#i wanted him to be the husband so badly :(((((

[grinsgrimmy]

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ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO REJECT MY OBSESSIVE EX-HUSBAND

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot . (2064 words)

sum. ciel, haunted by the regret of his past life where he failed to love you, he showered you with affection in the second life, wanting you back.

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“wife.”

ciel purred. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, a serene and affectionate smile gracing his often cold face.

his nose pressed against the crook of your neck, you could feel him planting several kisses along your shoulder— as if he were worshipping you.

breathless his eyes gazed back at yours, sparkling with adoration. “talk to me, wife,” ciel pleaded gently, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek.

you could only remain silent, flustered. though a part of your being hated him to the core, you could not help but melt into his affections.

you refused to give him any ounce of reaction that could feed his excitement.

ciel was intentionally doing this. barging into your bedroom in the middle of the night, begging for your attention and guiding. when you refused, he opted to drown you in his affections, hoping to chop down that guard you put up.

there was an incredibly good reason why you refused to open up to him. even ciel respected that choice you made because he was aware of it himself.

in your previous lives, he never did love you the way he did in your second life. before, he was reserved, stern, and cold. he was flawed in many ways. he was restricted from loving you due to his circumstances.

though he loved you all the same and more when he lost you.

life really showed him how much he took you for granted when you were killed by a monster that one day. ciel could remember it clearly, haunted by it that memory.

ciel was not a part of that mission when you had profusely asked him to. he reluctantly had to refuse you since he was busy with other matters, unfortunately.

but how much he regretted refusing you that day.

everyone in your team returned safe. except you.

you, who was killed brutally by a monster after recklessly deciding to risk your life for another guide. the team came home with the devastating news that soon reached his ears.

the team did not bother to recover your body. they gave an excuse that your body was not recoverable. ciel refused to believe that.

he burnt down the entire building into ashes that day, out of grief and terror, killing himself and everyone in it.

when he woke up, he returned to his world. his original world. and in the past too.

regardless, he vowed to love you again if he found you in his second life. he thought he needed to go back to the other world to find you.

to his luck, you reincarnated into his world. it did not take him long to trace you.

how did he know?

ciel remembered you, you every being. from your expressions to the way you move, to your preferences, to your scent, the way your guiding feels— everything.

he is obsessed with everything about you.

at first, the reincarnated you gave tiny signs. you had expressions and a pattern of speaking similar to the past you, ciel noticed. then, it went to your talents and skills. eerily similar to you.

then, he was blessed to receive your guiding.

your guiding.

one of the reasons why he felt incredibly blessed to have met you, to have you as his only guide. undenying pleasure and comfort. that was what your guide did to him.

you became his home. his home that he took for granted. his home that he should have shown love despite his restrictions.

when ciel felt your reincarnated self's guiding, he knew it was you. his wife. his dearest wife.

as if the hollow soul of his was resorted, your guiding washed over him like the gentlest of waves.

he clung onto you ever since then, following you like a lost puppy. you never gave any confirmation that you were his wife from his former life, but he does not need any vocal confirmation from you.

your guiding proved everything to him. you two are still linked, even after death.

you refused to open up to him. he understood why. he was never a good partner, or a good husband to you.

ciel was utmost cold to you, to everyone.

though no words could excuse his actions, but his coldness stemmed from the fact that he was taken from his real home and was forced to become a lab experiment and soldier due to how strong he was as an esper.

he could not show his emotions.

you could be in danger because of it.

you were, in every way, his weakness. his only weakness.

you died before he could even show you an ounce of his true feelings.

regardless, that was his regret. his only regret. never loving you the way you deserved.

therefore, he wishes to love you properly then. with you in this world with him. no one to force him around, no city to save— he could focus on you and solely you.

but you refused him. for months.

ciel refused to give up.

you were guarded, only to him. the unspoken pain clung onto you, the one that was haunted by the past. the one that made you incredibly wary of him, unable to trust him.

since in two of yours' first lives, you gave him the world.

ciel did not return it back then. he could not either way.

but he wished to give you the world now.

he longed for you.

with your every denial, rejection, and refusal, it only deepened his longing. it stirred the fierce and fiery need within him to protect you and to make amends for all those moments he had failed and disappointed you.

even if it takes years. or the next life.

he wishes to love you just as you loved him back then.

ciel began to grow desperate— obsessed. he used any means within his power to string you back to him.

he is a duke in his world. he had every power to create a lot of obstacles within your life that could end you back to him.

was he crazy for this? absolutely.

but ciel never saw it as something incredibly wrong when all he wanted to do was worship the ground you walked on.

he showered you with gifts—anything your heart desires, he could send it to your front door in a matter of seconds if he could.

anything.

but ciel never got mad over your wary heart. only hurt. disappointed, but he respected it. wholeheartedly.

in a way, he knew he deserved it.

ciel should have, at least, shown you how much he truly loved you back then. but he was a coward, until the end.

he was not going to give up on the opportunity anymore. even if he was going to be called insane, obsessed, and crazy by you. he would not stop.

ciel knew your heart beat the same speed as his whenever you two were together.

he knew, deep down, you still loved him despite everything.

because it is you. the sweet person that you are. a woman he never deserved, but his lives were blessed for him to meet you. to have you.

“i love you,” ciel whispered lovingly into your ear. a giddish grin on his lips, his cheeks flushed red as he continued to plant kisses all over your neck, hoping you would react.

you did not budge. you refuse to.

but your heart skipped a beat when he proclaimed his love to you.

until he decided to whisper into your ear, “wife, i love you, truly,” he repeated again, kissing your jawline, reverring in your warmth.

you could feel his heartbeat pounding against your back, the rhythm mirroring the emotions he was expressing. each of his words was a thread woven with vulnerability, regret, and a depth of longing that surpassed lifetimes.

he held you close to himself. “i will love you now,” he muttered weakly, gritting his teeth. “as i now have a chance to love you freely without any shackles,” his saddened yet loving eyes slowly met yours.

“even if it takes another lifetime for you to forgive me, i will love you until the next,” a promise that transcends the universe.

he hoped to peel the layers of past misunderstandings, showing the aching remorse he harboured deep within since his first life.

your chest clenched. you knew what he said was genuine. his eyes said it all.

you had spent a few years since you got reincarnated to nurse the wounds of an unreturned love from your past life— only for the man who caused it to return to you, holding you like a lifeline amidst a storm.

the memories, the loneliness, and the betrayal lingered, holding you back like invisible chains. but yet, you ended up accepting his love.

he pressed desperate kisses onto your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, then your forehead, but he never leaned to your lips.

he knew that needed to be earned.

ciel wanted to earn it.

ciel let out a shaky sigh, resting his forehead on the back of your head. he was falling apart at the seams.

a part of him wished you never remembered your shared past life. he wanted to sweep you away and begin a fresh new start with you.

but that would be absolutely selfish of him.

he would have never redeemed himself if so.

“i'll never let you go again,” he vowed, kissing the top of your head. “i'll wait for you, i swear,” he left a sloppy kiss on your neck, desperate. he could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he gripped onto you.

you never gave him an answer; you could not.

your heart thundered painfully in your chest. you were torn between the past and present. you yearned to lean on him, to believe things could truly be different as he promised.

but your memories of your unreturned love held you back.

“i can't undo the past,” ciel muttered brokenly, grasping onto you as if you would disappear if he let go. “but i want to show you the love you deserved now and then,” he murmured quietly with honesty.

for the first time, it was you who looked at him, letting his words sink in. his eyes were shimmering, no longer cold and dead as you once knew. the sincerity, it was almost overwhelming.

ciel was different.

you could feel the weight of his regret, the depth of his untold love, and the weakness he had solely for you. all bare and vulnerable.

slowly but surely, your hand rested on top of his—

contact guiding.

you willingly gave it.

you willingly gave your guiding to him.

ciel gasped, his cheeks immediately flushed red as he choked up in pleasure at the overwhelming comfort of the feeling.

his heartbeat increased, and his hands moved from your waist to grip yours. his longing eyes, filled with love, met yours. “m, may i?” ciel choked out, his entire face decorated with a bright colour of red.

you knew what he meant.

despite the shackles of the past, you nodded. you allowed him.

because in the end, no matter what he did, you still love him so. you were a fool like that.

at your nod, ciel quickly grabbed you by your hips to turn you around. his hands gently yet urgently cup your cheeks.

his eyes scanned your face, as if searching for hesistance, any ounce of rejection— there were none.

he dived down to your lips, locking his with yours. the kiss was tender, as if ciel was pouring every lifetime's worth of regret and love into it.

his lips trembled against yours, fearing you would pull away out of regret. he held you close, his touch spreading a gentle warmth through you.

you tried pulling away from the kiss, but he dived back down to your lips. he intertwined your fingers with his.

the chains of the past, one by one, were beginning to lift, replacing that guarded heart of yours with hope of something new.

you could never forget the past, but maybe.

maybe he could be the partner you had dreamt of him to be.

that night, he whispered words of love and devotion into the quiet night that belonged to both of you.

you allowed yourself to love again. in his arms.

and for ciel, maybe one day you will say you life him again.

he awaits for that day.

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[marvella15]

For one moment, Aziraphale let himself want Crowley

It's just an instant, not even half of a heartbeat, but he lets himself want all of it. Crowley. The kiss. An "us." He puts his hands on Crowley's back and feels him.

It's nothing like the grip Crowley has on his lapels. This is gentle, reverent. A caress. The way we would expect Aziraphale to hold Crowley.

The kiss is long, something like 10-12 seconds. It's sudden, intense. For most of it, Aziraphale's hands are held out in shock, in a stubborn refusal to admit what's happening and why and that he wants it too. Until, for one instant, he gives in.

And in almost the very same instant, he realizes what he's done and his hands spring away.

But in that one moment, he kisses back. And it's why Crowley holds on a little longer. You go too fast for me, Crowley. So he gives him a little more time.

And when Crowley does pull away, Aziraphale starts to say, "I can't."

The words are not even sound, just air. Maybe they even would've been better than his chosen alternative. "I can't" isn't "I don't want to." It isn't "You're wrong" or "We shouldn't" or "No."

But "I forgive you"? For Crowley, that cuts deeper and Aziraphale has to know it.

He has to reign himself in to say it and I think he regrets it immediately after. Because when Crowley leaves, Aziraphale's real feelings almost slip out.

He starts to say, "No."

No, don't leave. No, I've failed. No, this can't be it.

But, yet again, he stops himself. Takes all of that hurt and anguish and devastation and, yes, heartbreak (even if he did the breaking) and pushes it down. Puts on the angelic front just like he's done over and over for six thousand years.

We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common. I don't even like you.

[vampykween]

i would be such a good little housewife to price doing all the little chores, baking lots of yummy treats, and letting him fuck whenever, wherever - letting him fill me up and give him lots of chubby babies

[fung-fungus]

the way jack is like “he’s fine” when will, sick as a dog, shot a man outside of alana’s house at ass o’ clock is ASTOUNDING

like ik jack’s always terrible and overworks will but why does it take hannibal urging jack to do something?

why did no one but hannibal notice will was sick and not doing well AND did something about it?

ik it’s an obvious running theme about the ablism in how people besides hannibal treat will (yes even beverly) but god every time i find a new instance of it or a new angle i fly in to rage

[rsanchezslut]

ALL HONESTY i do think Rick has it in him to be a comforting presence if you catch him at the right time. It’s one of the pros of being someone sort of … new… in his life: even though he’s fucked up in front of you before, he also hasn’t exactly… traumatized you, if that makes sense?

When he’s with Beth, there’s always going to be her memories of abandonment by him, and with Morty and Summer, there’s the anxiety that comes from their youth and all the resentment it bears for having been thru some of the things that he put them thru.

But with you? There’s no preexisting relationship to damage. There’s no history of turmoil that was caused by his actions, no baggage that needs unpacking, or even something good in your memory for him to ruin. There’s simply just you and Rick as you met, for all that entails; the good, the bad, and the ugly.

And in the same way Rick is learning to be more gentle with his family (especially after all this time), he’s learning to be gentle with his partners, too. Doesn’t mean he’s not thee Rick Sanchez anymore, smartest man in the universe, all logic and sarcasm and cold ferocity in the face of taking what belongs to him…

Just that there are moments now, becoming more and more frequent as he heals, where he’s able to find a little something warm inside himself just for someone he cares about, maybe even loves—when an adventure went rough and suddenly he’s sweating a little bit to prove to you everything’s okay. When you need a little pep talk in the morning to get you out of bed, and he’s there with a spank or a snuggle to get you smiling and ready for day. Or moments when you get home at two am and he’s already waiting for you with half a drink to share, a movie on and open arms for you to fall asleep in.

Rick almost forgot he even knew how to be a loving man. But being with you is reminding the world, is reminding him, too, that he’s always been a little soft and loving at heart.

[ineffectualbookseller]

It just really GRINDS MY GEARS the way Crowley is keeping so much from Aziraphale this season but also I TOTALLY understand why he's doing it

The thing is we saw Aziraphale keep a huge secret from Crowley in season 1 after he got his hands on the Nice and Accurate Prophecies and went to heaven with the information about Adam rather than telling Crowley, but then we saw him grow from that mistake. He realized how wrong a decision that was and that's why he's SO committed to them working as a team in season 2. The way he immediately goes to Crowley when Gabriel shows up and keeps him updated whenever he talks to heaven and even calls from Edinburgh to tell him about the new Clue (and maybe to brag a little because he's feeling proud)

and YEAH Aziraphale lies. I'm not saying he doesn't. He's a liar. Lies to himself, to heaven, to hell, to god's face, and sometimes to Crowley. But in my opinion, the biggest lie he tells Crowley about the occult/ethereal goings-on this season is not telling him about Shax on the drive back to Edinburgh. And I think the reason he doesn't is the same reason he's SO nervous to tell him about Gabriel at first; he's afraid Crowley will overreact - will totally freak out when he realizes Aziraphale is being threatened. Which is, frankly, justified. He would.

But then Crowley is over here lying about SO MUCH all season. And some of the lies are about his own pride (i.e. not telling his self-described bestie that he has been UNHOUSED for YEARS during a GLOBAL PANDEMIC) but mostly he does it because he thinks it is protecting Aziraphale. Because he is so obsessed with saving Aziraphale.

Everyone knows it - Demons are using threats against Aziraphale as a way to intimidate Crowley all over the shop (a good tactic tbf, far more effective than threatening Crowley himself), and Aziraphale openly speaks it.

But the actual reason he does it is because he's so concerned about proving his worth to Aziraphale. We know Crowley has self-esteem issues. He's all smoke and mirrors - not a man (nb) just a flashy jacket wrapped around a bundle of insecurities and anxieties. He still thinks he needs to prove himself to Aziraphale, that he needs to make himself worthy of his partnership. He cognitively knows they should be equals, a team of the two of them on their own side, but he just can't shake the notion that Aziaphale needs a reason to fraternize with a demon.

And of course, Aziraphale doesn't. He loves Crowley as he is and sees just as much worth in the small acts of bringing him chocolates at the bookshop opening or clearing them a table at the Ritz. True, he does love that Crowley loves saving him, but not because he actually needs it, because it's part of the flirty game they play. But he's not honest enough to tell Crowley as much clearly (not that speaking it would solve Crowley's self-worth issues).

The thing is, "Saving me makes him so happy" is so much cuter when you're fully PRETENDING to be stuck in the Bastille and don't know any other way of asking your crush out on a lunch date. Because now the forces of heaven and hell are knocking on THEIR bookshop door and all they have is each other but Crowley hasn't been honest with Aziraphale about the seriousness of this threat and Aziraphale didn't warn him about Shax BECAUSE he knew he would be overprotective. Crowley needs so badly to be the hero he's undermined their power as a team.

And that's the dramatic irony of it all. As an audience, it is spelled out so clearly for us that they are at their best, their most powerful, as a team. They are a whole greater than the sum of its parts. The fact of Crowley's incessant need to prove himself, to be the hero, to "protect" Aziraphale from all this information that he has been choosing to lie about all season - it's just making them weaker.

TLDR; Crowley is lying to Aziraphale to keep him safe because he still feels like he needs to prove himself to be worthy of Aziraphale's partnership but this makes it impossible for them to truly work as a team and is hurting them both

[p4nishers]

let me just say this: if crowley EVER makes an actual move on aziraphale and aziraphale gives even a HINT of reciprocation it's over for him in SECONDS bc u know aziraphale half asses nothing so it'll be like crowley tries to brush their fingers together and aziraphale fully beams at him and interlocks their fingers in seconds. crowley stares speechlessly at their hands for 5 minutes, looks up at aziraphale and faints. crowley gets aziraphale flowers and aziraphale puts them in the very center of his shop where everyone can see and keeps them alive for months. crowley fights a giggle every time he sees them. crowley offers his jacket on a cold night and aziraphale wears the jacket everywhere for weeks and gushes about it to everyone he meets. crowley chokes on his breath every meeting aziraphale is in it without fail. crowley slyly asks aziraphale on an actual romantic date and aziraphale SLAMS down their wedding invitations infort him of like "im so glad u asked, dear, i've been waiting for this" then launches into a rant about flower arrangements and table cloth colors and crowley is left blinking at him and trying not to explode. poor snake.

[itztylerteehee]

teehee, another one... I am cringe but I am free.

I can't believe it has been a YEAR SINCE THE CHICKEN RUN 2 CAME OUT, HOLY SHIT-!! AND I STILL LIKE DR FRY...!? I CANT HELP BUT JUST THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME...😭💗

Bro I might as well still be obsessed with him for the next year and years and years, years and after... YEARS. Or I might lose interest in him like I did with bob velseb💔

dr. fry is my malewife guys, I love him so much dude😔💖

[theloveinc]

Being a housewife but not really knowing what the hell you’re doing, you had to get married early because your husband is a BigWig(?) with sponserbilities to take care of… but you’re also sort of neglected by him because he’s So Busy trying to Make It Big…

And you somehow end up neighbors with Bakugo, who, two seconds into meeting you decides that he literally can’t be mean to you: looking a right mess with a naked baby on your hip and messy hair 24/7… but still always offering him the bentos your husband doesn’t take to work and inviting him in for tea…

[bluberryfields]

Aziraphale DIES?!?! | Good Omens Episode 4 Blind Reaction

The reaction saga continues

[cloudghoul32]

Oh to be wrapped around in those wings of his 😍😍😍

[jils-things]

i dont rmbr if i made a post talking about his voice but 🥹

[colexs3]

WHYYY?!?! I need my 0.0001% chances back 😭

(Congrats to my man who already has his own man tho😘🤞🏻)

[ableedingpromise]

God I'm so fucking annoyed how come she gets to treat me however she likes and then gets to say she didn't mean it?????

[luckydicekirby]

i don't know if i really think they'll do amnesia'd devil's minion reveal even though I Would Like To See It but also doing it with old man daniel would be so much fun. for me. stalk that old man for years and have a torrid affair with him please. but that's probably even less likely. god but they DID establish armand's Not Having Vampire Kids thing. and why do that unless it's going to matter!!!! i want to believe.....

[meownotgood]

the things I would do to be able to give aki a big hug right now