#I don’t fucking know what to doooooo

[evilandcrazygirl]

does anyone have any advice on getting out of shitty shitty abusive situation when u have like zero community around u like no where to realistically go…like the plan for the time being is suffer through until I graduate and then go for a masters out of state and basically go no contact, but definitely the sooner I get out the better, but I’m financially dependent on them

[fingertipsmp3]

There are two wolves inside me. One is trying to convince me to do extensive research for the job interview tomorrow and the other is saying “wing it”

[sunrizef1]

Try Again Pt.2

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: wrote this while sick so it took a while sorry

Pt.1

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user1 she’s so pretty

user2 WHERES LEWIS

user3 where is she???

user4 she tagged England on her ig story a few days ago but there’s some pap photos that say Monaco

user5 she’s so hot dude

landonorris six glasses for u n who???

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landonorris don’t just like my comment you bitch

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user6 I miss dad

user7 beautiful

user8 would it be enough if I could never give you peace… 😭😭😭

user9 the way these lyrics have nothing to do with the post 😒

user8 I just miss Lewis girl 🙄

user10 maybe we just leave them alone… just an idea

charlesleclerc 🇲🇨🤩

yourusername thought this was a compliment for me but then realized ur just in love with Monaco

charlesleclerc you can’t change me 🤷‍♂️

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user11 LEWIS

user12 TARGET ACQUIRED 🎯

user13 FOUND HIM

user14 Lewis i know that’s you

user15 you don’t have to hide his face girl… we won’t hurt him

user16 his apology better have been pretty fucking grand

user17 why???

user18 vibes say he fucked up

user19 not to mention the shit he pulled with that ig model after the breakup

landonorris I’m gonna find you

yourusername ???

landonorris lock your doors

f1gossip 🤭

user20 I’m not sure about this one…

user22 bad vibes bad vibes

user23 I’m so glad they’re back together

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user24 girl what happened with you and Lewis???

user25 r u okay girl???

user26 I feel so bad for her

user27 what’d he doooooo

landonorris answer ur phone nerd

user28 puppy 😍

user29 is she from England???

user30 no but she’s lived there for a rly long time, it’s how she met Lewis and Lando

charles_leclerc my love ❤️

yourusername again, I’d be flattered if you didn’t mean the dog

charles_leclerc I ❤️ your dog

user31 if you wanna keep me, you gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta love me harder 😭

user32 all my homies hate Lewis Hamilton

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user33 THEYRE BACK

user34 this better stay this time

user35 love me harder caption???

user36 SO WHAT DO I DO IF I CANT FIGURE IT OUT

user35 YOUVE GOT TO TRY TRY TRY AGAIN

user37 SO WHAT DO I DO IF I CANT FIGURE IT OUT

user38 IM GONNA LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE AGAIN

lewishamilton 🖤

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user39 awwww (I think)

user40 where’s Lando

landonorris CALL ME NOW PLEASE

yourusername can’t, with my bf

landonorris since bf stands for best friend your a liar because im nowhere near you

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landonorris 😠

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user41 the lyrics in the caption, ok thoughtful

user42 we love a man with the ability to remember the lyrics to a song he was on

user43 SLAYINGGGGGG

landonorris boo 🍅🍅🍅

lewishamilton ???

landonorris what r ur intentions with my daughter

yourusername I'm older than you

landonorris boo 🍅🍅🍅

user44 I missed them

user45 they're so adorable

user46 🥳🥳🥳

user47 love them

user48 I know Lewis did something to cause that breakup and the re-breakup but she seems so much happier with him

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user49 PARENTSSSS

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[whatswrongwithblue]

Girl Talk

Part 6 of my Imagines with Angel Dust. My silly little plot-less series about you, some comical conversation with your bestie Angel Dust, and some delicious smut with you and Alastor.

“Ugghh, this is stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you stared at the blank piece of paper in front of you.

Charlie’s ‘little fun idea of the day’ was to make everyone write a list of five things they did while they were alive that they wished to apologize for. Not only did you find it a massive intrusion of your privacy but you were honestly struggling to come up with anything substantial. Didn’t Charlie realize this was why you were in Hell? And you weren’t here for redemption, you were only here because Alastor had batted his pretty eyelashes at you when he showed up at your doorstep after having disappeared for seven fucking years and asked you to move in with him here. At least, that was the very shortened and abbreviated story you told the other residents.

Were you sorry for the pig-headed men you had murdered while you were alive? No. They deserved it.

Were you sorry for stealing and then pawning jewelry from the wives of the men you had seduced? Nope. You needed the money.

Were you sorry for using and dealing drugs? Not a chance. They were an escape and again . . . money.

And, besides the murder, you hadn’t had to resort to any of those things now that you were in Hell. Charlie just didn’t understand how hard some of you had had it while alive and a lot of your sins were just survival tactics. You refused to apologize for any of it. Not to her and not to God himself.

Well, there was one small thing that came to mind. You sighed and put your pen to paper.

#1. I am sorry that after I caught my older sister sucking my boyfriend’s dick that I snuck into her bathroom and sprayed vinegar on all of her tampons and rubbed cayenne pepper into her favorite red eyeshadow.

#2. And I’m sorry that I spread that rumor about my then ex-boyfriend that he couldn’t get it up for me unless he looked at pictures of his step-father while we did it. In retrospect, I should have just punched them in their stupid cheating faces and been done with it.

But after writing those two things down, you just went back to staring at the paper for several more minutes.

Eventually, Angel came into the room and plopped down next to you, resting his head against the back of his sofa with one arm flung dramatically over his eyes.

“Ugghhh, this is stupid,” he lamented.

“My thoughts exactly. What have you got so far?” you asked, peering over at his paper.

He lifted up a blank sheet. Blank, except for a few explicit doodles around the margins.

“Fucking nada,” he sighed. Then quietly, “I love Charlie but . . . she just doesn’t get it.”

You looked over at your friend, sympathetically. He had spent all day yesterday at work, doing a 16 hour shift, then had to spend his one day off this week doing this. At least you didn’t have to work and at least you had Alastor. Angel, you knew, was terribly lonely and sad underneath his flirty exuberant façade.

Not being the kind of person to outright show compassion or kindness, you decided to cheer Angel up in another way.

“Hey, what do you call a 6.9?”

Angel lifted his head and blinked at you.

“Come again?”

“What,” you repeated, more slowly and enunciated this time, “doooooo you call a 6 point 9?”

“I don’t know, what?” he asked, shrugging with disinterest.

“A good thing ruined by a period.”

A small smile cracked across Angel’s face as he registered the dirty joke and he sat up a little further, suddenly interested.

“What do you call a lesbian with braces?” he asked.

“Oh, oh wait, I know this one!” you said, putting a finger to your chin as you tried to recall the punch line. After a moment, it came to you. “A box cutter!”

“Okay, how about this one,” he continued. “Why do you never have to worry about getting pregnant when sleeping with a vampire?”

“Why?”

“Because they have to be invited to cum inside.”

You cackled, smiling eagerly as you thought up your next joke.

“Jesus, a lawyer, and a priest are on a sinking ship. Jesus stands up and says ‘Save the children!’ The lawyer stands up and says ‘Fuck the children!’ The priest gets up and asks, ‘Do you think we have time?’”

Angel bent over laughing, wrapping two arms around his torso and holding a third to the side of his head as he fought to catch his breath.

“Good one. Okay, okay,” he wheezed, “I got another one for ya. What did the leper say to the prostitute?”

“What?”

“Keep the tip.”

You both fell into another fit of giggles.

“I don’t believe this is what our dear Charlie had in mind for today’s activities,” Alastor’s voice said from behind you and you both turned in sync to find him smiling down at the two of you. “Though I think the creativity can be appreciated.”

“Do you always gotta do that? Fucking sneaking up on people, it’s not cool man,” Angel said, frowning.

Alastor just smiled more broadly, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, as the sound of static momentarily filled the air.

You, as usual, did not let Alastor’s weirdness sour your mood. Instead, you just beamed up at him, unashamed and happy to see him.

“I need some fresh air,” Alastor said, turning his gaze onto you. “Today is rather tedious and boring. Care to join me for a walk?”

“Babe, it’s way too hot outside.”

“Of course it is! It’s Hell, my dear!” Alastor said with a chuckle.

“It’s 125 degrees,” you deadpanned.

“Oh please,” he said with a flamboyant flick of his wrist, “I’ve never been one to let a little sun stop me from enjoying my day.” And with a bit of a huff, he began walking towards the front doors, his shoulders rigid and microphone held behind him.

You rolled your eyes. You loved him but God damn, he was sensitive when you denied him anything. And you knew he was looking for just as much of an excuse to get away from Charlie’s activity as the rest of you were. If that meant strutting around Pentagram City in his full suit and pretending the sweltering heat had no affect on him for some kind of presentation of his power, all the better. But you were going to sit in here like a sane person and enjoy the air conditioning.

“Oh, and by the way, darling,” Alastor said, stopping in the entryway after opening the door. “You wouldn’t happen to know the difference between a vitamin and a hormone, would you?”

You just scowled at him and his sugary-sweet tone. It always meant he was up to something.

“You can hear a whore moan,” he said and shut the door behind him.

You laughed a little through your nose and smiled, shaking your head. To this day, sometimes even you were surprised by the things that came out of his mouth.

Then you turned and looked over at Angel, who was staring a bit wide-eyed at the direction Alastor had exited.

“I don’t get it,” he said and you looked at him quizzically. “Is he bi or something?”

“What?” you asked, totally thrown off by his question.

“Oh please,” Angel said, imitating Alastor’s tone and the flick of his wrist remarkably well. “I’m just saying, that’s some gay shit for someone who’s supposedly straight.”

You grinned a cheshire smile before taking on an air of indifference.

“Oh that?” You made the same wave and flick of your hand. “He’s not straight.”

Angel sat up and leaned towards you faster than you had ever seen him. You bit your lip to keep from smiling, enjoying this new way of toying with him.

“So he is bi. Oh my fucking God, that is . . . I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

He seemed so excited and you let him sit with that happiness for a minute before you tore it all down.

“No. He’s not.”

Angel stared so intently at you that it would have made you uncomfortable if you weren’t so amused. You could almost see the mathematical equations in his thought bubble as he tried to work out what you had just said.

“Is this the biggest plot twist of the century?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you just tell me he’s gay!!??” Angel practically screamed. “But I thought you . . . you two . . . are you not . . .”

You busted up laughing.

“Oh my God, you are practically short circuiting right now, you should see your face!” you said through your laughter.

Angel just continued staring at you.

“Angel,” you said, putting a hand on his arm. “I thought you were the greatest sexual detective ever. That you could read all my dirty secrets just from the way I blushed? And you’re now questioning if Alastor and I are a couple?”

“Well, yeah but . . . you said . . . and that means . . . I’m so confused!” he said, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

“Oh, calm down,” you said. “Yes, we have sex. We fuck like animals and make sweet, sensual love and everything in between. Quite regularly, too,” you said the last part with a bit of pride.

Angel looked unamused. “So if he’s not straight, and not gay, and he’s not bi, then what the fuck label does he use?” You opened your mouth to answer and he held up a finger, halting you. “And I swear, if you say something stupid like ‘pansexual’ or some other nuanced version of bi just to fuck with me, I’ll never be your friend again.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting a second to see if he would interrupt you again, before smiling broader and finally giving him your answer.

“He’s asexual.”

Angel gave you the blankest stare ever before picking up his phone.

“Hold on a sec,” he said, raising his finger at you again. “I’m looking this shit up.”

You allowed him this as he typed in his question into the search bar of his phone screen and he read whatever the internet was telling him.

“NO HE’S NOT!” Angel shouted, still looking at his phone. “It’s not even a real thing!”

Offended, you grabbed his phone out of his hand to read whatever answer he had found in his Googling.

You read out loud the ridiculous definition he had pulled up.

“’Asexual is a label invented by women who are perpetually tired of being pile-drived by their husbands’ unremarkable dicks and have overused the excuse that they have a headache.’” You sighed, raising an eyebrow at your friend. “Angel, maybe next time, use a different search engine than Pride Ring’s Dictionary. Of course it’s all going to be smartass answers like this.”

Angel snatched his phone back.

“Hey, I find them to be refreshingly honest.”

“That is not honesty, that’s mockery,” you defended. “Asexuality is valid. And so is aromanticism. Alastor is on both of those spectrums. Trust me, it made actually starting a relationship a long and complicated process . . . but it was worth it in the end.”

Angel saw the love-sick look in your eyes and rolled his eyes. “Gross,” he mumbled and kept scrolling through his phone, clearly looking at other sources for definitions.

“So you’re telling me,” Angel said, after a few more minutes of his ‘research,’ “That you are the sole proprietor of all his desires? The only person he finds sexually attractive and the only person he would pursue a relationship with? All because of your guys’s ‘deep emotional connection that you fostered over time.’”  

He was clearly reading a direct quote from something and said the last part with such a mocking tone that you were starting to get pissed off.

“Put frankly and simply, yes,” you answered, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Just sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me,” Angel mumbled. “And it doesn’t explain his gay-ass personality.”

You snorted. “You don’t have to fuck to be fab.”

“But you do fuck . . . or so you say,” Angel retorted.

“What can I say, she’s just that good.”

You and Angel both turned to find Alastor standing in the foyer again, looking more annoyed than when he’d left.

“See, this is what I was saying the other day,” Angel said, gesturing towards Alastor but looking at you. “Total voyeur vibes. Always spyin’ on people.”

You ignored Angel and turned a teasing grin over at Alastor.

“Back so soon?”

Alastor glanced down at himself and fiddled with the ends of his coat sleeves before striding towards you.

“As it turns out, Pentagram City is entirely too irritating today.”

“So it’s too hot out there?”

“Shouldn’t you be packing?” he countered, ignoring your jibe.

“It’s one night Al’, it’ll take me five minutes to pack.”

Now it was Alastor’s turn to roll his eyes. “You say that every time. And every time,” he sang, and tapped you on your nose, “I end up having to wait on you.”

“Where you two going?” Angel asked.

“Just a little getaway,” Alastor answered.

“For our anniversary,” you clarified as you stood from your place on the couch and walked around it to join Alastor at his side.

Angel frowned. “Anniversary?” he puzzled. “Of your first date or . . .” his eyes darted down to each of your left hands, noting the absence of rings there. “You guys aren’t married, so . . . wait. You guys aren’t married . . . right?”

“Should we tell him?” Alastor asked you, looking down at you with a playful gleam in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around your hips.

“Nah, let him squirm for a few days,” you said and followed Alastor towards the stairs, Charlie’s project for you completely forgotten on the table behind you.

“Wait a sec . . . HUSK!” you heard Angel yell below you at the demon who was at his permanent position manning the bar. “ARE THOSE TWO MARRIED OR NOT?”

“WHO THE FUCK KNOWS!” came the dismissive reply.

You and Alastor just laughed together, enjoying this new game you had incidentally created.

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I can imagine preggo wife literally talking and talking and talking in the middle of a movie and gets offended and leaves when Joel tells her to quiet down

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife : Yapper

notes: Oh I had fun writing this! no warnings (maybe some Fugitive and Raiders spoilers), Enjoy!

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Joel’s pretty excited for movie night. It’s one of the few films the two of you don’t argue over and can pretty much watch the entire way through without disruption.

Or at least, it used to be.

Joel settles against the couch armrest with his feet propped up, knees bent slightly so you have room to sit in front. He’s got any snack you could think of within an arm reach away, and he’s got the title on pause so you can scooch your fat booty and big belly comfortably. Usually takes about 15 minutes of squirming, smacking his chest to “fluff” it up, adding a pillow at his crotch, then taking it away because you like his hard cock there instead, elbow in his groin and then his knee, then you gotta get up to pee before starting the whole process over.

“OK Im ready!” You say after 15 minutes on the dot, snuggling close to him with the back of your head rested against the crook of his neck.

He finally hits play, and the Lucasfilm logo flashes across the screen. The tropical forest and ominous music plays as the familiar font of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark fade on to the screen.

“Joel. Joel. Hey Joel.” 

“Y-yes?”

“Did you know Indiana was named after George Lucas dog? Who also was the physical inspiration for chewy?” You ask  rhetorically. 

It takes him a second to understand you’re asking him a question. “What?”

“Chewbacca! From Star Wars!”

“Oh ok neat,” he says with some enthusiasm, but quick to end it and get back to watching the movie—

“Yeah also Sean Connery is also apparently—well guess how much older he is to Harrison Ford.”

“Um—I don’t—I don’t know.” Joel says slowly, watching as Indy carefully removes the sand from the pouch and weighs it to the gold idol.

“C’mon, guess!”

“I really don’t know, can we—“

“12 years older than Harrison in Last Crusade! My mom was like ‘WHAT no way’ and I was like ‘Yes way’ and she was like ‘He's his father and he's got all that white in his hair and receding hairline’ and I was like ‘Joel's only in his late 30s and he's got white in his beard.’”

Joel can’t hear a damn thing happening on screen except the shouts about hating a pet snake named Reggie. “Wha—“

“Not that you look anything like Sean Connery in Last Crusade. Maybe in like Bond —oof he was the hottest Bond. Plus you got like a receding beard-line with all the patches, I don’t know, but my mom was like ‘Ya know Joel's got more white hair lately since you've been pregnant’ and I was like ‘Nah uh’ and she was like ‘Ya huh’ and I was like ‘Huh I wonder why that is…?’ Anyway but nope only 12 years between him and Ford—“

Joel turns to look at you with a frown, a bit confused and amazed at how you have so much to say, right now, oblivious as ever. 

It doesn’t phase your rambling one bit: “—Like damn, but you know Harrison Ford has always been handsome. But like in the bad boy kind of way, not like handsome upstanding like Christopher Reeves? When I saw The Fugitive, I was like ‘oooohhhh I'll be his wife now’ hahaha! no no I’m sorry, he’s famous and I’m not so that’s why I married you, but that's such a fall film don't you think? Minus the murder and betrayal and fucking Dr Charles Nickles like was he British or not? He was in and out of an accent the whole time? Didn't make sense to me but yeah, it's just such a fall Cozy film.”

Joel looks back at the screen and realizes Marion is already being cornered by the Nazi creep: “Ah huh—honey—“

“OH! I Love her song! It’s kind of like Leia and Han’s from Empire except the last notes are different, like it goes do doooooo instead of da dat dada daaaaaaa, That’s just John William’s for ya, but you’d never notice they were so similar!”

Joel opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out as you continue:

“—Also I know you said my mom made good apple pie but I really wanna try to make it because I want you to like mine more, so I need you to get some apples and pie crust and butter and stuff from the store, I’ll make a list so you can get it. They said we need ground cinnamon but I think ours expired like 5 years ago so don’t forget that. And then I'm gonna tell you how to slice the apples since I can't handle sharp objects and then oh I need you to get the mixer from the top shelf and then you have to mix it all together and slice the top with like little heart patterns and then put it in the oven n stuff ‘cause it's hot and I don't wanna burn OH and that reminds me—!” 

“BABE!”

“Hmm? yes?” You ask with a innocent smile. 

“Let's try to be quiet and watch the movie ok?”

He offers a gentle smile and nods, pointing towards the TV again and settling to watch it with his beautiful wife.

His very very very unhappy wife. Your eyes haven’t left his, face now downturned in such a scowl, he should be shitting his pants.

You roll your jaw at him once, teeth grinding against one another with slitted, murderous eyes. Joel gulps, too afraid to glance back at you again. His eyes are wide staring at the commotion on the television but, now in your deadly silence, he can’t seen to focus on it at all. 

Instead of saying anything, you roll polly up to your feet, arms crossed over your chest defensively as you utter a loud “Hmph!” before storming away from the living room.

He’ll have to deal with groveling tomorrow morning when you might be a little more welcoming. But on the bright side, he’s got way more room to spread out on the couch and he can hear the movie much better now! 

......... 

He switches it off and runs upstairs to get on his knees by your side of the bed, begging for your forgiveness and promises of a Clyde's milkshake to go. 

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AHHHH CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE DO IF REQUEST ARE OPEN A ALASTOR X A SMALL READER (SHINOBU READER BASICALLY) WHERE SHE INSECURE ABOUT HER SELF SINCE SHE SMALL

Yessss. Yesss. Yessss! Alastor is like, what, 6-7ft tall?! So, he got a small girlfriend and he loves that small girlfriend! The comfort will be good since Al will be able to finally realise that his jokes are harmful and take responsibility for them! So, let’s doooooo it~!

Alastor- Beauty From Within

“My dear” After so long of just rather comforting hollow silent, the alarming, almost screeching sound of a radio dialing up and halting slightly then the familiar transatlantic accent of your secret boyfriend rings out. As if materialises from thin air, Alastor just suddenly appears on your right, comfortable, fully-dressed with dressshoes on and his microphone-cane at the ready exactly where your faced as you both laid on your Hotel room’s bed

You were cuddled up in the blankets like a little butterfly cocoon, your mind racing and requiring some peace for the day but here is your boyfriend… here to ruin that need

Immediately jolting back in shock and a natural defensive instinct from being jumpscared by your partner without a single bit of warning, a classic Alastor move, you were flung off onto the soft carpet-lathered floor of the Hotel room. Unlike with most where Alastor would just smirk through the fall and find it amusing to see whoever fell harm themselves, Alastor blinks a bit more concerned and slightly leans over to check on you

“What the fuck, Al?!” You growl out, shaken and irriated when you gather back your wits and ability to think upon recovering from the fall as you go from half-flopped on your back and on the half-cushioned floor, to on your knees with an annoyed, dishearten expression on the floor

Alastor simply and smoothly leans over the edge of the bed where you are sat and his grin grows, curious and just a breath away from asking the million dollar question on his mind, drawing your discouraged and self-conscious darken gaze up to him

“Why aren’t you down in the Lobby, darling, Tora?”

You didn’t even want to answer him with the truth but when it comes to Alastor, it feels like it’s almost impossible to genuinely lie to him without him being able to sniff it out effortlessly. Should you even try? Well… you figure Alastor will notice that you’re not telling him your reality and just make it harder for you. That’s how Alastor is, he’s protective and he jumps right to the worst conclusion if you don’t open your mouth

Okay… here goes nothing

“It’s just… I needed some time alone. I don’t want to go out there and have everybody laugh at me”

Hearing this from his beloved little girlfriend makes Alastor’s ears jolt up in surprise, eyes widening and lips parting as he remains in place leant over the bed’s bottom edge but still on top as you lean against his soft cool darkly pale cheek like it’s a pillow, closing your own eyes whilst just letting out all your self esteem problems in just a few words. Alastor can recognise something’s very wrong and he is determined to find the cause

“Laugh at you? Who would laugh at you? You’re incredible, you’re intelligent, you’re ladylike and gentle, your personality is made of sugar and cream, your little butterfly features are gorgeous. What is there to mock? I don’t see a single thing” You couldn’t help but feel offended that Alastor is pretending he doesn’t know or is generally oblivious to what the problem is and how he regularly fuels the burning fire himself. A bigger clawed hand grips the pretty purple, white and aquamarine patterned butterfly ornament hairclip pinning your pitch dark hair into a thick bun, he loves that little butterfly accessory. It makes your adorable little look even more precious

You’re a beautiful fluttery butterfly within Hell, he can’t see why anybody in the Hotel would find you a laughing stock

“Alastor… just… stop” You softly bark, nothing to be rude or uncaring or harsh to your beloved but nothing to be firm, to have him take you seriously, to have him hear you out. Alastor immediately retracts his skilled fingers away from your hairclip, leaving it to stand out against your darker features effectively before he leans back slightly, upon you pulling yourself away from your boyfriend a bit roughly and climbing back up onto the bed to gather the quilts in your palms

Alastor takes a long moment or two to speak, his voice a bit heavy in a small but noticeable tint of rejection and heartbreak. He is now actually worried, worried that you are upset over the desire of wanting to break up with him. Alastor overreacts in this relationship and jumps to conclusions so at this very moment, the Radio Demon is internally begging that the next time you speak, you don’t say ‘it’s over’ in any fashion

“Darling… what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything—“ Alastor didn’t even get the chance to finish and with other people, he’d be greatly annoyed at being cut off so rudely but with you, he cares more about what’s wrong with you than a gesture of respect, such as waiting to speak, so he stays quiet and listens to you, tall deer-like ears sitting up and flicking as a sign that his full attention is on you

“I-It’s… that. You and your friends often… y-you know, ridicule my height. Call me such mean names, call me shortstack, call me a midget, say I can fit into a box, say I am a weak little butterfly. It really hurts hearing that shit from you, of all people, Al”

Alastor didn’t even realise how insecure you are over your height. You’re 4’11, shorter than Vaggie and your beloved seven foot boyfriend loves to mock you about it, right in front of you and to the other Hotel inhabitants. He finds it amusing, he finds it funny, he views it as a joke and as harmless. But he isn’t aware that calling you ‘a caterpillar’ or ‘a baked bean’ just really kills your self-confidence. Yeah, you agreed with Alastor that you’d never show off that you’re dating him but does that mean you have to sit around and listen to him ‘joke’ about your height

“Leitora… I didn’t know you felt that way about my public nicknames for you. Why didn’t you just tell me to stop? I can easily shut Angel and Niffty up from all the remarks” Alastor wonders outloud, clearly now much softer, curious, if not regretful for his mountain of mistakes that lead to your distress. You’ve never seen Alastor feel remorse over anything he had done but here is he, desiring fully that he didn’t beat you up at your most vulnerable spot. He just didn’t know, he thought it was okay since you never brought it up with him. His crimson bloody eyes shine with a glittery gleam of concern and protectiveness

“I couldn’t, Al… everybody would be suspicious if you did something for me without any deal or some bullshit, and not do the same for anybody else when they ask” Alastor can seriously understand that, you’re just doing what you promised him. Not a say word about the relationship… but now, he almost wants to just give up on this covering up the truth nonsense so he can never deliberately, even if regretful, make fun of a factor about you you cannot control

Maybe… he should just suck it up, man up and admit the truth, even if it hurts his reputation. Hurting you hurts his undead soul a lot more

“It also doesn’t help that you’re basically a giant and next to you… I feel like I could be crushed any second and you wouldn’t even notice me. Are you sure you don’t… want a woman whose normal height. A lady you can actually kiss without needing to pick up?” You wouldn’t even mind if Alastor genuinely despised your height and preferred you to be taller. Every single second of you admitting how you feel you’re not good enough for Alastor breaks his undead black emptiness for a heart. He can’t stand that you think so low of yourself, all because of a physical factor you have no control over

He’s exactly 7’3 foot tall, he’s a mighty man with mighty legs and mighty towering length on him. He’s your guardian angel… or guardian demon, since he can oversee you and everything around you easily. You do like that he’s taller but you know it must be painful for him to deal with something two to three feet shorter than him

However, Alastor actually doesn’t want a different woman, he loves you and no matter what you have, he won’t stop loving you. So, Alastor, after taking a another needed moment to absorb the way clear tears hit your pretty delicate face, takes one of your hands and kissing the back of it, his returning voice cutting off the radio effect entirely to make this even more meaningful and sincere as his sharp crimson eyes draw open when he finishes the soft kiss to your hand, held in his in the most gentlemanly way possible, and his natural voice imbued with passionate love

“My dearest. A butterfly may be small but that insect species is a beautiful symbol of grace, elegance and life, you are quite the butterfly since it represents you so well. You may be a shorter woman but the best things come in small packages”

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

I’m not sure if you take requests but if you doooooo

Could you write a smutty fic w/ John Wick where the reader is Winston’s daughter and she visits him while he’s at the continental (just to check up if he needs anything and whatnot) and one thing leads to another…you know where I’m going with this 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

Muuuchhh loveeee 💕💕💕💕

Of course! Feel free to request anything else xx

Late Night Visitor - John Wick x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just smut. No story line really, but if you're interested in a mini-series for this I might write it! The reader is alone in the continental with John, and they fuck. (explained more in the request lmao)

Warnings: Smut (p in v), dominance, age gap (legal), swearing, mention of breeding kink

Word Count: 2.5k

Enjoy!

“Ah, Y/N. There you are, dear,” you hear your father say as you enter the lounge. “You remember Mr. Wick?” you hadn’t seen him in years. Your father, the New York Continental hotel manager, had tried to keep you away from his business. You met Mr. Wick a couple of times when you were younger. Your visits to the hotel were sparse because you were so young, but now that you’ve turned eight-teen, your father allowed you in the hotel more often. 

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” he says. You swallow thickly. He was much taller than you and looked at you with piercing eyes. “Nice to see you, Mr. Wick…” You become quiet. You always stayed quiet around your father's clients, but you got especially quiet around Mr. Wick because he was undeniably attractive. 

You hear him laugh. “John is fine,” he tells you. You nod. You feel like you should bow. “Okay… John.”

He looks over at your father. “Well, I’ll be in my room if you need anything from me,” he says. “Winston, Y/N.” He nods with each name, and you feel the heat growing as you hear yours. 

Your eyes are still fixated on the ghosting silhouette of John when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, dear,” your father begins. “I’ve got to go out for a small event. I’ll be back soon. Ask Charon if you need anything,” he explains. “Now, give your Papa a hug,” he tells you, and you give him a reserved hug before being escorted out of the lounge room and to your room.

John Wick was staying in the hotel tonight, and your father was gone. You lay in your bed picturing yourself knocking on his door. You laugh. Like you’d have the balls. You decide to wander the hotel corridors for a bit, hoping that you would cross paths with John. 

You saw John a couple of times every year. With every passing year and your body becoming more developed into a young woman, you noticed that Mr. Wick's eyes lingered for much too long. You liked it, though. It felt wrong to have a man triple your age looking at you like that, God knows your father would be furious, but you couldn't shake that feeling of yearning for his hands to grab you and never let go. The hands which have killed many.

You reach the tenth floor. John always preferred the view of the tenth story. You walk through the hall, reaching the end room. Mr. Wick always reserved that room for himself, if not directly to Charon, then it was reserved out of courtesy for his long-time commitment and loyalty to your father. 

With each step closer to the door, your heart rate raises a digit. Your hand ghosts the wood before you hit a few raps at the door. You don’t know what compelled you to knock; you don’t know what compelled you to even leave your room. You hear shuffling through the barrier. The door quickly opens and youre met with John. He was only in a white undershirt and his dress pants. They look wrinkled and poorly buttoned.

“Oh. Y/N.” he says. “I didn’t expect to see you. Everything alright, I assume?”

You gulp; thicker than before. “Yes, John. Everything fine,” you say, and his jaw tenses at your words. “Just wanted to check on you, that's all. Considering youre a good friend of my father,” you explain. 

There’s a small period of silence before you hear John begin to speak. “Would you like to come in?” he asks. You nod, and he moves out of the doorway for you to enter. He shuts the door behind you and locks it. You hear the lock but don't mention it to John. You prefer it to be locked.

You notice a small concave in the mattress as it slowly disappears with the absence of weight on the memory foam. John must’ve been laying down when you came in. 

You make your way to the small lounge area of the hotel room. “Is everything good with your room?” you ask, and John laughs. “You’re sounding like your father,” he says, covering his smile with his hand. 

Youre almost offended. “What is that supposed to mean?” you put on that annoying tone you used to use when you were 16. Your father hated it. 

John stands in front of you as you stay seated. “No, no. It's not a bad thing, I promise,” he explains. “Your father is very intelligent and wise.” where is he going with this? “You are definitely both those things. I’ve watched you become a beautiful young woman, you’re very mature.”

His hand moves in his palm, he forces it into his pocket to stop any movements. “You’re taking a big risk, you know?”

You put on your most innocent tone, breathy, almost Marilyn Monroe-like. “Risk? What do you mean by risk?” your doe eyes are accentuated even more as your head is forced to look up from your seat. 

John turns his gaze away from yours. If he looked any longer he wouldn't be able to control himself. He bites his lower lip, then swiftly looks at you again. “Being here is a risk. Being in my hotel room. Don’t you have any idea what your father would do if he found out you were in my hotel room at-” he checks his watch, “-God, almost 10 o’clock at night, Y/N. He’d kill me with his own to two hands.”

That still didn’t answer your question. “What if I want to take a risk?” Johns breathing gets heavy, and so does yours. The steady, yet contrasting movement of your lungs inside your chest made it almost impossible for John not to look at your breast which you had exposed for that very reason. 

Johns’ hand reached out of his pocket and gently lands on your chin, index finger and thumb cradling your jaw. “Are you sure you can handle something like that?” He asks. His thumb grazes against your bottom lip and you kiss the pad of his thumb; rough and callused. 

“I’ve never been more sure.” Suddenly, the gentle touch of his fingers turns rough. His entire hand cups your cheek as he brings you off the lounge chair. You stand up; even with both of you standing, the height difference was still noticeable. He kisses you. His touch is hungry and impatient. His free hand lingers down your waist, and you grab it, forcing it onto your rear. He squeezes your arse, forcing a whine out of you. 

John parts for a second. His breath hits your lips. He takes a moment to process what he just did. He didn't know if he should continue. You needed him to continue. 

“Kiss me again,” you tell him, and he does. His kiss is rough, yearning for more. He takes you to the bed and throws you onto it. He didn't ask if you ‘wanted to’. He already knew you were soaking wet for him. 

He almost rips off his undershirt. His chest was covered in tattoos and scars. You want to touch him; let your hands run over every muscle, but your hands were occupied with your shirt and the struggle of removing it. John assists you and almost whimpers at the sight of your breasts. 

Johns’ sore hands reach to your chest, fondling your young breasts. His thumb runs over your nipple, causing it to harden under the pad of his finger. The pool of arousal between your legs was growing irritable by the second. 

“John…” you whimper. “Yes?” he asks, and for a moment he sounds concerned like he’s done something wrong. You hesitate your words, because to tell the truth, you’ve never said anything out loud like that. Yes, you’ve had sex. You’re not a virgin, no matter how badly John wished he could have taken it. But you never had a proper fucking. The guys you have been with, which for the record was not pleasing for you, had no idea what they were doing. On the other hand, John was almost thirty years your senior, and you knew he was experienced. 

“Fuck me,” 

John freezes at the words. He hadn’t heard something like that in a long time, and he especially didn't expect to hear it from you. Once he snapped out of the distraction, he wasted no time removing your pants and panties. 

“Not gonna make it even, Mr. Wick?” you cock an eyebrow at his surname as your hands reach for his waistband. He helps with the buttons and zip, and removes them entirely, boxers included. 

Your mouth basically waters at the sight of his cock. It was much bigger than you have ever taken. 

“Are you- uh,” he gets distracted by the sight of your wet pussy. “Are you a virgin?” he manages to get out. You shake your head. “I’ve had sex before. Just not very good sex,” you explain. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “So you’ve never had a proper fucking before?” he asks, and you shake your head again. “I’m going to change that, then,” 

You feel Johns rough fingers touch your gentle clit. He slowly circles the bud, collecting a small amount of your arousal on his fingertips. His fingers linger for a moment as small whimpers come from you, then he ventures down further. He spreads your lips with his fingers, letting his digits slide between them. 

It was strange because the two men (if you could call them men) you’ve been with never focused on your pleasure as they did in the erotic literature you read. They just stuck it in and went until they came. John wasn't doing that, no matter how hard it was to resist. 

John retracts his fingers for a moment and licks them to add extra lubricant. He hums at the taste of your arousal on his fingers. He brings the digits back to your core, and with a nod of approval, he inserts them. You whine at the penetration. You of course had fingered yourself before, but your fingers were much smaller than Johns. 

He begins pumping them in and out. He starts slow because the last thing on earth he would want to do was hurt you. As your whimpers turn to whines, he moves them faster. You moan softly and reach a hand to circle your clit. John quickly swats your hand away, taking control of your clit. You moan out his name along with many more unprintable obscenities. 

John feels your walls clench around his fingers. Your moans grow louder, and just as youre about to feel your release, a sudden emptiness fills you. John licks his fingers clean as your high slowly fades away. “But-” you mumble, and John tuts you. “Just wait,” he says. “You’ll come in no time, and it will be fucking amazing,” he ensures you. 

He looks down at his cock, ready to fill you up entirely when he realized he didn't have a condom. “Shit,” he muttered. “There should be some in the bathroom. They’re pretty accommodative here,” you say and almost giggle. John nods, stands up from the bed and grabs a condom from one of the neatly organized drawers. He returns to the bed, rolls on the condom, then aligns his tip with your entrance. You give him a nod and less than a second later he was filling you up to the brim. 

You yell out as he stretches you. “Holy fuck!” you’d be surprised if the neighbouring hotel rooms couldn't hear. You quickly shake off Johns' worries. “No, no. Keep going-” you assure him. You never wanted him to stop. 

After you gave him the O.K, he began thrusting into you. His hands gripped your hips as his cock moved in and out of you. You grabbed his hands, forcing him to pin you down. 

“Dirty girl,” he grins, and you moan in response. He forces your wrists into the bed, tightly gripping them as he slams his pelvis into yours, rewarding him with another one of your sweet and erotic moans. “Don’t… don’t stop!” you breathe out, and John smirks. “Didn’t plan to,” he replies as he thrusts into you again. You beg him to go faster, and he complies. Your moans become uncontrollable as his cock plunges in and out of you, his length hitting every pleasure sensor to send you through the roof. 

John grips your palms tighter as his breathing gets heavier. “Fuck… Y/N,” he groans. “Gonna be a good girl for me? Hm?” you immediately nod. You were going to be a good girl. You wanted to be his good girl. “Gonna need an answer there, sweetheart.” you suppress your moans so you can get out a single phrase to please him. “Yes!” you say. “I’ll be – holy fuck! I’ll be good, I- I promise,” John smirks. You look so needy and helpless. “That's what I thought,” he says before kissing you hungrily. 

His tongue reaches untouched places in your mouth, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and leaving hickeys everywhere he could lay his lips. You whine at his hot breath suctioning your skin. You knew your father would be furious that you had hickeys, but you couldn't care any less. 

John feels your walls clench around his length. You were close again. You begin crying out, begging for some form of release. “Gonna be a good girl and come?” you already know he needs a verbal response. “Yes, I’ll be so good and come for you…!” you moan. Your eyes roll back into your head; body numb like the familiar effects of an edible. 

John returns his mouth to your neck, sucking hot welts onto your delicate skin as he growls praises and demands into your ear. He was close too, and he couldn't wait much longer. The sound of his low, raspy voice in your ear, for you and only you to hear, was the thing you needed to push you over the edge. The pleasure rushes over you like a tidal wave, a completely unfamiliar feeling of ecstasy. Bells ring in your ears as your shout out obscenities, unable to hear them over the deafening sound of your body reacting to the orgasm.

John groans loudly as your walls tighten around him. “Fuck!” he yells. His hips shudder, hard thrusts becoming sloppy. He lets out a masculine moan, bucking his hips towards yours as he spills his arousal into the condom. He wished he could fill you up; watch as his come dripped out of you. He was already taking the risk of having sex with you, he wouldn't risk getting you pregnant, even if it turned him on like you couldn't imagine.

He pulls out, leaving you with an empty feeling, wishing for the overflowing sense to return. John removes the condom before collapsing on the bed beside you.

“John… holy fuck -” you huff, chest still heaving rapidly. John smirks at what he's done; proud of his work. “Bet that was way better than whatever guys you’ve been with,” he says, the cocky side of him coming out strong. You nod and laugh. “Way better.”

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

You know what i'm gonna doooooo

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Yay! This is a fun combo!

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“We don’t need a baby,” Chris insists. “M-Mom already stopped coming over to see us like she used to. Now she will be here with her baby and she won’t…”

He trails off and erupts into another fit of tears. 

Eddie sighs. He thinks exactly the same terrible thought Eddie had voiced to Buck, right after finding out about the baby. It’s a thought he no longer has. He’s worked himself down from there. But he can’t blame his son for going to the same place. A place born of fear. 

“Christopher, I get why you’re scared,” Eddie says gently. “But this baby doesn’t mean you’re going to stop seeing your mom. It just means our family is getting a little bigger. Okay?”

“Then why did things change?” Chris whines. 

Yeah. Eddie also isn’t quite sure. He doesn’t know how to answer that. 

“Your mom and I are going through some stuff right now,” Eddie says. “Things are going to look different. But that doesn’t mean they’ll be bad.”

As he says it, he realizes it could be true. It could be. With a lot of work, from both of them. And if the main thing standing in the way of that is Eddie’s wounded pride and his heartbreak, then he is failing not only Chris, but his unborn child, too. The same way he had when he was too scared to let Shannon see her son again, last year. 

“Do you promise?” Chris asks.

“I promise.” Eddie says. He kisses the top of Christopher’s head. “Why don’t I go check on Mom now, and then maybe we can all talk about it again?”

“Okay,” Chris agrees.

“Okay. Can you play with your Legos for a little bit?”

“Yes.”

“Good man,” Eddie says. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie leaves him there and heads towards the kitchen to find Shannon. She’s leaning over the sink, glass of cool water in hand. It’s clear she’s been crying. 

“Shannon,” he says when he walks into the room. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she blubbers. “I didn’t mean to react. I just don’t have a good handle on it right now.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not fine, Eddie. This is why I wasn’t sure. I’m hurting him again.”

“No, you’re not.” Eddie shakes his head.

“God, why did I think I could do this? I keep fucking up with the kid I have. I don’t deserve another one.”

Eddie does something then even he doesn’t expect. He steps towards her and pulls her into a hug. Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe asking for a divorce also means hey, don’t touch me ever. But this is insane. This is so crazy. They both love these kids and want the best for them and they’re meant to be a team. 

They’ve never actually been a team. 

He’s been Christopher’s father. She’s been Christopher’s mother. They’ve been two people in love. Two people with a lot of sexual chemistry. But they’ve never, not once, operated as a team. 

And Eddie knows a lion’s share of the blame for that starts with him.

“Shannon, that’s not true,” Eddie tells her. “He was upset about the living arrangements. He thought it meant you’d spend all your time with the baby and none with him. All he needs is to know that’s not true.”

Shannon, to Eddie’s surprise, doesn’t reject the hug.

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Which Buck is honestly happy about.  It’s such a beautiful day. Perfectly sunny, but with a cool breeze. They’re in one of the most gorgeous places Buck has ever been. They are sea kayaking. Might as well linger here forever. 

The tour goes as well as Buck hoped it would. They see the seals, sea lions, and otters. They even spot some of those famous sea slugs.

Nothing compares to Christopher’s expression, though, when sea otters get within feet of their kayaks. He lights up with a sort of joy that’s rare in a teenager. That reminds Buck of when he was little. Eddie watches Chris watching the little critters with the same sort of joy in his eyes. He looks totally at peace. Buck feels totally at peace. 

It’s the perfect way to spend a morning. 

His arms are pleasantly sore from a new sort of motion by the time they make it back to shore. He thinks he likes kayaking. 

He and Eddie help Brittany load the kayaks from the beach onto a rack.

“Thank you!” She exclaims as they’re halting them. “Most visitors don’t stick around to help.”

“Ah, we don’t mind,” Buck says. 

“They’re firefighters,” Chris says. “They lift heavy stuff all the time.”

“That’s right,” Eddie says, sliding a kayak onto the rack. 

They’re at the top of a sandy slope, in front of a little shed that belongs to the tour company. It has a gorgeous view of the waterfront. Standing right in front of the kayak rack on that slope, Buck turns to admire the view for another minute.

[hlcevr-tech-support]

coda what the fuck did you do

That’s not-! Why are you being so accusatory? I know the Custom AI selection has been historically buggy but…this isn’t even close to-!

>> Hehehe~ Don’t worry! Coda had nothing to do with me!

…You’re not supposed to know that name.

>> But I doooooo!

Y-You’re not supposed to be able to HEAR me when I’m out of character either!!!

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

:: Session o1 - New Beginnings ::

“Therapy?” Tara read, and reread the email three times just to make sure she was fully comprehending it. And oh boy was she. Okay, sure she knew that was part of the point of coming here, to try to do better and get better. That’s all her mother wanted for her, but it was SUMMER. She at least thought she’d get some leniency.  

Rolling around in her bed, she tossed her phone aside, hoping she could at least ignore it for another hour or so. “Sugar what is mommy going to doooooo?” She whined, pulling a pillow over her head and trying to shut out the light spilling in from the windows. 

Two hours later, Tara was standing outside Dean Tat’s door, anxiously pacing. She was never nervous, she could yap herself out of any situation but this time that was precisely what she feared. What if she said too much? What if they found some way to use it against her? 

Her head snapped up as she heard the creak of the door opening. “Tara- oh! There you are, come in!” Dean Tat’s voice was warm and inviting, but it didn’t do much to calm the brunette’s nerves as she took a seat on the couch. “Tara, there’s nothing to be worried about this is just a routine first session. Just to see how you’re adjusting to a new school, and any possible triggers.”

“But what if this is the trigger?” Oh, she shouldn’t have said that! Fuck, Tat was writing something down now. “KIDDING!” She quickly tried to recover, hoping not to have anything too obscene written about her. Tara couldn’t help but try to steal a peak, causing Tat to immediately pull back and hide the notepad even more. Maybe she could break in late in the night and steal it… just to take a peak… 

“Let’s just start this off nice and simple… How do you feel you’re adjusting to the Uni?”

“Oh, good! Good! Making lots of friends.” And friends who have connections at that. God it’s almost as easy as LA to score here, do these Deans even know what’s going on behind their backs? “Everyone in Alpha is great- even the quiet one seems to be nicer than he lets on… You guys should really work on getting him out of his shell you know? I think that’d be-“ 

“Tara, this therapy session is about you.” She had heard that Tat was the firm but fair Dean, it would have been so much easier if she had gotten one of the Deans that was easily distractible or that liked to yap. But she had a feeling they paired her with Tat because of her ability to keep someone on topic. Ugh, she hated that they were good at their jobs.

“How are you this week? Any big events for you?”

She thought back to the Pride event, and shook her head smiling. “Nope! I’ve been peachy keen jelly bean! Mostly just figuring out what courses I’ll be taking for the fall semester.” It looked like Tat didn’t quite believe her, but she didn’t push that question further, it was after all just their first session. 

“Do you think you’re getting better?” Tara couldn’t help but frown. She had never felt like she had anything to recover from in the first place. Okay, sure she was a party girl, and she liked her blow but so did half of LA. Yet somehow that hadn’t landed all of them here. And yes, on a few occasions she had gotten too fucked up and couldn’t entirely piece together the night before… “Yes? No? What’s the right answer here?” Fuck! Fuck, now she was bombing for real.

“Tara there are no right or wrong answers here, you’re not being graded. This is just to see how we can help you… Have you been having any extra stress lately? Anything that could maybe trigger you?”

Again, she thought back to the Pride event, and how her first instinct was to search for a little white line when anything bad happened. “Nope, honestly I just don’t get stressed! I’m fine, I think you may be wasting your time on me. I can just go, let you get to your next p-“ “Sit down Tara.” And so she sat.

“Now, I’d like to give you an assignment before you go.” “But it’s Summ-“ “Tara, please. This will be so much easier for both of us if you just listen.” It wasn’t said mean spirited, but more so like when your mom is just exasperated with you. Feeling much like a scolded child, Tara just nodded. “I’d like you to start journaling. Nothing too crazy, doesn’t even have to be about anything specific. But once a day I’d like you to write in a journal. Please bring it with you to our meeting next week.”

“Are you going to read it?” “Not if you don’t want me to. Now, our time is up. I’ll see you same time next week okay? If you need to see me sooner… I’m here.” There was something about the way she said it, like she knew Tara would be back sooner than the week? Maybe she could just see through all the bullshitting Tara had done today. Either way it didn’t sit right with her. Still, she nodded as she got up and mumbled a thanks before leaving.

[winntersnow]

A needlessly long talking about AraiBeni (Winters repair insanity)

So AraiBeni, huh

It’s a pairing I know only a handful of people know about let alone actually get into.

I can literally count them on my hand. 

I'm being serious.

I completely understand why, Arai dies within the first five seconds of the series.

A lot of people don’t even know who his ass even is.

Dies, kababgo, gets glocked, gets fucking blickied.

Nothing guy does nothing gives us nothing and that’s the end of that-

So why AraiBeni?

So before I get into the insanity of how I write their relationship let’s get into the whys first and the actual proof for at least a friendship that went on with them in cannon.

To start off with, in chapter ten of the series and both of their first appearances we can see them accompanying Aki and Himeno to the scene of the leach devil.

Sticking close by each other, something that’s explained in chapter fourteen where Himeno confirms both of them are her rookies in training, for about six months now, or at least Arai has been meaning he and Kobeni have known each other for about half a year.

Now, it doesn’t outright say the two are 100% buddies/devil hunting partners but it’s something we can infer from their time together we see even when not with Himeno (chapter 28 before the shooters attack where they are clearly on their own together)

This doesn’t outright prove anything right now but does show the two spent a decent amount of time together.

One of the first most obvious indicators of some kind of care would actually be in chapter fifteen. With him attempting to calm her down after she begins to panic after learning they are trapped inside the hotel.

Very fast to comfort her after just a few lines of dialogue from her previously.

Like he’s done it to her several times before this, which with how Kobeni is and how Arai seems to be would make sense.

His words also suggest that Kobebi has told Arai a decent amount about her family life already.

About her sibling and bits about her family.

Maybe this could be considered small talk in other cases, but again thinking back to the shy, nervous person Kobeni is around people in general, her talking regularly to Arai shows some kind of relationship.

Arai’s attempt to calm her down ends up doing the complete opposite Unfortunately, Kobeni panics more while Power laughs at her and Arai snaps at her venomously to cut it out.

The following doesn’t hold much else for my point, but I would love to point out that Arai locked himself in a room with Kobebi in his moments of panic and his own moments of fear.

Definitely a reach on my part but still makes me kick my feet back and forth and grin so wide like: ‘Ohhhhh sharing a room as one is having 100 separate panic attacks and the other got knocked out for trying to drink from a toilet!!! What will they doooooo kiss??? Ohh ohhh’ 

Anyhow in chapter 17 emotions are at an all-time high in the hotel. 

Power eats everyone’s food supply and the infamous exchange with Arai and Kobeni starts after Arai attempts to defend Power from her.

Kobeni accuses him of being a spy.

All this time he remains surprisingly calm until she literally brings the knife to his throat because-

Ya.

Not so much as what seems like a few minutes later in the next chapter even with this he immediately teams up with Kobebi to attempt to murder Denji.

He doesn’t even look uncomfortable around her after the fact like she’s done this several times before and Arai just doesn’t care.

Or there is something wrong with him-

Or all of the above.

Either way, he just shows no real grudge to it like any normal person would.

Where combined with how we also see Kobeni act this was definitely not a one time thing and Arai still stuck with her.

It’s almost more funny to me than anything, but ya guy had to tolerate her more than most did.

(Also small side note that’s rather unimportant but still an extra note note that In Japanese Kobebi calls Arai ‘Kun’ instead of ‘San’ even with Arai being two years older than her, just something interesting I saw pointed out by a few separate Japanese fans) 

Ok moving on to the meat of this entire little segment of mind, that takes place in what’s mostly chapter twenty-eight.

The shooting.

It’s the most clear cut of my points honestly, but I also have a few other things I took away from it that I’ve seen no one else talk about.

Haven’t seen a lot of people talk about the MAIN stuff even.

I imagine you all, especially those who know me personally, know too how unwell the scene where Arai takes the bullet for Kobeni makes me.

The guy was shot in the neck.

Only had a few seconds to react if even that much and what does he do with those last seconds?

Dies for Kobeni.

Dies for her when he has to be in some kind of shock with that hole in his neck.

You… have to care about someone a lot to do that.

To die for them with zero hesitation like Arai did for Kobebi.

You can realistically say either way rather what Kobeni felt for Arai was love or not, but with Arai, I think he was definitely in love with her.

Died for her right there on the pavement.

I’d bet money that he’d do it again and again.

And for Kobeni, a person was made the last priority with her entire family, and made the least important.

Made to feel so mind-numbingly worthless compared to all of them, like she WAS a last priority like they care so little about her, would make her risk her life because that’s how little she matters.

For this fucking dude to think she’s worth giving up his life for with absolutely no hesitation is something she’d never expect in a hundred years anyone to do-

And yet he did.

Does twice even but I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

In response to his death, Kobebi responds in a way we’ve never seen since. 

Instead of fleeing like she could have.

Finding a place to hide to save herself.

Takes the walkie-talkie off the dead woman’s corpse (after Kobeni killed her) and tracks down the people responsible for the shooting to attempt to kill them knowing fully well how dangerous they are.

It always boggles my mind, this scene is talked about so much but never the reason why she did this.

People make this out to be just her saving Denji but with all of Kobebi’s past actions and behaviors, I think this hardly makes sense.

Instead, I’ve always strongly believed it was revenge for Arai, why she asks Katana man and Akane if ‘they’re with the shooters’ before instantly attacking them.

I think Denji was more of a second bonus thing.

Arai was the main person in her mind.

Getting that revenge for his death against people she knows has to be insanely strong.

And this is the only real time we see her like this.

She had to have really cared about him to risk herself for revenge like that.

Because he was kind to her? Her friend? Such a rare person that was kind to her?

It’s something she even blames himself for as she laughs hysterically and sobs about ‘him shielding her’ to Denji.

The only time we see her blame herself for anything.

(Another extra note to this scene is that I think after he was killed Kobeni placed the first layer of her uniform on top of Arai’s body to give him some kind of decency in death. As when she’s walking with him she has it on and when she confronts Katana man and Akane she does not. Taking it off by some point to probably put it over his corpse as I see no other reason for her to take it off)

In the following chapters after this Kobeni doesn’t quit public safety, but in fact stays if only to help capture Akane and Katana man. I strongly think this is to get her to actually take revenge on them.

Yes, she did say it was for the money but I definitely think the main reason was for Arai.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be putting in all this needless work into it. (Money was still another reason though don’t get me wrong)

It really says a lot about how she had to feel about him with how selfish most of her actions are in the series and her pain priorities being about her own survival to risk it all to get revenge on the man who died for her.

The man who was kind to her.

I for one think it’s very bittersweet on both their parts.

Even more so getting to Violence fiend.

Following the theory it’s the devil of violence inhabiting Arai’s body with his memories and feelings, clearly still cares deeply for Kobeni.

Even with the fiendafcation.

Forgetting everything.

That love for her remains.

It so clearly remains with him with that need to look after her.

I would go deeper into it but this is about AraiBeni, my talkings about Kobence can wait another day, and with that resolves my full cannon exclamation on them caring about each other and all my proof.

Woof.

That was a lot and that’s only the fucking beginning of it.

Like tip of the iceberg stuff to start you off with before I delve into my personal writing of their romance and why I write it that way in painful detail.

Are you ready?

LETS GO.

~

To start with.

I have always imagined the very start of their relationship to be the most rocky thing you can possibly imagine.

(Note Even with this he finds her attractive right off the bat not at all feeling anything yet but he thinks she’s pretty and is very polite because he’s the classic 1990’s guy.)

Remember when I said I think Kobebi has probably threatened him with a knife a few times?

Ya, that’s what I think their first meeting was like.

Because of Arai’s stature no doubt.

He’s a very tall, well built man with a scar on his face, and doesn’t look like he knows how to smile.

Yells just about every word he says.

Kobeni is a very small woman with massive amounts of anxiety.

It’s not a good mix.

Misunderstandings happen, Kobeni reacts from fear and it ends up with Arai getting a bloody arm for his troubles.

It’s something that’s hard to completely fault either of them for but still just an awful thing for both of them overall.

She slices his arm open-

In every right, he could get a new buddy.

Himeno even asks him if he wants one.

That Kobeni has been through buddies like this before for doing the same thing to them.

Getting started by them and physically attacking them-

But knowing he had made his own faults and feeling no need to do so he turns the offer down and continues to work with Kobeni although as you can guess things are more than a little tense between them both.

(Also on a darker note another reason why he’s so meh about the entire thing is because his mother for reasons I won’t get into has also hurt him similarly to that, on multiple occasions so in a way he’s completely used to it)

(It’s fucked up but it’s supposed to be fucked up)

I think even with that the first instance of something sparking or more just the start of something happening with them would be training and being forced to go drinking with Himeno.

Just training in general with the shared dread and knowledge that hangs over both their heads in terms of just how short a life span they most likely have now.

The fear of death, that continued fear as they continue their training together, how fucked they are.

It’s something they both understand and having another person be in the same boat gives them both a little bit of comfort even before they become even just friends.

Kind of patting the earth before anything begins to be built.

That and that their boss is a freak.

Something only really starts after they accidentally bump into each other after needing a break from their selective households for what is basically the same reason.

they’re able to talk and mention why they’re devil hunting at all.

Both for their families.

Kobeni for her sibling and brother (Arai doesn’t know yet that they’re fully forcing her)

And Arai for his mother and they don’t lose the house after the recent death of his absent father, the person who was originally helping with bills.

One of the most important exchanges 

also takes place that night, with Arai asking her what he can do for her to help her be more comfortable with him so they both can get along better and be better partners. 

Kobeni tells him she’s not sure, she knows getting along with something they have to do if they want to live longer but she’s so scared of everything all the time. 

She’s so scared of him still can’t let herself relax around him.

(I think Kobeni has always been a weary and paranoid person. It’s not just anxiety and being awkward with people but again downright fear of his presence. Both from what I mentioned before and what her past experiences with men and people overall has to have been like. 

How she has to be used to being treated like with how she acts in general with her quickness to lash out at others and flinching.

Her parents just overall solidifies this point for me.)

Arai, wanting to get closer to her to form some kind of bond offers to buy her coffee as a way to spend more time together outside the work environment so they can get more used to each other.

(mostly as a means to try and survive as long as possible, the more he can make a relationship with his buddy the longer he feels he can last.

Especially with how important I think he views relationships and building them in general.)

She’s wary, but wanting the free coffee and knowing this is in her best interest too, agreed in the exchange of letting him ride to work with her. (Arai originally took a train)

It even gets her to smile a little, something that makes his heart flutter, it’s the first and definitely not the last instance of it doing this.

It’s all a thing that’s built from so much warryness on both sides and only even started by both of their fear of death and knowing they’re going to die quicker if they never get used to one another.

It’s a…

Start…

It’s a decent start at the very least.

(They’re both side-eyeing each other)

The first car ride is awkward as fuck.

Awkward and kind of tense something that’s quick to stop when they come across a bunch of parked cars.

Arai goes to check it out by himself (Kobeni is too spooked to and like hell he’s gonna push her after last time) and runs into a fiend.

It beats his fucking ass, he’s still a rookie after all and only doesn’t die because Kobeni eventually comes in to kill it with him.

(She does this literally mostly just to get free coffee from him and waits so long to go and help he almost loses a damn arm. It’s something she feels guilty about especially when after the fight he asks if she’s okay when he’s the one hurt)

So guilty in fact she actually goes to see him at the hospital while he’s getting his wounds looked at.

It’s where she overhears the guy arguing with one of her past buddies (whom she harmed in the past) 

Hears Arai tells the guy he’s not interested in his suspicions about Kobeni and defends her when he insults her.

(It’s so rude of him to Arai in general to insult his coworker at all Plus Kobeni just saved his life which is something that has now gotten a lot of Arai’s respect and more of his trust, especially with watching HOW she fought. She really is capable now in his eyes)

It kind of makes her feel worse for the whole almost letting him die thing and tries to tell him what Arai refused to listen to but Arai doesn’t want her to tell her if she’s only going it because she feels like she has to.

He’s mostly right to so she ends up not saying anything about it.

(It would have been about her devil contract, the bad luck devil how she's literally a bad luck charm)

It gives him even further appreciation for it a everything else he’s done for her so far.

None of her other buddies had done anything close to any of this before.

Stayed with her after she hurt them.

Not lose their temper.

Try so hard to build a bond.

And now this..?

It’s something that is hitting her really hard now.

Shakily giving him a card she brought and explaining she really is trying to get along with him just like he is with her. 

It’s actually another big reason why she came even if her fear of him is still there.

She’s trying right back with him in her own way.

This.. trying to get coffee with him… it might seem so small but she is trying despite her fear.

Arai mostly understands this too and appreciates it a lot.

Someone trying to form connections too even in such deep terror is enough to get even more respect out of him.

He tries back even harder with her.

It’s something that’s really good for both of them.

They’ve taken a step. 

A step!!!!!!!

More steps happen once Kobeni slowly gets more and more okay with having him in her vehicle so much as does Arai being around her.

She’s kind of jumpy, still snapping at him more than he should be from just her nerves but he’s honestly not taking it personally at least not fully.

(A lot of this by this point, especially as even more time passes is solely thanks to her paranoia again. She’s reacting so much on instinct and survival with her parents and just about everything else, it’s always protected her. ignoring it is something that’s very hard and always seems to be there whether she wants it or not) (Most of the time she doesn’t fully care or think about it but it’s starting to upset her now)

The little get-togethers they start having more and more also helps them get more used to one another.

Showing up with marks and bruises multiple times for reasons both of them suspect but neither talk about, yet there is a slimmer of further understanding in the air.

It’s comforting to some extent.

(Note that with this there is a slight misunderstanding of how these marks came to be in each other's mind, Arai assumes they were an ‘accident’ like his mother with him and Kobeni assumes Arai fully knows what his mother is doing to him is fully purposeful.) (it’s complicated)

They talk about various things together.

Writing (Arai convinces her to give it a shot by trying it out) more about both their families, devil hunting, BIRDS (note Arai will not shut the fuck up about birds, that is not important for this but he really fucking likes birds), what they’ve done before this, Arai mentions how he used to go to college. (Kobeni twitches)

Arai gets to have someone to talk to about things all his old friends never really liked to talk to him about (because you know men and the fact they’re men) it’s something he enjoys. 

As does Kobeni.

Arai is still so kind to her as well, so patient.

It’s something she’s still not used to even with what she’s already seen from him.

Cute guys and their chatter.

All the while the lingering weight that is the knowledge that with every day they’re closer to death is always lingering around them.

Just two people who are doomed to die fighting devils just like all the others.

They are doomed they are doomed in every way possible.

It’s scary.

It’s a thing that’s not actually mentioned too much but oh does it linger above their head and are they both too aware of it.

It’s just not very fun to talk about how you're probably going to die soon when you’re only 20 something and still want to do so many things.

It’s even more of that understanding I mentioned earlier with the two of them just being devil hunters in general, it’s again comforting.

Honestly, you can really say a lot of their little bonding is because of all the trauma bonding but you know.

All of it becomes a sort of new normal/routine for them.

Seeing each other basically every day, getting coffee, training, and talking…

It’s a new normal they get enjoyment out of.

The obligation and their original want to only get okay with each other to live longer has changed into a genuine liking and comfort with one another.

It really has grown into a friendship now.

With something else mingling in the center of this.

You can probably guess that that is

Kobeni and her thing of being so incredibly lonely for so long without not anyone besides her family in her life.

She either lashes out and scares them off or they just leave in general and yet Arai has stayed with her.

(Kobeni’s own annoyance with her paranoia is hitting a peak, she now really does want to trust him but something in her isn’t letting her completely and it drives her a little bonkers especially when it comes to anything romantic because- *looks at her past* you know)

(Kobeni and romance and how it’s even harder for her than anything else, to let herself trust someone that much. Go that far. Do that much. It’s incredibly hard especially when anyone mentions it. Brings it up)

Stayed with her even with everything.

He’s kind and polite and acts like a gentleman, has stuck his neck out for her more than anyone has ever done anything for her.

It almost leaves her unable to understand how to react.

(*He’s so nice to me I have to kill him* meme)

It makes her feel like she’s worth something, that she’s safe around him. (Rare I would think)

It makes her feel like she’s something special.

It makes her heart skip a beat.

Arai and his thing of having another person to talk to after his friends stopped talking to him after taking this job. (He’s a dead man walking it hurts them to talk to him)

Absolutely loves her smile on the rare occasion she does it.

Like it makes his heart flutter every single damn time.

Man can absolutely not get enough of it and when he gets to see her actually be happy.

He wants to see it more.

He WANTS to see her happy and comfortable because she’s so special to him now.

He doesn’t want to see her suffer like she always seems to be.

It’s actively starting to hurt him seeing especially with just how frequently it is

(Cringe Arai)

It’s honestly impossible to say who ‘fell’ for the other first because that’s never how I’ve thought about it.

No real moment of ‘oh shit I love him’ ‘I love her’ for either of them, not a big one at least, it’s more this slow creeping thing that sneaks up on them, just barely at first, back of their heads before it gets stronger and stronger.

Just BAM-

Love, or whatever you non aro freaks call it.

(It even gets to a point where she feels comfortable enough with him to retreat to his house for shelter when her parents are being especially bad or just to get away from them in general.)

(First time when he wasn’t at the park like he normally is, after her parents locked her out so she just fleas there, and he, of course, lets her in)

(Something something she’d even have a few smaller things always at his home like a toothbrush just because she’s there so much)

With all this time passing them by (multiple months), their death also looms over them more and more.

Arai from this and a combination of that wanting her to be happy thing starts taking her out to little places.

(They’re probably gonna die soon any day now as their training turns to missions. Arai wants to give her this much before that. She deserves that much at the very least.)

(Yessss Arai spoil her completely and utterly fucking rotten.)

It’s something that’s kind of hard for her to be ok with with what I mentioned earlier but because she trusts Arai not to do anything or take advantage of anything (even if a part of her mind is still wailing he will) she rolls with it.

Even takes him out to a few places as well.

He gets to meet her siblings, and thinks they’re good kids.

Now, it’s obvious these are fucking dates.

Like these fuckers are going on dates, but do they admit to that?

Nah.

Of course, they don’t.

They both are so venomously against ever even acknowledging any feelings they know they have for each other.

Because oh boy do they absolutely know they both have feelings for each other and it’s not a ‘do they feel the same way’ thing, they’re not stupid, but they do Jack shit about it.

In fact, it’s almost a weird unsaid thing they share, that they don’t bring it up, just like they don’t openly bring up how they’re gonna die soon.

So it’s just these two morons dancing around their clear feelings for the other.

This is for a lot of separate reasons for both of them.

Arai thinks it’d be improper of him to ask out his coworker. 

Oh, how scandalous to ask out his work partner!!!!!!!

And Arai is so fucking strict about what he thinks is inappropriate (like he even was unsure about taking her out or even hanging out with her outside work in general because he thought it might be inappropriate) (it’s like an actual huge concern for him)

(He’s extremely serious about it it’s actually a big part of how he acts in general)

(Besides he’s not stupid and with all her very strong and downright aggressive reactions to anything like it keys him into she probably has a problem when it comes to that.)

Kobeni’s reasons for it tie back to her fears about relationships and what that might turn into when it comes to what she absolutely doesn’t want.

It scares her and Kobeni stays away from things that scare her.

(Kobeni ultimate sex hater as she should be)

Even if a part of her wants to kiss him it’s not worth that risk.

The last and biggest thing with it is just how they both think they’re going to again, die, so what’s even really the point of trying to go anywhere with one another when this is already so nice?

Get together just to die and hurt the other?

No never….

Arai doesn’t want to hurt her.

Kobeni doesn’t want to be hurt.

They say nothing and continue doing what they’re doing for a while.

Of course, no one can dance forever.

It would stop somehow eventually and every time Kobeni always has to be the person to make the first move in the relationship in my book.

Always.

No real acceptions.

I feel so strongly about this because with the sheer lack of control and say Kobebi has in her life constantly with literally everything she’s getting full say and chooses to start up his relationship because she wants it herself even with that fear.

I want it to be her full choice, not Arai’s, it’s about Kobeni and having this control.

(I love writing it at first happen in the hotel, just fucking making out with him in the heat of the moment. In my broken reality in my crazy mind, something went down. They made the fuck out and it was a messy ass make-out session. They cuddled. I don’t make the rules.)

(She freaks because of more stuff I already mentioned and thinks she broke this unsaid truce and messed up what they had —> messes up further)

(It’s something she would apologize for. Ask why the hell he sticks with her. He tells her because it’s because he cares a lot about her. That buddies stick together)

(It’s the push shortly after she asks him out, or wound be about to but then he gets shot, whatever)

(Note I always write her asking him out)

(Kobeni’s choosing, ETC)

(He also learns about the extent of how shitty her parents are too besides the whole assuming most of it is accidents thing I mentioned which is a very horrible thing to learn about)

(He’s upset, to say the least)

*clears throat*

If he didn’t fucking drop dead the relationship would have gone extremely slow and I mean extremely slow.

Arai is slow because he’s so traditional thinking when it comes to relationships (it’s even gotten him dumped in the past, loser)

Kobeni wants to go slow because of obvious reasons. (Real for it, she is in fact NOT a loser)

It’s slow, it’s soft and tender enough to make a dog lose its goddamn mind.

(Like huh what the actual FUCK is wrong with both of you, this is why you die 99% of the time Arai and it’s better that way.)

Slow and steady does win the race to their little insanity after all.

‘Race’ whatever the fuck those yahoos are doing hand holding or whatever like what the fuck.

One step at a time with what she’s okay with, he’s completely cool with it again he likes taking it slow.

Arai thinks he’s soooooo lucky to have her, it feels all so different from anyone else he’s ever dated, he’s not sure why this is (it’s probably the trauma bonding) (he’s very mushy about it)

Kobeni thinks her luck is good for once as well. (She may love her loser boyfriend)

They’re not openly fluffy about it persay…. Not out in public at least (that’s her and Violence) (and oh boy there are a lot of key differences between how her and Violence would work out VS AraiBeni, Violence is a lot mushier, and ‘I miss my wife’, Arai is not, but that’s for another time) but their care and love for one another is still very much there in every regard.

Obvious.

Like ya, I think they love each other guys!

(Kicks Arai off a train into a frozen lake)

(He falls with a splat and turns into a creature)

Everything would take longer than most would to work itself out, again it’d still be slow things are far from over.

Kobeni is far from being okay with everything.

Getting intimate, getting Kobeni to move in with him, sharing a bed, ETC.

especially when things get further down the line.

Arai is still so stuffy about certain things (his job, how things should be done, and everything with his mom..)

(She hisses at him and says the stuff with his mother is bad just like the way her parents treat her is fucked up)

It’s done mostly by Arai having so much undying love and care for his girlfriend and wanting her to be comfortable in everything they do, lets her take the lead in basically everything they try out especially when it depends on the sexual side of things.

His very idealistic ideas on what a man should be, that he should be the one taking charge, on top, ETC shoved aside just like that because her comfort matters infinitely more to him than that.

There’s no even ‘oh let me think about it’-

No, it’s immediate, her comfort and happiness matter a lot to him, You’ve read this entire thing you get that.

(It’s only out of letting her be comfortable at first but then he learns he enjoys it, and tells no one about this, you’d have to pry it from his corpse)

Kobeni tops, I don’t see it any other way.

Like I stated before, for me this is always needed so she can have all the control in the world. 

(Hell yeah you top that guy like 2X bigger than you!!!)

(It actually gives her a huge confidence boost)

It’s all another thing she really appreciates from him.

Now, thinking further down the line I really don’t think… they’d ever have sex.

I just can not see them doing that in 99% of all my own stuff.

Kobeni is asexual you can not change my mind on this.

She’s not going to have sex with him.

(Connected but not she sees sex as this inherently bad thing. It’s about pain and power and control. Control and power over her and she’s sick and tired of power over her.)

(Arai thinks the complete opposite and thinks it’s crazy she even thinks that way. He thinks it’s the embodiment of the most loving trusting thing you can do with another person. It’s why you have to marry them first. To really show that love to one another before you do anything of that sort. It’s about love and trust to him. And love and trust and forming relationships is very important to Arai.)

(Not trying to point out their differences in viewpoints are just interesting to me)

Arai doesn’t try to convince her otherwise, he has no right to do so, no right at all.

And respects it when Kobebi is firm on her reasoning.

He doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable..

He’d never want that!

That would defeat the entire purpose of it!!!!

No sex allowed in this household, Beni says so.

She’s so right for it.

(Don’t get me wrong he’s still pent up as all hell he’s just still very respectful)

(Winterrrrrrrr what about more?? After that, what about marriage isn’t that super important to Arai?????)

(I JUMP AT YOU SINKING MY TEETH INTO YOUR THROAT AND SHAKING RAPIDLY LIKE A WILD ANIMAL)

THEY WOULD NOT!!!!!!!!!

Kobeni wouldn’t like the idea of being tied to someone like that. (It’s like a contract, like a Devil contract!!)

Arai would be really big on it but Kobeni would not.

They would not.

Ever.

.

.

.

…………

But-

Just like with everything in their relationship, to make her more comfortable with it, Arai asks if it would prove they would be equals in all this if he took her last name instead of the other way around.

(Another instance of Arai throwing away man insanity) (SCREAMS)

Kobeni meets him in the middle, especially with how important she knows this is for him and agrees.

(Their wedding would 100% go wrong in some way with her luck, it starts absolutely downpouring on both of them. They’re soaked to the bone. Arai smiles faintly and tells her it’s a good thing he’s never minded rain. Kobeni hesitated before she smiles too, she says she’s never minded it much either) 

(It’s a scene that makes my mind melt in its skull)

(I hate them X3)

Thank god Arai died.

Now, I realize the majority of this was just summarizing my fic in the strangest way possible but you all get it now.

You understand completely correct?

Slow burn between two people who know they’re probably going to die soon, started by that want not to die, Arai reaching out, her reaching out next until it slowly grows into so much more of something they both needed so badly and helping each other on the way from the other’s influence?

(Yes Winter we get it, we understand!!!!! Understand completely!!)

(Good I’m so proud everyone should understand my genius vision)

In conclusion, these guys are freaks and I hate them. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk about them.

(No seriously thank you if you made it this far I really appreciate it especially since this is for like three people thanks so muchhhh)

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absolute delight and excitement and beige comics under the cut let's go insane

first off this is such a fun idea but i kept getting stuck because how did they get out if he didnt get at least a little violent? they were in a Situation. thats why he started blasting in the first place in the movie! he kills everyone holding cadebra and then kills everyone else who is looking at the two of them funny, and he tells her to get out before he starts hurting her too. but anyways i digress. au! my polite little boy uou (transcipts in image descs to save on space. i realize i should be doing this in the first place to be more accessible but i dont do it. ay. someday ill get over that brain hurdle)

the profs are so. blank eyed about being Stopped. that’s their GOD. they want him to do the prophesied deeds! but he’s not. “aren’t you our god now” no I’m just that kid but I have this primordial god deity chilling giving me horrible advice now in my head. awful. thanks. i just learned real fast real hard how to love and trust myself

and then also i was like. well like. w. what is everyone gonna say. not nice things. thats a scary insect boy (WHY HE INSECT? IVE NEVER DRAWN PEPPERMINTEPPI PROPERLY BEFORE AND ITS KILLING ME WHY IS HE A BEETLLEEEEE).

and also also. also. ???? drinking the ichor SUCCESSFULLY, is quite literally what og peps just,, keeps saying will Recreate Him, OG Peps, so i guess he did that (?? HELLO) or something similar when he was little but as you can tell he did not uh. keep the scary beetle body. maybe he didnt have a bestie to protect

anyways. so. pep likes being big. :)

also have this

poor pep trying to mediate between the gay idiot he used to be in his head (not the gay idiot he still is) and the giant scary monster from the before-nothingtimes he just willingly added to the vr chat

and his poor fuckin teachers

(ron james is too old and anxious for this shit and life giving magus has a thing about not letting people feel sad :( hes an Emotions Wizard being sad makes him do Evil Magic did you watch the episode Little Dude? gotta keep his students feeling loved and safe or else. especially when they’re um. imbued with massive amounts of dark magic. sorry I like the them)

i also have this from discord

I don’t know how to end this post this au is fun. none of the kids and few of the adults know the significance of this guy. pep is like hnnnnn just wanna be a normal kid but also scarypowerfulbig. enough. to protect. blaines over here like we are not letting him in the school like that are we and weaponhead is like well. the important thing is we aren’t letting the murderers back in. Blaine.

Maybe larry (cousin got fucking murdered by the teachers) and pep (reached level 100,000 just by drinking juice and now kinda scares everyone) drop out together. just chill quiet together. what do wizards even DOOOOOO, get COFFEE??? make up entirely new schools of magic kinda like those jerky secret societies but less jerky (ron James s6e13 “thanks for the crabapples giussepe”)????? just sit around and wait for Blaine (RULES GUY) and Deb (needs structure in her life and thinks school is fun) to get out of class so they can go do things?

also also I was gonna be Sad tm that you said pep was immortal now, but I insist on believing that wizards have long lifespans. so it’s not like Deb and blaine and larry just fucking DIE ten seconds into pep’s infinite life. they’re there. for a while. (:

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⚠️WARNING: GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 1&2 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!⚠️

I need to get my live reactions out because I am LOSING IT. Do not read beyond this point if you don’t want spoilers for the first two episodes!!!

I am going insane after the prime premiere so here are my insane ramblings externalized:

THE COLD OPEN IN EPISODE 1 KILLED ME IN MY SEAT INSTANTLY

THE NEBULA. ANGEL CROWLEY (whose name we don’t get, ofc, that made me laugh). HE WAS SO EXCITED AND AZIRAPHALE’S “I WOULD HATE TO SEE YOU GET INTO TROUBLE” AND THE W I N G.

The fjuckin. WING. I AM UNWELL. I AM GOING INSANE JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

AAAAAAAAAA

And then the title music played and I apologized to my friend that I dragged to the premiere for being Extremely Not Normal. And then told her it Would Get Worse.

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY, IM-

Maggie: Oh nooooo, we’re locked in the coffee shop together,,, what will we doooooo (every fanfic author in the room just got so many ideas.)

Hm. Lindsey, huh? Hmmmmm.

That’s uh. Not a normal amount of texts. That seems a bit Not Great. I’m watching you Lindsey. I haven’t seen you yet but I am watching

THE APOLOGY DANCE AHSHDJFJF!!! Stan Pines and Crowley have something in common apparently. Also. Aziraphale what do you mean you had to do it in 1941. what were those other times. Where did this come from. I need EXPLANATIONS.

There’s no way their two-halves-make-a-whole miracle is what set off alarms in heaven. Gabriel Absolutely Did Something.

There are too many flies in the book shop for this to NOT come back to Beelzebub somehow

Re: Beelzebub- why ask Crowley to keep them in the loop if Shax already asked him that? Are they just not communicating, or is this somehow connected to Beelzebub???

My heart fuckin stopped when Gabriel started singing Everyday.

Crowley. Crowley I need you to repeat that bit about Jane Austen. CROWLEY YOU CAN’T JUST DROP THAT, I-

Good to know that scene overlooking the ocean was in fact as emotionally intense as expected. aaaAAAAAA

Re: Job minisode- “I’m a demon. I lied.” Gives a whole new fuckin context to the “Would I lie to you” “You’re a demon” from season 1. AaaAAAA

Another one from that minisode: Aziraphale thinking that heaven could be convinced to not destroy the earth if they just understood properly in season 1… aziraphale being disgusted by human food and drinks until he was tempted to try it and understood… Mr Gaiman I am in your walls for this

Anthony J “You can’t kill kids” Crowley strikes again. And we still don’t get clarification on what kind of kids he meant, which is incredible honestly. Plus, the goats were adorable :)

How is the jukebox doing the same thing as the Bentley. Is this a “every record eventually turns into Everyday in the same way music left in a car too long turns into Best of Queen” or is this a Pointed Thing

Have I mentioned that I would die for Muriel? I would die for Muriel. It has been two episodes and I simply adore the low ranking sunshine angel.

They are so fucking married

“OUR CAR” “OUR BOOKSHOP” they are so fucking married. Crowley why are you sleeping in your car, pls it’s OUR bookshop 😭😭😭

Aziraphale took drivers tests before they were cool (aka mandatory) 🙄 come on Crowley keep up

Aziraphale driving the Bentley is something I didn’t know I needed and yET-

First the “naked man friend” comment and then a random guy stealing the seat across from Aziraphale in the pub… rip crowley

Gabriel with the Terry Pratchett paperback… Gabriel reading off the first line of Good Omens… wait the book exists in the world of the show- Aziraphale owns the book in the world of the show- what

Never thought “Archangels don’t know where babies come from” would be a plot point and yet. Here we are.

Pausing one more time to go absolutely feral over the ending of the Job minisode because that played my heartstrings like a FIDDLE. “I’m like you now” “I’m a fallen Angel” and “I’m not here to take you to hell, don’t think you’d like it”; “I’m on my own side” “Sounds lonely” and “I’m a demon. I lied.”; how heckin PRETTY THE WHOLE SCENE WAS

someone please send help because idk how I’m going to be normal after this.

Okay, scheduling this for a little after the episodes drop and spoiler tagging like crazy! SOON, THE REST!!!

[pickledsprite]

we're gonna go with the basic bitch questions here (panicking bc i can't remember if you swear but also not comprehending just removing it as an option)

ahem

if you could go anywhere in the world, where?

superpowers. Choose two?

favorite book other than solitaire?

favorite show? (i feel like i should know this 😅)

favorite color(s)?

*high fives*

dooooooooby dooooooooby doooooo-bah doooooooooooooby doooooooooooooooby dooooooooo-bah A. GENT. PEEEEEEEEEE

favorite movie?

favorite place?

favorite song?

you don't have to answer any of these.... 😅

hello there

I curse a lot u can just look at my blog and see anyways I will answer

1: my friends house (across the world)

2: shape shifting, teleportation

3: I don’t have another fav book

4: starwars: the clone wars

5: pink, black, blue

6: *dodges high five*

7: what the fuck

8: revenge of the Sith

9: my room

10: I love music so much I don’t have favs but my fav artists are Taylor Swift, MJ, pinkpantheress, cigarettes after sex, odertari, Nicki minaj, paramore and other random stuff mannn😭😭😭😭

[imtheiliad]

i’m so fucking bored omg I don’t know what to doooooo

[howdoyousleep3]

mama k i am crushing so hard on someone who has literal ETHICAL GUIDELINES THAT SAY HE SHOULD NOT TOUCH AND OR HUG ME UNLESS THE SITUATION CALLS FOR IT and it is TERRIBLE

i started my year at this boarding school three weeks ago but i didn’t really talk to this guy until two weeks ago. he invited me to play boardgames with some others but after we finished and everyone else went to bed we went to play another game. only us. 🙂🙂 and we played and talked until 3:30am????? fast forward to last saturday when it happened again only we TALKED until 6AM!!!!!! (6!!!!!) since then he keeps finding me wherever i am and just talking, and we’re playing a lot of games (he has a notebook where he’s keeping track of wins and losses) ((i am losing badly)) and he also keeps touching me by like poking and pushing lightly and placing his arm on top of my head (he’s so big and burly and tall😫 i am 5’10” it is not often i meet guys this much taller than me) and he hugged me goodnight last night and i thought i was gonna cry and also it tingled🫢🫢

but where’s the issue??? you see, he’s an environmental worker. which means he’s technically EMPLOYED AT THE SCHOOL!!!!!!! absolutely devastating. he’s literally barely allowed to hug me unless i’m in need of comforting (he’s already broken that rule whoops) and his literal JOB is to help everyone feel included

i literally don’t know what to do w myself. at least he’s only 21 (i’m 20) so it’s not like there’s any issue there

but seriously, out of like 80 other students i just HAD TO develop a crush on one of the very very few people here i literally cannot have😭😭

also he was on call tonight and when i was checking in for the night he went and got me a chair so that i sat there for like an HOUR and at one point he was making fun of me about something so i shoved him a little so that he grabbed my arm and i SWEAR TO YOU he was about to put his arm around me but thought better of it. seeing as we were in public and also with a teacher. whoops.

mama what the hell do i doooooo💔💔💔

😭 My heart!! The fierce part of me wants to tell you to say fuck the system and follow your heart and this connection with this man! But I also understand that this seems like a difficult situation with possible consequences that are not great. But I'm just so for doing whatever you want to do and what feels right, especially if it's so obviously felt and so strong. 🥺 I'm so sorry, bby.