

“you love trains” ☠️ yeah he would wouldn’t be

they’re sitting so close they are definitely lovers

crowley stop stressing muriel out 👿

oh i actually didn’t expect that azi would be a shit driver

OH MY FUCKING GOD THE OUTFITS IVE BEEN WSITING FOR

fem crowley i love you

omg crowley w a scottish accent

HE CAN FEEL WHEN AZI DRIVES UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT ?!(! 😭😭

STOP IT WHAT HAS AZI DONE TO THE BENTLEY HES SO 😭

…. is that crowley without his jacket on …

IT IS

wow this crowley outfit is stunning she looks amazing

no omg azi hugging the jar w the tumour

HIS LITTLE HAT

this minisode is so sad

TINY CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK 😭

what the fuck now he’s massive

awwwww azi holding crowley awwww

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” 😭😭 azi

maggie and nina are my favs oh my god

“if any harm comes to aziraphale from thsi i will” falls to my knees again

ep 4

fuck off shax leave my boy alone

“a little bemused as to why crowley should risk destruction for you” girl you have no idea

“YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE@ SHUT UPASNBSBD

no way there were rumours that crowley and azi are going out shut up 😭❤️

i’m so fucking stressed right now

oh my god it’s the blitz empisode i can’t fucking do this right now

oh them in the car ❤️

OH MY GOD IM FINALLY GETTING MY MAGICIAN AZIRAPHALE BACK

did i just watch an animated spider take a shit

if my boy’s magic show is ruined by some zombies i will be so mad

AZI PAUSING AT ‘friends’ OH IM SICK

😭 crowley pretending to be the audience

oh azi. i am finding this hard to watch but i love it

his little outfit i’m going insane

i’m shitting my pants rn there is no reason for this to be making me so nervous

OH JT WORKED

HES SO CUTE W THE FEATHER BOA AW

ok the picture the demon took of them is kinda nice

they’re on a date 😭😭🥹🥹

“i knew you’d come through for me. you always do.” KILL ME

SHAX CALLING AZI ‘crowley’s pet’ WHAT!?!,!

ep 5

stop crowley w the hat and the glass thing i’m crying

OMG THE DEMON FROM LAST SEASON

azi please stop speaking french i beg you

NINA AND CROWLEY TALKING ABOUT AZI STOP 😭😭

ugh drunk crowley

he’s gonna shout i know it he’s gonna be so mad

ohhhhhh he’s furious

“MY ONLY FRIEND” 😭😭😭😭😭

did crowley just tell gabriel to kill himself 🫢

THE MATCHBOX WHAT

how does jim fit on that tiny ass bed

crowley shouting at nina ☠️☠️

JIM’S SUIT 😭 love it

maggie hurry up pls pls pls

i love the woman in the black sparkly suit she reminds me of my aunt

MAGGIE AND NINA HIIIIII oh she looks stunning nina ily

also the harpsichord man’s suit is fabulous i want it

AZI SMILING AT THEM DANCING I CANT DO THIS

ok that magician’s partner is serving so hard that dress is amazing

oh. my. god. are azi and crowley fucking dancing are they going to fucking dance

MY DADS AEW DANCING WITH EACH OTHER

stop omg jim surrendering himself in that fabulous outfit is so

“i won’t leave you on your own” 🙁🙁🙁

“ur a good lad” “i’m not actually. either” YES!!!!!! TAKE THAT GENDERFLUID CROWLEY DENIERS !!’n TAKE RHAT!!! that you neil gaiman i love you mwah

“rescuing me makes him so happy” I AM GOING TO GO FUCKING INSANE THEY ARE SO INSIFFWRABLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MICH

aw muriel and crowley ❤️❤️

WAIT IM GETTING SHITTY ANGEL DISGUISE CROWLEY YES OMG

ep 6!!!!!!

i love his stupid fuckinf angel cosplay so much. and his little hops 😭

“i had brothers u don’t scare me by making faces!” STOP SHES SO RIGHT

DONT CALL MY GIRL MAGGIE UNLOVABLE

maggie ily but srsly 😭

“i haven’t always been a demon” IS TJIS A CALLBACK TO “that was a long time ago, angel” 😭😭👿

noo azi remembering the fire 🙁🙁

“crowley’s emotional support angel” STOP IT 👿👿👿

AW CROWLEY PUNCHING MURIEL LIKE THAT IM CRYING I LOVE THEM

bro why did they tell gabriel to take his clothes off ☠️

bro what is azi doing 😟

A HALO!??!

damn 😭

ohhhhh i love crowley sm

azi what have you done 😭😭😭

THE FLY WAS GABRIEL THIS WHOLE TIME !?!?!? STOP IT that is so fucking unserious neil gaiman i love you

NO WHAG THE FUCK IT WENT IN HIS EYEBALL

“you can’t always get what you live for” um. um am i supposed to think of azi and crowley when i hear that

are these two assholes in love with each other ….

GABRIEL MADE THE JUKEBOX PKAY EVERYDAY FOR BEELZEBUB!!(!!!!!???!!?!

period aziraphale

crowley don’t talk to me about alpha centauri i can’t do this

shut up michael

crowley sitting like that 😭

fuck off metatron looking at crowley like that leaving him alone u bastard

“us time” i am going to die

maggie and nina giving crowley advice omg ❤️❤️❤️

azi PLEASE just let crowley talk oh my god i’m actually gonna explode

oh azi 🙁

RESTORE CROWLEY TO FULL ANGELIC STATUS ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING

no nightingales 😟

“we could have been … us” what if i killed myself

i am fucking devastated no one talk to me

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #meri is talking

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To morning N, from N last night.

(Context: I wrote this on note cards for him bcuz I was laughing at the crackheads outside my room and I wish I could share that funny moment with him but he was sleeping peacefully in my bed. I wrote all this, he read it and smiled and loved it when he woke up he woke up in such a good mood. This was a few months before he broke up w me bcuz I’m so “self destructive” and “hate myself”. He could never understand me and love me despite these flaws I am so hard on myself about and this is proof I warned him and tried so hard for him to get him to understand me. All I wanted ever was for him to understand and see me and love me anyways)

You’re literally the cutest thing ever. I’m just up doing laundry folding clothes and putting them in piles while your sleeping and I hear some crackheads yelling outside so I’m giggling at them trying to spy thru my blinds to see what’s going on and your just asleep I can’t stop laughing. I told you it was welfare day lol. But YOUU!❤️❤️❤️ are so adorable yenno. I’m playing my music in my room while your sound asleep I love it. Sometimes ->

You like turn in your sleep or rub your face and it’s so cute, I feel like such a creepy lil stalker watching when you move but I just wanna make sure it’s not bcuz of me. Anyway I love you so much I think you’re the cutest when you sleep I wanna go and kiss your face or wake you up but I’ll let my precious baby sleep. I can hear them, it’s def a couple I can literally hear them trying so hard for their lighter torch to work. They are entertaining me and sounds like they’re having fun. IDK. I love you with my whole heart dude, you make me smile, even when you sleep. ->

That couple is sitting in the alleyway and are literally 3ft away from my dads sleeping head lol. I think my dads so used to it it probably doesn’t matter. When you move I swear I think your eyes are gonna open but they never do. You like turn to face me like you’re gonna look at me but your eyes stay shut. While I was laughing at those crackheads you kept making that sound the quacking sound how you itch your throat it was so funny it was like a duck sound. I love you, your literally ->

My sleeping angel. Like I love you so much things I could say rn IDK. I’m so happy you can sleep normally, you look so at peace- I think I feel rly chaotic like I think I feel a lot at night rly intensely. Sometimes I look at you and want to tell you everything mostly at night, but I think it’s too much. It’s scary for me. I think during the day I can keep myself together and I keep a lot of my thoughts inside but night is so different to me. I can’t help it I wish I could help it somehow. Like sun and moon. Like I switch between 2 versions of myself everyday. I worry you’ll never meet her know her like how I think you should know that other side of me. I think it’s embedded in me to not share, but I want to with you. ->

That side-her. I hate her. But there’s no escape from it. I’m trying to accept but it’s like I’m fighting myself in my mind. OMG what is this turning into IDK! I think it’s bcuz you’re so peaceful and I feel so at peace and safe when you’re at peace. Like I could say anything and not scare you away. Like I’m just talking to myself I do that a lot. I feel like I don’t think anyone can ever get what I’m trying to say, or like no one has ever been in my head to get it fully. Only a few of my best friends have rly experienced my pin with me, so they have ->

Some idea of who I am, like all of me. All of the parts I’m ashamed of, all of the parts I hate and can’t recover from, all of the darkness that haunts me. The self destruction is a big one I think you need to know- I do that. Self sabotage too. Sometimes I think you’d be better off without me bcuz I’m definitely not a normal healthy person, and I am terrified of dragging you down. I’m scared of the future, and scared what if I’m not good enough for u bcuz you deserve the best there is, and there’s a whole universe out there lol. OMG NOOOOOO. Let me stop myself rn FUCKING STFU! I’m being WAYY too sad it’s not okay I’m just saying too many of my sad thoughts. ->

I guess sometimes I can be too much but I guess I want you to love me for everything I am, I think you do I just stress out and overthink. ANYWAY I love you it doesn’t even matter I treated as a diary and that’s it

I love you N, you have no idea.

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