#i just want to curl up into a ball and scream

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do a really angsty sister fic but with a cute ending but it’s very angsty

yesss! here ya go!

“Unnoticed”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : none rlly.

Y/N had always been the odd one out.

She knew her brothers loved her—of course, they did. But love and attention weren’t the same things, and lately, it felt like she had been completely erased from their world.

Chris, Matt, and Nick had each other. They always had. Three inseparable pieces of the same puzzle. And Y/N? She was just the extra. The fourth wheel in a group that never needed one.

At first, she tried to brush it off. They were busy, that was all. Filming, traveling, editing, working on their brand. She told herself it wasn’t personal.

But then the missed dinners started.

Then the unanswered texts.

Then the times she walked into a room only for them to leave moments later, too wrapped up in their own lives to notice her standing there, screaming on the inside.

She stopped trying.

If she didn’t reach out, would they?

If she didn’t show up, would they even notice?

Days turned into weeks, and it became painfully clear that the answer was no.

The final straw came on a night that should have been normal. She had been in her room for hours, curled up in bed, feeling the weight of her own insignificance pressing down on her chest. She wasn’t crying—she was past that.

Then she heard them downstairs, laughing. Loud, carefree, completely oblivious.

She checked her phone. Not a single message from any of them.

They were all together.

And she wasn’t even a thought in their heads.

Something inside her snapped.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped out the front door without bothering to text them. It wasn’t like they’d care.

It was cold. The wind stung her skin, but she barely felt it. Her legs carried her forward, away from the house, away from the suffocating loneliness that had settled in her bones.

She ended up at an empty park, sitting on the swings, her hands gripping the rusted chains as she stared blankly ahead.

She wanted to disappear.

Not in a dramatic way—she didn’t want to die or anything. She just wanted to stop existing in this way. Half-there. Half-seen. Half-loved.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. Probably just some random notification.

But then it buzzed again. And again.

Frowning, she pulled it out.

Chris: Where are you?

Matt: Y/N, answer the phone.

Nick: Are you okay? Where’d you go?

A bitter laugh bubbled up in her throat. Now they noticed? Now they cared?

She stuffed the phone back in her pocket, ignoring the way her hands trembled.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours.

Then—footsteps. Rushed, frantic. And suddenly, all three of them were there, panting, their faces pale with worry.

Chris was the first to speak. “What the hell, Y/N?” His voice was sharp, but his eyes were soft. Scared. “You just left without saying anything!”

Y/N stared at them, expression blank. “You would’ve noticed eventually.”

Matt flinched. “Of course we would have—”

“Would you?” she interrupted, her voice cracking. “Because I don’t think you would’ve. I don’t think you would’ve even realized if I stayed in my room for days, or if I stopped coming home at all.”

Silence.

Nick took a shaky breath. “Y/N… that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” she whispered, feeling the lump in her throat grow. “I’m invisible to you guys. I’m just there—some extra piece that doesn’t fit. And you don’t even see me.”

Chris stepped forward, guilt written all over his face. “Y/N, we—”

She shook her head. “I used to be your sister. Now I’m just a background character in your lives.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she hated herself for it.

Matt looked like he wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. Because she was right.

And they all knew it.

Nick ran a hand over his face, looking like he was about to cry. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “We never meant to make you feel like this. We just—” He exhaled shakily. “We fucked up.”

Chris swallowed hard, his hands balling into fists. “You’re not invisible to us, Y/N.” His voice was thick with emotion. “You’re our sister. Our baby sister. And we love you more than anything. We just… we got so caught up in everything else that we didn’t realize we were pushing you away.”

Y/N wiped at her eyes, shaking her head. “I don’t need some guilt-driven apology.”

Matt stepped closer, his voice gentle. “We’re not just apologizing. We’re fixing this. Because you’re right—we haven’t been there for you. And that’s not okay.”

Nick nodded. “We miss you, Y/N. And we’re not letting this happen again.”

Chris hesitated for only a second before pulling her into a crushing hug, burying his face in her hair.

And for the first time in forever, she felt seen.

Matt and Nick wrapped their arms around them too, holding her tightly, as if afraid she’d slip away if they let go.

She sniffled. “You guys are so annoying.”

Chris chuckled, his voice muffled. “Yeah, but we’re your annoying brothers.”

A small, watery smile tugged at her lips. Maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t so invisible after all.

[glamourscat]

౨ৎKISS? OIKAWA TOORU pt4

time skip! Oikawa | epilogue | high school exes to strangers to... read to find out ;) PART 1 | 2 | 3

August 10th, 2024

The Parisian air was warm and buzzing with excitement. The Argentina volleyball team had managed to qualify for the final match in the Olympics. Familiar faces filled the stands. For example, he could recognize a familiar head of red hair, accompanied by the one who hardly smiled, even though he was clearly excited for this. They were there.

Oikawa’s hand touched the ball, and everything else drowned out, the noises, the screams, the cheers. It was just him, the net and the ball. The sensation of flying for a split second, that feeling of almost touching the sky. A dream so far, yet not really. Ball after ball, touch after touch, tingling sensations in his hand.

Everything was blurry until he felt his heart thumping in his ears. His teammates were cheering in the background, but he was confused. His head turned toward the scoreboard. They had won. 28-26. And suddenly, everything made sense. His eyes started to tear up against his will. He was laughing and crying at the same time, his head turning toward the stands. His brown eyes searched, almost desperately, for someone.

You.

Your eyes met his, shining with pride, that smile lighting up your whole face. That grin is so familiar yet nostalgic at the same time. And all of a sudden, he was running. He didn’t know why, or rather, he did. He knew damn well why. He just hadn’t expected it to happen now. Right now. But it was the right moment.

He rushed toward the stands where you were seated, ready to jump over and bear hug you, had you not anticipated his move and met him halfway, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“I am so proud of you, my love,” you whispered softly, a smile on your face, your lips brushing his ear.

And for a moment, he thought he could have died right then and there, and everything would have been alright because he had you in his arms.

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“So, I know that we had some timing issues, but now we are here. Thank you for showing up, Oikawa, second-time Olympic champion. How does it feel to win another gold? I’m sure you must be happy.” The interviewer asked.

“Well, I can’t say I’m not,” he said with a small laugh. “It’s certainly satisfying. A result of my hard work, for sure, but my teammates were also a key part of Argentina’s success today.”

“Of course. Well, congratulations to all of you. Do you have any plans for tonight? A victory like this must be celebrated, no?” The woman smiled.

Oikawa couldn’t help but grin, his head tilted just enough to reveal the faint, poorly hidden mark on his neck. Maybe on purpose, maybe not. 

“Well, yes, I do. I’m going to celebrate with my fiancée,” he said with a smug smile, staring straight into the camera, showing off the newest addition to his hand, a thin gold engagement band.

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One hour earlier

“Marry me,” he whispered in your ear as you embraced. His adrenaline still high, from the game, from running to you, from the victory and what he had just blurted out. 

Your body froze. You took a double take.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, flabbergasted.

“You heard me. Marry me. Be my wife, my life partner, my companion. Marry me,” he said again, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone as he observed your shocked expression. Did you not want this? Was it too early? It had been almost four years since you two got back together. Fuck. Maybe he should have waited longer. But he wants nothing more than to make you his wife already—

“Yes.”

Your voice pulled him out of his overthinking spiral.

“What?” he asked, now the one in shock.

“I said yes, silly,” you chuckled softly. “I just… wasn’t expecting it. You caught me off guard.”

His eyes widened, lips curling into a grin as he started laughing and suddenly, your head was against his chest again as you two were hugging again tightly.

“Damn you…” he muttered against your skin, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Let’s go to the hotel room. Like, now. I need to give you the ring, definitely give you a much much, better proposal and something else too…” he murmured, a mischievous, knowing grin spreading across his face as he grabbed your hand.

You both took off, laughing as you ran off the court.

“But your inter—”

“I don’t care. They can wait. Right now, I need some quality time with my fiancée.”

a/n: surprise!! :) since you were tagged in the last 2 parts/loved the story, i tagged you all, i hope you don't mind <3 TAGS: @justanotherweeb666 @liquidcatt @mikkaiser @sophxluvv @hakuwaii

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[bunnib4b3s]

Xavier- Burnt Cookies

Synopsis: Xavier wanted to confess that his feelings went past friendship, and decided that he wanted to make cookies for you. Instead his entire plan went to flames

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, Coworkers-to-Lovers, Smut, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 2,000+

Setting up to confess to your long-time crush and coworker was a little more stressful than Xavier bargained for. He had worked with Jeremiah to find a recipe for a simple batch of cookies and made the icing with him a couple of days in advance to cut down on his nerves and possible accidents.

And thank god he did. With shaking hands, he carefully kneaded and placed the dough balls onto the parchment paper, lightly pressing them down. He stuck them in the freezer and set a timer for two hours.

Okay, he had two hours to clean up, then he could nap. Unfortunately, Xavier had clearly underestimated how long cleanup would take. There was flour and bits of dough everywhere, not to mention the plethora of ingredients he had left out.

Just as he finished wiping the flour off his pants, the timer went off. He glanced at the clock.

15:02

Shit. He needed to place these in the oven ASAP. No time for a nap because you would be coming home from your mission in an hour. He set the oven to 345° and fought off sleep while waiting for it to preheat.

Once he heard the miraculous ding, he carefully placed the cookies in the oven. But his drowsiness caught up with him, and he forgot to set a timer. Before he knew it, he had passed out at the dining table, his left arm dangling off the side.

The smoke must not have woken him up, but the firefighter screaming in his ear did. With shock and confusion swirling in his sleep-addled brain, he jolted up, his chair nearly tipping over as he took in the scene before him.

Black smoke curled around the kitchen ceiling, and the intense scent of burnt sugar filled the air. The firefighter shook his head. "Kid, if you wanted to set the mood with a little heat, this isn't the safest way to do it."

Xavier groaned, running a hand through his tousled hair. "The cookies," he mumbled in despair, rubbing at his tired eyes.

"Oh yeah, they're definitely extra crispy," the firefighter deadpanned, pointing toward the charred remains of what once were cookies. The baking sheet, now coated in blackened dough, sat on the counter.

And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, the door swung open.

You stood there, eyes wide, mission gear still strapped to your frame. You took in the soot-streaked kitchen, the firemen, and Xavier—disheveled, half-asleep, and looking like he’d just survived a war.

“Xavier, what happened?!” you asked, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

Xavier groaned again, dropping his head onto the table. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but they burnt.”

"Clearly." You giggled. Walking up to him with a smile, you added, "Why don't I handle the baking up in my apartment?"

He looked up and smiled lightly as you both, along with the firefighters, shuffled out of Xavier's apartment. You led him downstairs to your place and opened the door.

Xavier was in awe of how cutely decorated your living space was. He had visited and stayed over many times before, but he hadn’t been over recently to see your new decorations since the influx of highly dangerous wanderers around the N109-zone.

You motioned for Xavier to sit down as you kicked off your shoes and headed to your room to change into something comfortable. When you returned, you found him twiddling his thumbs on the couch, his face a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

You squatted in front of him, peering up with a bright smile. Xavier’s cheeks flushed red at the sight of you.

"Soooo, why were you baking cookies for me?" you asked slyly, curiosity laced in your voice.

He truly didn’t know how to answer. It’s not like he baked for you every day, and it looked suspicious, considering it was Valentine’s Day.

With hesitation in his voice, he quietly murmured, "I wanted to do something nice for you… since I knew you'd be by yourself."

You blinked, momentarily stunned by his confession. Warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile even wider. "That’s really sweet, Xavier. Even if you almost burnt your apartment down."

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, not exactly how I planned it."

You reached for his hands, fingers lightly grazing over his. "Well, how about we make those cookies together? That way, you don’t burn anything, and I get to spend time with you."

Xavier’s heart pounded. "You’d really want that?"

"Of course," you said, standing up and offering him a hand. "Come on, let’s make some cookies—properly this time."

He took your hand, fingers wrapping around yours a little tighter than necessary. Maybe his original plan had gone up in smoke, but somehow, things had worked out even better than he imagined. And as you both moved toward the kitchen, butterflies erupted in his stomach. Fuck, he was so in love with you.

As you gathered ingredients, Xavier moved closer—so close that his chest nearly pressed against your back as he reached for a measuring cup, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"You're awfully close, Xavier," you teased, smirking up at him.

His eyes darkened slightly, lips parting. "Maybe I like being close to you," he admitted, his voice low and heated.

You swallowed, your heart racing. "That so?"

He chuckled, his hand brushing against yours as he helped you stir the batter. "Yeah. And I think you like it too."

You bit your lip, staring up at him. The tension between you was thick, undeniable. "You're really bad at being subtle, Xavier."

"Not trying to be subtle anymore," he murmured, tilting his head. "I’ve wanted this for a long time. Wanted you."

Your breath hitched, heat rushing to your face. "Then why haven’t you done anything about it?"

Xavier exhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to your lips. "Because I wanted to get it right. No burning down kitchens this time."

You grinned. "And what’s your plan now?"

He smirked, setting the bowl down before sliding his hands onto your waist, fingers pressing into your hips. "Figured I’d start with this."

Before you could quip a response, his lips were on yours—warm, needy, tasting faintly of sugar and something entirely Xavier. The bowl of cookie dough was forgotten as you melted into him, gripping his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Maybe the cookies could wait. You had something much sweeter right in front of you.

He turned your body to face him and his lips melted into yours. The softness of your hand in his and your light moans as he pushed his tongue deeper down your throat was easily turning you both on.

In one swift motion, Xavier hoisted you up from the kitchen counter, eliciting a simultaneous groan from your lips as he wrapped your legs around his waist. As you ground against his growing arousal, the heat between you intensified.

With no intentions of stopping, Xavier pressed you closer to him and teased you through your soaked shorts with the bulge of his erection, slowly tracing circles against your clothed core.

Breaking away from your heated make-out session, Xavier trailed light kisses down your neck before sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. His own moans mixed with yours as you pushed harder against his throbbing dick.

"God, you feel so good," Xavier groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can only imagine how incredible you'll feel with my tongue between your legs."

The back of your hand goes against your mouth as you lightly moan at how dirty Xavier's words were ,and you couldn't help but think about how hot Xavier would be between your legs.

He removes himself from your neck and looks down at your glossy eyes and swollen lips with a lustful gaze and smirks, "Yeah? You want me to eat your pretty pussy out? Make a mess all over my face gorgeous?"

Your legs tremble in his tight grip as you weakly nod in agreement. Without hesitation, Xavier hoists you up and throws you onto the couch with a force that knocks the breath out of you.

As you look down at him, he wastes no time ripping off your shorts and exposing your wet panties. His hand presses against your slick center, his thumb teasingly tracing circles over the fabric. You whimper at the sensation and see the intense desire in Xavier's eyes as he gazes hungrily at your soaked panties.

With feverish urgency, he pulls you forward by your hips until his face is pressed against your panty-covered sex. Inhaling deeply, he kisses and licks a path up and down your folds until you're trembling and grasping at his head.

Slowly, he pulls away and looks up at you with those piercing blue eyes and flushed cheeks. With deliberate movements, he removes your panties and discards them to the side. As he readies himself between your thighs, his gaze never leaves yours.

"Please, Xavier, don't make me wait any longer," you beg, unable to withstand the anticipation any longer.

That's all the confirmation Xavier needs as he eagerly buries his face between your glistening lips. He moans around his mouthful of your delicious taste as he plunges his tongue deep inside you. His nose rubs against your sensitive clit in a tantalizing rhythm, while his skilled fingers join in to add even more intoxicating pleasure.

He focuses on sucking and licking your swollen lips while simultaneously circling and teasing your throbbing clit. You can't hold back any longer as you cry out in uncontrollable pleasure.

"Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful. I wish I could have tasted you sooner...you taste fucking amazing," Xavier groans into your core, his hooded eyes locking with yours in a lustful daze.

Just looking at him intensifies your climax, and you feel yourself spiraling into euphoria. Xavier continues to work his magic on you, relentless in his rhythm, his fingers thrusting faster and his tongue flicking with precision.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you buck your hips against his face, gripping his head between your thighs as you ride out your orgasm. He doesn't let up, holding your thighs tightly as he devours every last drop of pleasure from you.

Finally, when your body relaxes and your thighs release their hold on him, he looks up at you with a satisfied smirk.

Your heavy eyelids fluttered as your vision slowly cleared, focusing on the ceiling above you. The room was quiet except for the two of you, both gasping for air after the intense moment you had just shared.

Your heart thumped against your chest, still feeling the rush of adrenaline as you looked over at Xavier. He was resting calmly against your hip, his eyes closed in peaceful contentment.

You reach up and run your fingers through his tousled hair, eliciting a soft smile from him as his eyes peep open. He slowly sits up, glancing down at you with affection.

"Why don't we finish those cookies now that we've caught our breath?" he suggests, pulling your hand down to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.

"Shouldn't I return the favor? You didn't quite finish," you tease playfully.

Xavier's innocent expression quickly turns mischievous as he stands up, revealing a wet spot on his pants. Your eyes widen in surprise, taking in the evidence of his pleasure.

He looks back at you with a sly grin, waiting for your reaction. You can't help but burst into a fit of giggles at the sight.

"Well I guess we should finish those cookies then, Xavier," you say with a playful wink.

"Only if it means I get to do more of this," he whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," you reply with a smirk as you wrap your arms around his waist.

[sherewrytes]

1 is fun but three is a crowd

Nanami x reader

Nanami could sense Yn was at her absolute limit, teetering on the razor's edge of what she could physically take. Despite the overwhelming urge to just let go, to bury himself balls-deep and paint her insides white with his seed, he gentled his touch. He slowed his thrusts, rolling his hips in deep, sensual circles as he leaned down to capture Yn's lips in a searing, tender kiss.

"Shhh babygirl, I've got you...Daddy's got you," Nanami murmured against her lips, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I know it's intense, I know it's almost too much...but you're being so good, taking Daddy's big cock like the perfect little slut you are. You can take just a little more, sweetheart...just a little bit longer."

To prove his words, Nanami reached between their sweat-slicked bodies, finding Yn's swollen, aching clit with a gentle touch. He rubbed the sensitive nub in slow, sensual circles, feeling it throb and pulse against his fingertip. At the same time, he rolled his hips, grinding the thick ridge of his cockhead against the entrance to Yn's womb, the pressure and sensation almost unbearable.

"Feel Daddy's cock, babygirl...feel how deep I am inside this greedy little fuckhole. I'm right here, sweetheart...so close to where you need me. Just a little further, and Daddy will give you everything...will fill this pussy up so fucking full. You want that, don't you Yn? You want Daddy to pump you full of his hot, sticky cum? To claim this hungry little cunt as his own?"

Even as Nanami urged Yn to take just a little more, to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure consuming her, he remained acutely aware of her needs and limits. With immense effort, he tempered his thrusts, making each one deep and sensual rather than brutal and punishing. His hands gentled on her hips, his grip relaxing to a more tender caress as he rolled them in time with the slow, deliberate strokes of his enormous cock.

"That's it, Babygirl...you're doing so well, taking Daddy's cock like a champion, "Nanami purred, his voice a low, soothing murmur. He peppered her face with soft, reverent kisses, brushing his lips against her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin...anywhere he could reach. "Just a little more, sweetheart...just a few more thrusts. Daddy knows you can give me those last few precious moments."

Behind them, Gojo and Geto watched with hooded, lust-darkened eyes as Nanami made love to Yn with a tender intensity. They could see the way her body still trembled and shuddered, hear the soft, breathy little whimpers spilling from her kiss-swollen lips. Gojo gripped Geto's shoulder tightly, a silent acknowledgment of the incredible sight before them.

Gojo leaned in close, his voice a low, wicked rasp as he addressed Geto. "Look at her...look at what she's allowing Nanami to do to her. To watch her come apart like this, to be the reason for such mind-blowing pleasure...it's more incredible than I ever imagined."

Geto grinned, a harsh, arrogant smirk curling his lips. "She's a good girl, our little Yn. So willing to be claimed, so eager to give us everything. I can't wait to see what other delights we'll uncover as we explore these delicious curves...together."

With a deep, shuddering groan, Nanami felt his control finally snap. Yn's warm, velvet walls fluttered and clenched around him, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt, the thick head of his cock kissing the entrance to her womb.

"FUCK, Yn! I can't...I have to..." Nanami roared, his voice a bestial growl. His hips began to piston forward with wild abandon, slamming into Yn's receptive body with a force that shook the very bed beneath them.

The room filled with the obscene slap of skin against skin, the creaking of the strained bed frame, and Yn's high, keening cries of ecstasy. Nanami could feel her coming undone, her pussy seize and spasm around his plundering length.

"Yes, babygirl, scream for me! Let me hear how much this slutty little cunt loves Daddy's cock," Nanami snarled, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He hooked his arms under Yn's knees, lifting them over his broad shoulders as he essentially bent her in half, driving even deeper into her trembling core.

With a final, bruising thrust, Nanami buried himself balls-deep, his swollen testicles slapping against Yn's dainty bottom. At the same time, he captured her lips in a searing, dominating kiss, swallowing her screams of rapture as he tumbled over the edge.

"TAKE MY CUM, YOU FILTHY WHORE!" Nanami bellowed, his voice shaking the room. Hot, thick ropes of semen gushed from his jerking cock, flooding Yn's defenseless womb. He pumped her full, marking her insides with his potent seed, claiming her as his own.

[anendtopursuit]

damn . internalised ableism got hands

[nyxofdemons]

i'm sorry but stolas bound and powerless and tortured to tears still pushing himself off the ground snarling threats at the man who would dare even mention his daughter. the breathless all-consuming fury that striker would dare to speak a word about her. stolas knows striker is going to kill him and could make it painful beyond imagination and the only thing he cares about in this moment is octavia's safety why the fuck aren't we talking about this scene more

[unriding]

kablam

[byanyan]

the way my mom left the tvs in both the living room and her bedroom on as noise for the dog before she left... even though i'm literally here at home with him

[sunnybunnybabs]

FTFO chapter 40, spoilers

HOW IS EVERYONE DOING ON THIS FINE DAY gonna throw up

From themoment I read the title I

I just knew

I'm so glad Nightmare has been saved n the OT has been repaired!!!

YELLING AND SOBBING WHATTHHEFUCK WAHSSTHATH ENDJINGG

ImgonnaSCREAMandSOBandCRYandTHROWUP I'm shAKING as I type this WHATTHEFUCJ

When I SAID INK WAS GONNA LOSE A LEG FROM THE BOMB THIS WAS NOT WHAT I WAS ENVISIONING WHAT TNE H FCUK

DEATH GRIP ON THE NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS THIS IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME GOING RN WHAYTHE HOLTSHIT

IwANTXGASTEE DEAADDDDD I WANT HI M DEAD AND GONNNNEDEAAAADDDD

[longhands-the-second]

I have a longer post coming but one thing I wanted to point out is the fact that Rem seems to be the only person awake on the ship? And this has been the case for multiple years? Maybe I missed something but that’s egregiously fucked up if that’s expected of her. Did they not consider the effect that kind of isolation would have on the crew???

[lucyvaleheart]

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[icefire149]

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[ethan-acfan]

I AM ONE MILD INCONVENIENCE AWAY FROM PURE INSANITY I STG

[writtenin-blood]

The thing about the kiss being spoiled is that it absolutely fucking sucked, we were all mad and got rid of any trace as fast as possible. Yet, most people still had in engrained in their minds and believed it to be a GOOD scene. That Aziracrow had finally kissed, all could be right in the world again but it wasn't.

It was the exact opposite

And I believe KNOWING the kiss was going to happen made it so much fucking worse. We all watched the show on the edge of our seats WAITING for it to happen and it just didn't for almost the entire season. We were scared, we knew it was real, so it must be at the season close.

But as we watched on and hit those last 20 minutes and watched as our perfect happy show was slowly unravelled by a cruel angel and cup of coffee, we knew. We knew what was going to happen and we knew it would hurt.

Our friends and family who didn't experience Every had no idea, had no idea what was going to happen. Maybe thinking Aziraphele would stay with Crowley, or that Crowley would go to heaven, or they'd have a normal fight like earlier in the season, THEY DIDN'T KNOW. We never got to experience that, we never got to experience that unknowning sway of disbelief, surprise, shock, and heartbreak.

We knew there was going to be a kiss and we hoped it was going to make everything okay.

Everything was not okay.

Regardless, it hurt so much to see them break apart, but for some reason I wouldn't trade that moment for anything because the love I and the rest of this fandom have for these silly characters is something we'd never trade. Even if it broke our hearts

[starbuck]

having one of those Times where on one hand everything is completely fine but, on the other hand, i am drowning and there’s so much to do and i’m at my wit’s end and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[lesbiansanemi]

Bad day. Horrible awful terrible bad day