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dilemmaontwolegs · 10 months

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Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {3}

Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader Summary: The rift you have caused comes to a destructive head when summer breaks is over. Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, crash, injuries, angst WC: 2.9k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

Summer Break “I really fucked up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the sound hoarse from all the crying. You were curled up on your side on the couch in Pierre’s apartment in Milan, your head on his lap as his hand ran up and down your arm in comfort. “He’s never going to forgive me.”

“He’s your brother, he’ll forgive you,” he assured you once again. “I’ve said way worse things to my brothers. Maybe this break is exactly what you need, get away from Max for a few weeks, have some space.”

“And Lando, and Charles.” You groaned as you rolled onto your back and stared up at your closest friend. “You have a bear in the cave.”

“Gross, don’t look up my nose,” he said as he pushed you off his lap.

“I can’t help it, it’s the angle,” you laughed as you sat up before sobering. “Have you spoken to them?”

“Lando was heading back to Monaco to spend the holidays with Luisa, and Charles was on his way to the Alps to meet up with Charlotte.”

You sighed at the mention of their girlfriends and Pierre gave you a look of pity that you resented. Pulling your phone out, with the determination to move on from the silly crushes that had developed over the years, you opened the Raya app and shifted closer to him. “Can you help me?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the phone and locking it. “I’m taking you on a road trip.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Ah, but I think it’s what you need.”

Round Fourteen - Netherlands You reunited with the team for Max’s home race and a sea of orange filled the stands, all cheering for their Lion. You had tried to talk to him when you arrived at the track but you didn’t know what to say to repair the rift you had made. Every time you opened your mouth, nothing came out.

“That one’s for you,” Lance said as he tapped your elbow.

“Huh? What? Yeah, totally,” you rambled trying to recover from zoning out thinking about the three weeks of silence, not only with Max but Lando and Charles too. You had sat beside the Canadian on the sofa, the furthest point from the others and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“You look like you enjoyed your vacation with Pierre. It was quite different to how you usually spend your down time.”

“Because I was sober?” you teased. “My liver needed a break, as did my PR team, and it was really quite fun. Exactly what I needed actually and it was great to reconnect with Pierre since he upgraded to Yuki.”

You could feel three sets of eyes on you from the other end but then the conversation was diverted their way and you sagged back into the couch. That was until you heard the news that the holiday had been dubbed ‘break-up season’. Both Spaniards had become single in the first week, Logan and Lando in the second and Charles in the third. It had been quite the shock to their fans.

If Pierre hadn't removed your social media for the break you would have known all of this but instead you had to find out on stage with dozens of cameras capturing the surprise on your face.

The second the interview was over you chased after Lando and finally caught up to him at the McLaren motorhome.

“Hey, can we talk?” You were aware that there were still plenty of cameras around, and it looked like the Netflix crew were scheduled to his team too. “Somewhere private.”

He didn’t exactly look happy at the request but his eyes softened as you quietly begged, “please, Lan?”

“In here,” he sighed, taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair as he opened the door to his room. The door clicked shut behind you and you looked around the small space, the air still humid and smelling like his body wash from the shower he took before the media conference.

“How was your break?” you asked as he sat down on a padded bench, leaving the more comfortable chair for you.

“Could have been better.”

There was a pregnant pause where you both waited for each other to speak. It wasn’t like him to be so short and you thought more would follow but he just stared back at you.

Clearing your throat, you looked down at your hands on your lap. “I, uh, wanted to apologise for what I said to you. You were just being a good friend and I was a complete bitch.”

“You were a bitch,” he stated bluntly before he bit his lip and mouthed a silent, ‘sorry’ and tucked his knee up so he could rest his cheek on it.

You huffed a laugh of agreement. “I’ve heard that once or twice. I’m a work in progress, but I’m trying to change. Can you forgive me?”

His head lifted with a frown, his soft curls falling over his forehead to meet them. “What? No.”

“Oh.” You hadn’t expected everything to go back to how it was but you had thought he would at least accept your apology. Rising from the chair, you started to make your way to the door until you heard the vinyl bench squeak as he followed.

“Wait,” he said as he caught your hand reaching for the handle. “You were right. So there’s nothing to forgive.” He tugged your hand so you turned to face him before he let it slip through his fingers. “I was unhappy, and I probably should have broken up with Luisa a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I guess I just didn’t want to be alone again. Which, after you left, I realised is a poor reason to be in a relationship. So I really wasn’t up for offering advice. ” He smiled sheepishly and opened his arms. “Forgive me?”

You stepped into his embrace and buried your head in his neck with a nod. “You were right too.”

“About what?”

“Everything.” You were reluctant to leave the comfort of his arms but there was still one other person to apologise to. “I owe you and Charles for saving my ass. How about dinner at my place on Tuesday?”

“I mean, it was mostly me,” he joked as he puffed his chest up and pushed his shoulders back. “But we can invite him too, I guess.”

“Of course, my hero,” you swooned sarcastically before leaning in and kissed his cheek. “See you next Tuesday. See what I did there?”

“There’s my Spitfire,” he laughed and shook his head. “For a moment I thought you were gone.”

Max’s motorhome was empty when you reached it and so was the garage but his engineer, Calum, was there and said Max had gone to visit family. It hurt more than you expected to hear that you hadn’t been invited, especially since it was Jos’ side of the family that lived in the Netherlands. The side of the family you shared with Max.

That pain followed you as you wandered around the paddock a little lost, signing autographs and stopping for photos with fans on autopilot. You didn’t know where to go, or how to fill the hours until Max returned. Then when he returned you weren’t even sure he would want to see you after what you said.

“Hey, I’ve called out like three times,” Charles said as he suddenly appeared in front of you and frowned at your startled reaction. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, no, sorry, I’m in a world of my own,” you said as you looked around to see you were outside Ferrari hospitality. “How, uh, how have you been? I meant to call you over the break and thank you for what you and Lando did for me.”

“It’s no problem, but it was mostly me.”

“Funny, he said the exact same thing,” you smirked. “Anyway, as a thank you, you two are coming to my place for dinner on Tuesday. I promise I won’t give you food poisoning, this time.”

“Well, that’s something to look forward to,” he said sarcastically. “But Tuesday works for me. Where were you heading anyway? I thought you would be with Max.”

You couldn’t hide the wince on your face at the mention of your brother and Charles reached out and rubbed your shoulder with a look of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I actually need to go do a thing,” you lied as you started to feel the increasingly familiar burn of tears in your eyes.

“Chérie, wait.” Charles made to follow as you backed away but he stopped when you shook your head.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as you turned your back and wiped your eyes. It was race week and your emotions were all over the place, it was a recipe for disaster.

Race Day

You threw your phone across the room and watched it bounce off the couch before hitting the floor with a crack. You could worry about the broken screen later, with the race only an hour away and Max still ignoring you there were more pressing things to think about.

You worked through your warm up routine under the watchful eye of your physiotherapist before making your way to the reflex machine. The lights danced across the buttons and you slapped each one with precision until it suddenly clicked off.

“You’re not focused,” Kristian tutted.

“I hit them all,” you argued as you caught the bottle he threw to you and took a drink.

“Reacting out of habit is not the same as responding by reflex. You need to think, then do, not just do.”

You grumbled under your breath about what a load of crap it was but made a show of the next round before he gave up with a sigh. “I’m going to head down to the grid,” you said as you grabbed your helmet and balaclava. “Pierre can help me finish up.”

It was easy to spot Pierre with his PT, his concentration solely on the tennis balls he was focused on catching before they hit the ground.

“Mind if I butt in?” you asked as you took the tennis balls and replaced Ben. “He still won’t talk to me.” You dropped the balls at the same time and he easily swiped them from the air before tossing it back into your palm.

“You can take my spot for the anthem, I think I saw my name next to his on the seating chart.”

“That’s probably not a good idea,” you admitted as you dropped the balls one after another trying to trick him. “I called him a dick, twice.”

One ball bounced along the asphalt when he laughed, missing the easy catch. “That’s the opposite of apologising.”

“I know, he just pissed me off.” You caught sight of the race suit that matched yours and watched him walk on the far side of the grip with Charles. “I don’t like being ignored.”

Pierre grabbed the wayward tennis ball and returned to hold them up over your hands. “You did start that by ignoring him first.”

“I thought we were friends.” You caught the ball he dropped and tossed it at his face. “You’re meant to take my side.”

He caught it before it could connect with his nose and crossed his arms with an amused smirk on his face. “I am your friend, so I will tell it like it is. Go talk to him.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you stepped away and he nodded encouragingly as you made your way across the home straight.

“Not now,” Max said as soon as you stepped into his field of vision, making Charles look over his shoulder.

“Then when?” you asked. “After the race? Next week? Next year? Should I put my name up for a transfer? Is that what you want?”

“Woah, what's going on?” Charles asked as watched you grow increasingly more upset with each question.

“Nothing, just an inchident,” Max said coldly. “Oma sends her regards and she’s sorry she didn’t get to see you.”

“You didn’t fucking invite me,” you growled as you stepped closer jabbed a finger into his chest.

Max rolled his eyes and schooled his face to one of boredom. “You told me to leave you alone.”

Your hands balled into fists at your side. “You are such a fucking asshole.”

“Hey, hey, that’s enough,” Charles interrupted, pushing himself between you and your brother before you could get disqualified. “Walk with me.”

Charles stepped closer and his hands grabbed your shoulders, turning you around before one hand pressed against the small of your back, urging you to keep moving.

“What’s going on?” he asked as he took a seat against the pitwall and pulled you down beside him. “And don’t say it’s nothing. You haven’t been yourself all week.”

“We had an argument and now he hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.” Charles draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to kiss your temple. “He’s your older brother, he could never hate you. Trust me, there’s nothing Arthur could say that would make me hate him.”

“Arthur’s too nice to say anything mean, but me? I’m a bitch.”

“You’re not a bitch, you’re just passionate.” He let his head fall back against the wall with a chuckle. “I like that about you.”

“You must be the only one.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he murmured quietly and you followed his line of sight to Lando who was making his way over while everyone else started to move to the front of the grid. “Time to go.”

Charles stood up as Lando offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet.

“Try not to get too excited hearing the Dutch anthem,” you grumbled, earning a laugh from both of them as they fell into step either side of you, “again.”

You were driving recklessly, determined to beat Max, but it had meant receiving a black and white flag warning for exceeding the track limits three times. One more violation and you would get a five second penalty, practically handing the win over on a silver platter.

“You need to manage your tires,” Nicholas warned over the radio. “You are pushing them too hard, the degradation rate is exponential. They won’t last to the end of the race unless you slow down and stay between the white lines.”

“I can’t slow down when I have Max with DRS behind me.”

“That’s not the plan. We want a 1-2 finish, it doesn’t matter who leads across the line.”

“It does to me.”

You passed the next DRS detection line and took the corner at speed before hitting the straight and trying to defend your position. Max was right at your bumper, riding the slipstream as he increased speed in preparation to slingshot out and past you.

Only something went wrong.

Instead of going around you, Max’s front wing crashed into the back of your car, lifting your rear wheels off the track and sending you scraping the length of the pit wall while he spun out. Debris hit your helmet as Max’s car slammed into the concrete barriers and carbon fibre splintered apart, raining over you and the track.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you growled into the comms as you pulled your steering console out and unbuckled the harness. You jumped over the side of your car and ran towards Max’s, hurling abuse at him the entire way. “Who’s the spoiled brat now? You just couldn’t let me have the win could you? Dick!”

A pained groan was all you heard from the cockpit and the anger evaporated in an instant as dreaded fear replaced it. You leapt onto the top of the car and reached over the halo, pulling the visor up on Max’s helmet to see a dazed look in his icy blue eyes before they fluttered shut.

“Max, I need you to open your eyes. Look at me, dammit!” you growled as you started to pull his harness open and looked around wildly, wondering when help was coming. “I’m sorry for everything I said. I don’t hate you, okay? I don’t hate you. You’re my big brother and I love you, so you have to stick around and be overprotective and piss me off for a very long time. So open your fucking eyes!”

“Zusje?” he asked after a moment of blinking dumbly. “What happened?”

“You forgave me and said I could borrow your yacht.”

“Bullshit,” he groaned as he pushed his harness off his shoulders and accepted your hand to help him climb out. “I would never let you borrow my yacht.”

A groan wheezed out as his boots hit the ground and you wrapped an arm around his waist to take his weight, holding him steady. “Does that mean you forgive me?”

“Only if I can get a recording of your radio, you actually sounded worried for me,” he said with a laugh before he clutched his ribs. “Ow, fuck.”

“Of course I was worried, asshole. I thought you were hurt.”

“I am hurt,” he pointed out before rapping his knuckles on your helmet. “I love you too, little sis. Even when you say you hate me.”

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batwynn · 1 year

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I know not everyone can care about things that don’t effect them personally. I know this, and I try to set my expectations to remember that. I try to remember that not everyone understands, cares, or even knows about some of the bad things out there. That even I miss things, or misunderstand, or don’t know everything about everything. And when I do know a thing, and educating them on it, even as gently as possible, does fuck all: I try to let it go because some people really just aren’t capable of understanding in a way that translates to caring enough to take a stand in the face of not getting something they want.

I try, I really do try to remember these things when I see people walk over hurting people for their own entertainment. When I see things like Netflix make an intentional choice to boost anti-trans ‘comedy’, the CEO specifically saying they love this kind of content and he supports it. And no one drops their Netflix accounts then, only a year later when they start their password bullshit. When JRK puts out a new game where the money funnels back into her anti trans donation funds, where her already highly-regarded, bigoted voice is boosted, and the game is literally openly antisemitic, and people want a ‘pass’ to be able to play because the ‘game looks fun.’ Where disabled people’s lives are at risk, or actually ending because going to Walmart without a mask is more important than not. For literally no fucking reason than that it’s slightly uncomfortable to mask. When a news agency intentionally continues to publish racist articles, leaning harder and harder into it over the years to the point where the majority of the news they publish is purely bigoted, and people still get their news from them and even quote them to their Black friends.

Do you see the common thread? The fact that something a person wants, not needs, usually entertainment, is valued over people’s suffering and sometimes even their lives.

And I’m trying to live with that. I’m trying to live with the fact that a lot of this does directly effect me, and even some people in my life… don’t see it. Don’t have that care-enough-to-make-a-stand in support of even me, never mind communities that deserve their support that aren’t someone they know directly. I really am trying to be understanding and forgiving and let it go let it go let it go. But jfc I’m so fucking angry. I’m so angry at so many people for valuing bullshit over real people. That their wants couldn’t be quelled for even a small, non-essential thing in support of someone else, or even sometimes their own communities. That, in the end, they’re just so fucking selfish.

I’m just… furious. And I’ve tried being quiet about it, and letting it go. But what the actual fuck does that do for anyone other than let people hurt me and others I care about? Fucking grow a back bone and support real people over your wants, or shut the fuck up and stay away from the communities and people you claim you love and support. You don’t belong with us when you side with and support bigots who actively harm other people. The end.

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Remember that scene where Seongnam told Uiseong that if Uiseong ever ascended to the throne that he would burn his kingdom to the ground? That but Magnus. (source: Under the Queen's Umbrella, Netflix kdrama)

@saeths babe I’m still so fucking pissed at losing the first version of this and I’m sorry but I hope you like this different, second version.

Also yes I fucking loved that scene and I’m still anticipating watching the next episode and i want that fic where Seongnam actually kills Uiseong and gets away with it.

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Magnus moves his fingers down the smooth curve of Alexander’s cheek bones and lets the pads of his fingers linger on Alexander’s lips.

Some would say that the nephilim commander napping on his lap is Magnus' downfall, but Magnus has never let bigotry guide him and he won’t now.

Especially not when it’s the council of the Spiral Labyrinth, who appoint High Warlocks, who are suddenly upset with Magnus' choice in lover.

They’ve demanded either Alexander’s removal from his life, or the addition of others, to ensure that Alexander is seen as one of many, not as someone Magnus is devoted to.

And Magnus loathes it.

Because it almost costs him. Alexander tried to leave him. As if that would ever be acceptable. As if Magnus would allow Alexander to hurt them both so deeply, especially in a misguided attempt of protection.

So they still stand united, closer in fact, than ever before. And Alexander proves that, lying defenseless and unarmed in Pandemonium.

There are thirteen candidates for Magnus’ position in the running, and only two will Magnus allow to succeed his position, if he allows himself to be deposed at all. He’s made his thoughts clear and so the candidates hover around him, hesitant but trying to find weakness,

“Flaunting your traitorous ways even while the council offers you leniency?” Lorenzo sneers at him, drink held delicately in his hand.

Magnus threads his fingers through Alexander’s hair and tugs on the dark locks. Alec groans, arching against Nagnus and pushing himself into the touch, still unconscious, still vulnerable to everyone but for Magnus’ possessive protection. “I understand how those unable to touch consider it flaunting, but I hardly see how having a devoted, tamed shadowhunter is traitorous.” Magnus knows the place he’s claiming in Alexander's life, and the position it puts his shadowhunter in. But Alec begged Magnus, and after Alexander almost destroyed them both to try and protect Magnus — Magnus finds himself willing to do many things he never thought he would.

Lorenzo’s eyes turn to Alec, something almost hungry in his gaze at the noise and Magnus’ temper flares.

Lorenzo’s drink shatters, the shards disappear, devoured by Magnus’ magic even as he breaks it.

“Ah, forgive me Lorenzo. I realized I couldn’t allow you to drink something so… out of your interest. You prefer old fashions, if I remember correctly. And I’m sure I do.” The threat of Magnus' very long memory lingers between them before Magnus smiles sharply. “Stirred with an antique spoon, right?”

A drink appears and Lorenzo takes it, his hand is steady but his expression sours as he tries the drink and finds nothing wrong with it.

Alexander turns, restless and keening as his mouth presses in a sleep-lax kiss against Magnus’ stomach .

He asked, at the beginning of all this, how he could help. At least he asked after Magnus refused to let them break up. And in guilty relief, Alexander offered to do anything.

So now he lies, helpless in Magnus’s lap. Vulnerable to everything and everyone and relying solely on Magnus’ protection. On Magnus’ goodwill and desire.

It soothes something that the Council’s anger and accusations jolted loose in Magnus.

And so he smiles at Lorenzo, and silently daresm him to even try.

“There are many things I would do for our people.” Magnus says quietly, looking down at his lap, one hand holding a drink, the other his shadowhunter lover. “But I am not as selfless as my friends like to say.” Magnus chuckles and takes a long sip of his drink.

“There are only two that I will let take the kingdom I’ve built from me. And I will even help them keep it stable, protecting them for the future events that they are unprepared for. But Lorenzo, you are not one of them.”

Lorenzo splutters, yellow magic pretending to be royal gold flickering up and Magnus laughs.

It’s hollow and it’s angry.

“I have given so much for everyone else that I have very little left to care about. And yet it is demanded I give up my very heart, as if I am not allowed to have joy.” Magnus’ magic dances between them and angry red devours yellow, until it encircles Lorenzo.

Magnus hums and uses his own magic to press the newly made drink to Lorenzo’s lips.

“You’ll need it.” Magnus promises and laughs when Lorenzo chokes on it.

“You want my throne Lorenzo? The kingdom I’ve built with blood and magic. The place I’ve carved out for myself?”

Magnus laughs, and finally releases Lorenzo.

“You will never have it. I am not as selfless as the Council thinks. And I will burn both you and New York itself to the ground before I ever let you be in charge.” Magnus uncrosses his legs and presses his boot down on the back of Lorenzo’s head, forcing the other to prostrate himself before Magnus.

“I will burn this world before I ever allow you to have a place of power in it, Lorenzo. Remember that, as it is only my compassion and courtesy that keep you breathing.”

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poisonousroxstar · 2 years

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Imagine:

Making Tanjiro Kamado your personal plaything.

(Title: "Love Is Blind")

Plot summary: you are something... Not from this world. A being of love, and of hate. He cannot resist your charm, and eventually he doesn't want to. He is your plaything now. Always and forever. (Romantic).

This Contains: drug-like themes (giving). Forced feelings of love (giving). Mental and emotional manipulation (giving). Murder (giving). Capture (giving). Worship (receiving).

Note: Meant to be bigger, but never got around finishing it+ I still haven't finished demon slayer, only watched a bit of it. Found in the old drafts! Seeing how finished Tanjiro's part was, I figured I'd post it! Maybe I'll make moooore if I ever finish demon slayer on Netflix ;D. Anyways, enjoy this while I try and finish some request stuff. Heavily inspired by the works of @koinotame and @minkmousesworld annnnnd just, me wanting to write an Aphrodite-like, Dom S/O-

There was something.... Alarming about you. Something otherworldly.

It was your beauty, your divine appearance.

You captivated the masses, making man and woman alike victims to your appeal. Hundreds of people would come just to have a mere glance at your visage, and each one would fall madly in love soon after.

But it wasn't all just skin-deep. Your personality was just as radiant.

Kind, affectionate, and completely irresistible. If people didn't fall for you at just a simple look, then a single conversation would have them all wrapped under your finger.

Of course, there was an ugly side to you. Everyone is flawed, even you. But they could be excused. So what if you're outrageously jealous when others challenge your glamour or take away the attention? So what if you're incredibly spiteful to the point you would have your worshippers beat, whip, and burn whoever did offend you? So what if you can be murderously insecure? Doesn't everyone have their moments? Their bad days? Of course they do, it's human. They all forgive you in one way or another.

They worship the ground you walk on. Though, you don't allow your feet to be tainted by the earth often. Instead, you are carried in a palanquin fit only for an emperor. Your word is law, your action is their command. You truly are an anomaly, especially when so little is known about you. They do not know where you've come from. They do not know why you seem so displaced and above them. They do not know how you can perform unearthly miracles with a simple flick of your wrist. And they do not care to ask, for they are happily content so long as they can worship you. So long as they can love you.

So imagine the despair you caused when you finally took someone as your personal plaything. Someone that was not any of them. But who are they to oppose your choice? And who is your beloved to oppose you either? They won't allow them to change their mind.

Not like you'll allow him to anyway.

He doesn't seem to remember anything from his past. It's all.... Fuzzy and blurred.

But he remembers when he first met you, how could he ever forget it? Your appearance may of caught his eye, but it was your kindness that really captured his heart.

You were so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, how couldn't he fall so deeply in love with you? Sure, it may of been a little alarming how quickly he got attached to you, but that just proves how amazing you are!

Likes to take care of you, though he can't really do much that hasn't already been done by your line of endless worshippers.

But he still tries, doing other things for you instead. He's so cute when he brings you something to eat in the morning, or when he cleans around your room (seeing that that's the only place your followers can't enter). Acts of service is his greatest love language. He wants to do everything for you, make you comfortable and content like you've made him. He's so cute, isn't he?

He also tries to help the community, helping them out in any way he can. This gets him some favour among your people, which after awhile turns into acceptance. They now welcome him with open arms.

Tanjiro tries to steer you away when he notices the thick air of jealousy forming around you whenever someone touches him in a way you don't like, or says things in a tone a bit too suggestive for your liking. He knows how you get, how quickly you are to anger, and he does an amazing job at calming you down; feeding you attention and reassurance that he is never going anywhere. That he loves you, and only you.

He does get a little jealous from time to time too, seeing so many people touching you and everything. It triggers something in him, something that wants him to isolate the both of you, somewhere far away where only you two exist; where you both can start your lives together, raise some children together, have a beautiful family far away from these people.

Like in the mountains.

But that's just an instinct for... Some reason.

D-don't misunderstand! He's in awe with how progressive, thriving and safe your village is! He just.... Wants to be able to provide for you himself. Alone. Together.

He's also very amazed whenever you perform a 'miracle', conjuring long fields of fruits and vegetables for your people to devour, and animals for them to butcher. He asks you questions about it, how on earth can you do these sorts of things! But, you only giggle and pinch his cheek, leaving him flustered and red in the face.

He really likes the times where you two can just be at peace with one another, happily relaxing in each others' arms and mindlessly asking questions to each other (though it's mostly him who gets questioned). You two can simply be by yourselves here, enjoying a warm meal he made and each others' presence. It's so domestic, and it leaves him in bliss.

There are days where he.... Wonders. About his past. He knows he should remember things, but he just.... Can't... Familiar places, familiar faces, familiar smells all bring nothing back for him. He can't remember from before he met you.

You won't let him

He has.... Glimpses, sometimes, where he manages to recall faint remnants of something. Or in this case today, someone. Someone who.... He swears he remembers.

He.... He had a sword right? Yes, a sword....why does he have a sword? What purpose would he need a sword for? He doesn't think he was a samurai... But that sword meant something... And the uniform! They signified something, didn't they?

..he was a demon slayer.. he was a demon slayer! Yes, he remembers that! He trained to become a demon slayer, to protect others from being hunted down by demons! But there was also another reason he can't recall

Images flash in his head, blurry and hardly possible to decipher. There are blanks and gaps in between them, but something nostalgic and melancholic clings to them, and he can hear a faint, feminine voice..

He had a sister, right?....yes, a sister... What was her name..? He... He can't remember. He can't remember what his sister's name is. He can't remember what she looks like. But he remembers that he has to protect her. That he has to cure her. Yes.... Yes, he remembers..

He remembers!

He remembers...

And he tries to escape. But something is stopping him. Something inside of him.... It doesn't want him to leave this place. It doesn't want him to leave this room.

It doesn't want him to leave you.

Every step he gets closer to that door, a little piece of his heart begins to break. By the time he's halfway through the room, he's crying, and his body is shaking, and it's getting harder to keep moving forward.

He's betraying you, he shouldn't be doing this... after everything you've given him... B-but his sister... She needs him. He has to do this. He has to get to her. He has to go!

No, he doesn't.

He's collapsed just at the entrance, sobbing and breathing uncontrollably. His whole body is shaking by now, and he feels so awful and horrible.

When you've returned, Tanjiro is hyperventilating, fat orbs of tears rolling down his face. It makes you pity him almost, even when he was just about to leave you behind.

What a lovesick puppy..

And what is a better cure for heartbreak, then love? You kneel down to his level, scoop his handsome face in your hands, and gently rub your cheek into his; leaving little kisses and hums along his trembling skin.

He grips onto your clothing, a small piece of himself telling him to throw you on the ground and get away, that something with you isn't right, but the rest is begging him to hold onto you, cling to you; engulf you in his arms as he weeps uncontrollably.

He's trying to say something, though it's hard to understand, but you can definitely hear a few 'i'm sorry's from his incoherent rambling. Ugh, it hurts to see him like this.

But you suppose he deserves this, trying to run away and everything. His heart is too big for his own good, and now it's cracked in multiple ways. He should be thankful for your attachment to him, for your mercy, because many before weren't often so lucky.

Afterwards, you begin to melt his mind further. Being around you is similar to a drug, you're something that makes Tanjiro feel happy and content with his new life here. Overtime, his mind slips, and day by day he is forgetting everything of his life.

His life as a demon slayer? What do you mean? Why would he be a demon slayer? This village is perfectly safe. His sister? You must be mistaken, he doesn't have a sister. His friends? Well, they're all here, silly! His family? He already has a family, with his beloved Y/N.

When all is said and done, Tanjiro is rendered the perfect husband. He maintains his kindness, his hardworking nature, his compassion and his friendliness. But now he is so much more loving, and submissive, and doting towards you. As he should, for you are his spouse now. And both of you couldn't be happier, you're sure.

And if his little sister and friends were to ever appear? To try and take your puppy away? Well, your devotees will take care of them swiftly. They trained themselves to be your unstoppable armies.

And if they fail. You can always intervene... And nobody in this world wants that.

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'Dear Lawrence,

It's been two years, three months, and twenty six days or eight hundred and forty eight days. The guilt is manageable but still eats away at me everyday. I cry to get the emotions out, but only in the shower. I don't want the others to hear me.

John is having us watch a lawyer. I only take the pictures. I never grab the test subjects or help with John's games. Mark and Amanda do that.

Speaking of them I suspect something more going on. I can't prove it but I think they're having hate sex. With as much as they fight it just seems likely. John seems to think so too. He confides in me. It's probably because I still don't talk.

I talk to you sometimes. Only when I'm alone. I whisper into the void and hope my message will get to you. Wherever you may be.

Anyway, back to the game. The guy, Westley Edgar, lives near where you, Alison, and Diana lived. They don't live there anymore. I know where they live, though, and sometimes I'll check in on them. I try to once a month. Diana has grown up so much. She looks like her mother, but she has your eyes. Alison is doing good. She is casually seeing a guy, but I don't think it will go anywhere. Both are still working through losing you. I am too.

I'm still bad at staying on track, but the almost eight hundred and fifty other letters could have told you that.

This Edgar guy gets the bad guys out of the really bad sentences and a few have even go free. John believes it's injustice. It'll be Edgar playing the game with some of the guys he let go or something. I'm not sure.

As I always say, I miss you. I hope you can forgive me. One day. Maybe.

Your friend,

Adam'

Adam closes the journal and hides it in the top of his closet. As he does, a knock sounds from the door. He slightly panics and goes to grab a jacket from a hanger as the door opens.

"You ready? John wants those pictures of Edgar's wife by tomorrow," Mark asks. Adam nods and pulls on the jacket as he walks toward the door, closing it as he walks out. Mark leads the way to the workshop.

"We're off. We'll be back by five in the morning."

"Don't get caught," John says, not looking up from the contraption he's tinkering with. Mark nods and walks out of the door on the far side of the workshop. Adam follows him to the car and they get in.

"You gonna talk tonight?" Mark asks as he parks the car. Adam looks at him with a neutral face. Mark nods before saying, "Thought so. Why don't you talk?"

Adam just shrugs and turns in his seat to grab his camera from the back seat. When he gets situated in the seat with his camera set up, he sends a text to Mark.

'Did you bring food?'

"No, I did not bring food. I plan on walking down to the convenience store later. Just to have something to do. Unless you need something now?"

Adam shakes his head and holds up a water bottle. Adam pulls up the Netflix app on his phone and turns on the show he and Mark had been watching together. Some kind of glass blowing competition. It seems to shut Mark up and Adam finds it interesting that such beautiful pieces can be made from sand.

The night goes on without a hitch. Mark went and got them food around midnight and Adam got enough photos for John to use. As the pair pull up to the workshop, they notice another car.

"Whose car is that?" Mark asks. Adam shrugs and gets out of the car. With arms full of equipment and left over snacks, Mark and Adam walk into the workshop. "I don't need help. Thanks though."

"Didn't ask. Don't care," Amanda says from where she sits, sketching what looks to be some kind of head cage.

"Not even about Adam?"

"Especially Adam," Amanda quips before standing and glaring at the men. "I don't get why he gets special treatment. Because he won't talk? Because we have to treat him like Lassie? What is it boy? What is it? Little Timmy fall in the well again?"

As Amanda speaks, she pats her legs and pitches her voice higher to taunt Adam.

"Amanda," John's voice echoes around the large space. Amanda turns on her heel.

"What? You treat him differently than me," Amanda's arms are wide.

"I do not and don't argue. Mark and Adam have had a long night, I'm sure. So, why don't we let them go rest and you can start on the plan to get the subjects here."

Adam goes to the red room that John had set up for him and sets the camera equipment down.

"Whose car is that?" Mark asks as Adam makes his way across the workshop floor.

"An old friend," is John's only reply before he walks off toward Amanda. Adam grabs himself a glass of water and downs the whole thing before walking down the hallway to his room.

As he nears the door, he notices that it's open. He stills and presses himself against the wall. Carefully, he peeks around his doorframe and his eyes fall upon a cane leaning against the foot of the bed, then a pair of brown shoes, the right leg straightened out and the left slightly tucked beneath the desk chair where a figure sits. Adam's gaze falls upon his journal in the hands of the person in his room. Not just any journal. The first one he started writing in after he got here. The one that bares all his thoughts and feelings of losing Lawrence, waking up in John Kramer's lair, the one where he learns to breathe again.

Adam doesn't look at the person's before he strides into the room and rips the journal from the hands of the intruder and holds it to his chest as he turns away. He takes a deep breath and walks to his closet where he quickly opens the door and shoves the journal on the shelf before closing the door again. He stands there head against the door as he processes the emotions of some random guy reading his most private thoughts.

A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump. He hunches his shoulders and tries to cave in on himself, begging the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

"I've missed you too, Adam," the intruder's voice is familiar. Adam's eyes widen as he turns around to face the man before him.

"Lawrence?"

#part 3 #I really don't know why I keep writing this but it's fun I guess #leigh whannell #cary elwes #saw fanfic #saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #john kramer #amanda young #mark hoffman #tobin bell #shawnee smith #costas mandylor

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reviewinghiccup · 1 year

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I'm in love with your blog. No one ever goes into this much detail about Riders of Berk or Defenders of Berk and it's long overdue. I'm not too good with words, so I'm really thankful you're able to explain so clearly what makes these shows amazing. Every post is so well written! Can't wait to read more 😊

Hey! Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.

I revisited this series, following a transition in my personal life, and felt like I needed some space for fun. I love reviewing shows / breaking down characters and when I latched back on to this series, I thought I would be alone in the fandom because, frankly, its a pretty old show.

ROB and DOB isn’t as easily available like RTTE on Netflix. And it was my brother’s subscription to HULU and PEACOCK that got me the chance to rewatch them. So, I thought, who else would wanna read or know about this show given the chance, yannow?

I do pour my heart and soul into writing, editing, framing the show into posts and I do feel a little exposed when I talk candidly. I think the HTTYD series speaks to me on a deeper level than just an adventure movie, and I trust it is the same for many of us. It means the world that many of you have been responding so kindly and encouragingly on this platform. We can never have too much of this type of positivity.

Hiccup is a lost boy in a forgotten age, Toothless is a totem of his courage. He is finding himself, in a world where he shouldn’t succeed (naturally), in a world that only wants to take from him, to take from anyone. A world greedy for power, influence and money. Similar to ours.

But Hiccup isn’t interested in that. Though a born leader, he comes into his purpose from the angle of kindness, and it is that angle that makes him such a great heir / chief to Berk. Berk is in a transition. They don’t need a large, strong Viking chief anymore. They need an innovator, a listener, an inventor. Someone smart. He is exactly what Berk needs for the future, the village is just beginning to know that.

The thing about ROB and DOB is, it is where it all started. It is a show portraying the incremental developments of Hiccup from boy to man. His temperament is still immature. His goals, a little superficial. But his heart, it grows larger and larger, because he is open to making mistakes and correcting them. Forgiving and moving on. Sure, it is about training dragons, but it is also about parenthood, friendships, family, relationships, responsibilities. Growth. To miss out on ROB and DOB is to miss out on a lot.

He becomes a strong leader of Dragon’s Edge because of his compassion. He becomes a man worthy of Astrid, because of the same. And that spoke to me, because for a long time, I wondered what the point was in being considered “the nice one”. For many years, I thought it was always weakness to be nice, because you get bullied for it / made fun of for it. But, I see now, that kindness is strength. And in time it will reap benefits. What kind? Too soon to say.

I get that this is a cartoon, it might just be for kids. But as a girl, in my early 20s, still growing, finding myself as I navigate through the cusps of adulthood, I am beginning to realise why we need nice people. I can see how this show relates to me, even if I am no longer the target audience it was created for. But having watched this as a kid, and then revisit it and finding different messages and take-aways can we consider this show timeless? Apt?

Be kind. There will be a few, those treasured few, who would pierce beyond the veil of our compassion and realise, that there is more to life than just gold, treasures, power and titles. It is all about community. And that is in essence, what Hiccup is, a man born to serve his community, the son of a chief. The impetus of change.

I believe that his father saw it, and that’s what lead him to say, at the end of DOB :

P/S : @hiccstridshipper19 thanks for reaching out. I bet if you ever wanted to write anything, you would do amazingly. Tag me, if you ever do any write-ups. I wasn’t too good w words too when I started other blogs, but w time and practice, I started to find my own rhythm and style. A writing voice takes time. I’m still very much honing my skills. One thing I’m working on is keeping things concise (which, as you can tell, am failing terribly at).

All my love to you. Take care.

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deadendtracks · 2 years

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Peaky Season 6 canon-centric fic

In celebration of season 6 hitting Netflix, here are all the canon-centric fics that deal with season 6 in some manner that I've found on AO3! Please note that some of them were written as the season was airing on the BBC so will possibly have different directions than canon ultimately went with.

I hope this will inspire more to be written. If I've missed any please drop a link, I'm sure there are some I didn't see.

give to dust by @takingoffmyshoes

He could tell her. He could. He could say I’ve been having the fits for months and I can’t eat or sleep and I think I’m sick beyond that, think I have been for a while, think I’m the reason Ruby is, but that would ruin it all, would shake the foundations too fiercely to survive, and for nothing.

(Response to s6e2)

Gray Man by @emjenwrites

It’s just a piece of paper.

Response fic for 6x02 "Black Shirt."

Open Hands by @aniray

“And I got what I have wanted from the moment I set eyes on it.”

Lizzie heard the words. She heard them and yet she didn’t want to believe them. Because he’d said, hadn’t he? He’d said the words. ‘I love you’, he’d told her. Yet this was Tommy. And what Lizzie wanted rarely meant anything where he was concerned. So, she did believe it. And when she looked to her husband and his eyes would not meet hers, she knew. Everyone at that fucking table knew.

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart by @emjenwrites

Noise outside the room woke Lizzie with a sense of déjà vu.

Response fic for 6x05 "The Road to Hell."

No more canaries in the mine by JustRosey (@andtherewerefireworks)

Tommy's medical issues become more pressing and Dr. Holford makes a suggestion.

Armistice by xxSparksxx

Whatever Tommy wants to say to her, Lizzie doesn’t care. She doesn’t. And yet, looking at him now, she finds herself falling into the same old trap. The same old habit. Arthur with his snow, Tommy with his drink…she’s an addict too, just as much as them. It’s weeks since she tore herself away from Thomas Shelby, but she looks at him now and can’t say no.

Or: Tommy comes to see Lizzie, after 6.06.

A Month of Sundays by xxSparksxx

Tommy calls on Sunday, as promised.

She hasn’t told Charles about seeing his father last week. He’s struggling enough, the poor kid, without having his hopes raised. He’s taken the last few months so hard. Losing his sister, and barely seeing his father, and then Lizzie walking away from the marriage…it’s not been easy for him. Lizzie loves him with all her heart, and she’s selfishly glad that he chose to come with her, but she knows he’s having a tough time. She knows she can’t make up for what he lacks. For all Tommy’s faults, he’s still Charles’s father, and poor little Charlie desperately wants his father’s love and care. He doesn’t need to have his hopes raised just to be dashed yet again.

But the telephone rings at eleven o’clock on the dot.

Or: it will take a month of Sundays for Lizzie - and Charlie - to start forgiving Tommy.

Everything by @aniray

"When you are ready, I want you to tell me everything that's going on." And she didn’t realize- she couldn’t see. He didn’t know everything- he barely knew anything, anymore.

Or: Tommy stops keeping secrets, but it doesn't make things any better.

In the shadows by NightofKing

He looked at his hands shaking, still seeming red from being kept in a grip, and it was like after all those times, raw and ugly, and he didn’t get why, because it’d been so long. So long since the last time he lost himself that way.

[6.05]

it goes like this by @deadendtracks

Lizzie’d never seen him cry. Not even at his first wife’s fucking funeral. Never.

[6.01]

Let the Whirlwinds Be by Emma_Perlman

Picks up from the finale of Season 6.

After the loss of Tommy, Lizzie starts a new life. A new house. A new job. A new Lizzie. Despite her determination to move on, the ghosts of the past keep coming back as new and old secrets reveal themselves. As she embarks on the new experience of a free Lizzie, she finally has to make a choice between her heart or her head.

[WIP]

With My Brother by My Side by DustyRose1701

"Arthur swallows a lump down in his throat, licks his lips, then speaks. “You’ve still got time, Tommy. You don’t have to go right fucking now.” “Oh, but I do. No better fucking place than here or time than the present,” he says, looking around at the grassy surroundings and seemingly just noticing the soft breeze in the air and the bright blue sky. “This is a good place to die, alright.” Tommy locks eyes with Arthur, then says, “And with my brother by my side as I go, no less.”"

One shot. Alternate universe - canon divergence for s06e06 Lock and Key. Tommy makes a different choice.

#peaky blinders

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bat-the-misfit · 1 year

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Star Trek Discovery had a nonbinary character who used they/them pronouns and had a boyfriend who was a trans man played by a trans actor and i will never forgive netflix for taking it away from me

#i loved it so much #i miss michael so much #omg this was literally the first time i saw enby rep after finding out i was an enby #imagine the happiness i felt watching it #i'm so angry they just threw it in the trash like it was nothing #it might not have been nothing for you but it was SO MUCH to me #they looked like me they used the same pronouns as me they were nonbinary like me #i was so happy bc they existed

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snowbarrytrashh · 2 years

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 5

Summary: When Barry goes back in time to try and save Oliver and the other worlds that were erased from the multiverse he creates a new flashpoint. He has no idea he’s coming back to a life he doesn’t recognize at all. (this is a snowbarry fic)

Author’s Note: This chapter was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to leave comments:) I’m sorry if some of the culture things or location of things is inaccurate. I did some research but probably not enough, so forgive me and just pretend haha

Barry woke up first this morning. He was holding Caitlin in his arms again, but today it wasn’t as weird. He had woken up from a dream of them being together with no other timeline so he was enjoying the fact that just for a moment longer, he could hold her here and forget that he had an actual whole other life of issues to deal with. He pulled himself a little closer, enjoying this moment for as long as he could, until Caitlin woke up.

Caitlin moved out from his arms and turned to look at him, “Good morning,” she said with a smile and soft laugh. “Don’t worry I won’t kiss you today.”

Barry pretended to just be waking up when she moved from under his arms, he didn’t want to let her know that he was actually enjoying the fact that they were cuddling. He knew it would complicate things too much.

Barry laughed, “Well I’m sorry I can’t say the same about cuddling you. I’ll try harder to control my unconscious actions while I’m sleeping,” he said laughing.

She smiled at him, “You won’t get any complaints from me. I happen to like your unconscious actions.”

This made him smile. He wouldn’t tell Caitlin but since it wasn’t an issue for her, he was actually looking quite forward to waking up with her in his arms every morning. “So I have a request,” Barry said a little sheepishly.

“And what would that be?” Caitlin asked, very curious.

“I had so much fun yesterday and was wondering if maybe we could have another day where we do what we would have normally done if things were normal. But maybe you could kind of surprise me and I’ll just follow along,” he asked kind of shyly. He was afraid Caitlin would think he was weird for asking such a question.

She started beaming, “I would love that! This is going to be so much fun! I know just what we’ll do,” she said as she got up from the bed in a hurry. “Okay I’m gonna hop in the shower and get ready first since it takes me longer. Usually if I’m getting ready first and you don’t have anything to do, you’ll read or there’s a documentary on Netflix you’ve been watching but you’re free to do whatever,” she said in a rush, clearly excited about the day and what it had to offer.

“Okay,” Barry said with a grin. He loved seeing Caitlin like this. Now he couldn’t wait to see what they would get into today. He was regretting asking for it to be a surprise though, he wanted to know just what had Caitlin so excited.

Before he could make up his mind on what to do to occupy himself, he looked over to see Caitlin undressing as she started the shower. With her being so excited she forgot to close the door and it probably wasn’t a habit for her either. He remembered in his timeline when he once had to put Caitlin in pajamas after she had a few too many to drink. She asked him then if he had taken a peek and when he said no, he meant it. But this time he wasn’t just peeking. He was fully taking in every curve of her body. He felt like he was intruding but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Man, she was beautiful. Thankfully she was too focused with her new motivation and excitement about the day to notice his wandering eyes. She finally stepped in and closed the curtain.

This gave Barry some time to think about what just happened. He was clearly thinking of Caitlin in a way he never had before. But as he explored these feelings, he realized more than he had yesterday that he couldn’t act on these feelings yet. Not only would it be bad for him because he would feel so guilty and feel like he was cheating on Iris even though he wouldn’t be able to be with her again. But just two short days ago Iris was his wife and while he was currently trying not to think about that, when he did, he knew he wasn’t close to being ready to start something with Caitlin. And he knew it wouldn’t be fair to Caitlin to start something when he wasn’t ready for it.

But he still knew that he could never be with Iris again, so he didn’t want to close himself off to Caitlin. While it might have only been two days, under the circumstances he and Caitlin had grown very close, very fast. He decided he would stick with his original idea of forgetting about his current situation and just have fun with Caitlin. He wouldn’t act on his feelings, but he wouldn’t hold back from feeling them either.

Now that he had sorted through his feelings it was time to decide what to do with his spare time. In her rush, Caitlin forgot to mention what book he was reading or what documentary he was watching, but there was a book on his nightstand, so he decided to go with that option. The Book Thief, one of the classics. He didn’t do much reading for fun in his timeline, mostly just academic and research stuff, and of course comic books. He figured he would see what his other self found so enjoyable. He sped through the book in seconds, it was really good. Because he had taken so long to figure out his thoughts, Caitlin was already getting out of the shower as he closed the book. He took another glance as she reached for her towel, but this time she caught him. She blushed and then said, “All yours if you want it.”

He coughed and fumbled over his words for a second before Caitlin added, “The shower I mean.”

“Oh, right of course. Yeah, I’ll take one,” he said while trying to avoid eye contact.

“Okay, I’ll get everything we need ready,” she said with a smile as she passed him.

Her not making things awkward let him be a little less embarrassed, “I’m really excited to find out what you have planned.”

“I’m hoping you love it. I think you will,” she said with a big grin.

“I’m sure I will,” he said, smiling just as big as she was.

“Okay well I’m gonna get things ready out here so no peeking until I say. You’ll have to stay in there until I have it all ready. I don’t want to spoil anything.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a soft smile.

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“Okay, I think I have everything ready. You can come out now,” Caitlin shouted to Barry as he waited in the bathroom.

Barry stepped out to see Caitlin wearing a heavy wind jacket, some type of wind pants, and a huge backpack.

“What exactly do you have planned today?” Barry asked, very confused by seeing Caitlin and her new outfit.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Of course I do.”

“Okay then I’m going to need you to put on this suit,” she said as she gave him a smile and nod that said you’ll see.

“That looks a lot like my flash suit, just without any design.”

“Well, you’d be right.”

“Okay, now you have to tell me what we’re doing. I’m completely lost.”

“It will be better as a surprise trust me. But I’m gonna run downstairs and get one last thing while you put your suit on.”

Barry just stared at the suit and then back to Caitlin, contemplating if he should really listen to her.

“Hey, don’t forget this is what you asked for,” Caitlin said.

“You’re right I did. I won’t put up a fight.”

“Good,” she said with a smile.

After Caitlin headed downstairs, he stared at the suit on the bed, trying to think of just what in the world they were doing for him to need to wear this. He was especially confused because it was supposedly something they would have normally done if they had time off. He decided that as confused as he was, he really did trust Caitlin, so he put the suit on. It really was like his flash suit, just all black and with no lightning bolt.

He heard Caitlin shout from downstairs, “Whenever you're ready come down.”

He looked at himself in the mirror before heading downstairs. He kind of liked the look of this black suit. He took a deep breath and headed down to Caitlin.

Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he could see that Caitlin had a pair of eyeglasses that people would use for skydiving or something hanging around her neck and was holding a similar pair in her hand but with what looked like some tech features. He was more confused than ever.

“Okay, I know you’re probably completely lost as to what’s going on but I’m gonna need you to keep trusting me. I need you to put these glasses on and they’ll give you directions of where to run. You’ll have to carry me,” she said as she started to give him a smirk.

He started smiling, thinking he may just know what Caitlin was up to. He wasn’t sure where they were going but he had a feeling he would love it. He moved towards her fast, smiling at her while looking her right in the eyes. He took the glasses from her without breaking eye contact and put them on. He then picked her up swiftly and held her in his arms giving her one last smile before speeding off to wherever Caitlin had planned.

These glasses were pretty cool, he just had to follow the red line the glasses put in front of him. He started running over the ocean pretty soon and was kind of surprised with his ability to carry Caitlin like this while running on water, but it was like it was natural to him. He stopped as his glasses told him he had reached his destination and read a sign that told him just where he was. He set Caitlin down gently and then wrapped her in a big hug.

“I can’t believe we’re actually in London,” he said ecstatic.

“Me either, but let’s change really fast before anyone notices us in these clothes,” she said laughing, pointing to the public bathrooms the glasses had brought them to.

She pulled her backpack off and opened it and gave Barry some clothes to change into.

Once they both came out of the bathroom in their new clothes Caitlin gestured to the table and chairs just a little bit away and Barry followed her.

“So I guess I can tell you now,” she said, giving him a smile. “I know that you saw some of our photo albums and if you remember there were a lot of us on different trips. We do this kinda thing pretty frequently actually. It started about a month after we had gotten back from our honeymoon. We were talking about how we wished we could take trips like that all the time and we were joking around talking about all we would do and where we would go when you looked at me and asked, ‘What’s stopping us?’ I was pretty confused, but you just looked at me and asked if I could go anywhere in the world right now where would I go. When I said Greece, you sped off and were back downstairs in seconds with this backpack and a map. Then you picked me up and took us to Greece. It was obviously a little less smooth back then,” she added with a laugh. “We didn’t have your fancy glasses to give us directions and we just took off in what we were wearing, but it was spontaneous and fun, and we had the time of our lives. So any chance we get we pack what we can on this backpack and travel around the world. We usually take turns picking and this is where you had told me you wanted to go next which is why we’re here.”

“I can’t believe that was our normal lives. I never did anything like that in my timeline. I’m starting to figure out that this other me is a lot more fun.”

“Hey now, don’t talk like that. I think this version of you is quite fun actually.”

“Well I appreciate that. I do still want to do whatever we would have done though so you lead the way and I’ll follow.”

“Well you’re usually starving by now, especially after the run so we try and find a local to recommend us a place.”

Barry stood up from his chair and reached out his hand to Caitlin, to help her up.

They walked just a few blocks until they ran into tons of people walking around and going into shops.

“So how do you pick who to ask?”

“If I’m being honest, I usually try to find a sweet old lady,” she said and smiled at Barry. She looked through the crowd of people and locked her eyes on someone. She then looked back to Barry, “Okay I think I found someone. Wish me luck,” she said as she headed off in her direction before Barry had a chance to respond.

Barry looked at her and smiled as she walked over to an older woman and started talking as if they’d been friends their whole life. Barry really did understand how he ended up with her in this timeline. It had only been two days since he got to this new timeline, and he’d already seen so many new and wonderful sides to Caitlin. Not that he didn’t see these qualities in his timeline, but he had never put himself in the position to see them exactly how he is now. He then noticed her pointing his way and the two of them started walking in his direction.

Once they reached him, Caitlin gestured towards him and looked at the woman and said, “C'est Barry. Il ne parle pas français.”

He turned to look at Caitlin in shock, he had no idea she could speak French. Before he could make a comment about his amazement, the woman spoke up.

“That’s okay, I speak English. Hello Barry,” she said with a gentle smile. “My name’s Marie.”

“Hi Marie,” he said, smiling back at her.

“So your wife tells me you guys are looking for a nice restaurant to eat at.”

Caitlin looked flustered and went to speak up, probably to correct her, but Barry spoke up before she had the chance. “Yes, my wife and I love to try different places that the locals love when we go on vacation.”

Caitlin looked at him and gave him a soft smile. A smile that said thank you for not making me explain this awkward situation we’ve found ourselves in. He hoped it wouldn’t cause problems, but he really didn’t see the point in explaining that they weren't husband and wife, it really was a complicated story he didn’t want to explain either. And honestly the idea of pretending he actually was married to Caitlin on this trip was also very appealing. And technically she was legally still his wife.

“Well I just think that’s lovely. I hardly ever see any tourists trying to have a genuine experience with the place. They’re always just doing whatever the biggest trend is, so I already adore you two.”

“Aww thank you. I really appreciate your kindness and showing us to your favorite place,” Caitlin said.

Marie looked to Barry and said, “You got really lucky with this one I hope you know,” gesturing towards Caitlin.

He looked at Caitlin and smiled big, “Yeah, I really did,” he responded. Thinking that maybe the change in timelines was a blessing and not a curse.

“Alright well, follow me so we can get some food in you two, you both look like skin and bones.”

They looked at each other and laughed, “We’re right behind you.”

— —

It was only a few short blocks, but it took them a little longer to get to the restaurant with all of the talking Marie did and the stories she told about the places they passed. Neither one of them minded though, they actually quite enjoyed her stories. As they finally reached the restaurant, she looked at them and said, “Here it is! Amelio’s. This was the place my husband took me on our first date. This is a magical place to me, and I hope it will be to you all as well.”

“Thank you so much Marie. This has been so lovely,” Caitlin said as she leaned in to hug her.

“Thank you guys! You’ve restored some of my hope in people again. Oh and before I forget,” she said as she reached into her purse and grabbed a pen and paper. “My husband and I own a little bed and breakfast and if you guys haven’t made official plans, we would love to see you there. I’ll write the address down for you. I’ll make sure and save the honeymoon suite just in case,” she said with a wink.

Barry took the paper and thanked her. “Hopefully we’ll see you soon, Marie.”

She smiled and headed off as they went into the restaurant.

They walked into a beautiful restaurant with low lighting and candles at every table. This was definitely a very romantic restaurant, and this was going to make Barry struggle even more with keeping his new \found feelings to himself. Caitlin bringing him on this trip was so much fun for him and just the escape he needed. And now this romantic restaurant on top of everything he’s already been feeling. This was going to be a very difficult night.

They sat down at the table with the candlelight hitting Caitlin perfectly. Man, she really is beautiful, Barry thought to himself. And her hazel eyes sparkled in the candlelight. He couldn’t help but stare into them and smile.

“So I think this would be the perfect opportunity to hear about some of our other trips like this. Which ones were our favorites, which ones had the best food, which ones did we laugh the most? I want every detail, as much as you can remember.”

Caitlin smiled at Barry’s request, more than delighted to tell him about all of the good memories they shared.

— —

After dinner they walked out of the restaurant laughing as Caitlin finished telling the story of when they went to Guam and tried paddle boarding. For as good on his feet as Barry usually was, he couldn’t stand up on a paddle board and stay to save his life. They spent all day on the water while Barry tried to stay up, with no avail.

“Well I’m sure this version of me definitely could do it,” Barry said with confidence.

“Well on our next beach trip we’ll just have to find out,” Caitlin said smiling before she started to look nervous instead of happy.

Barry could see the nervousness she now felt after implying there would be another trip for them to go on, that they would still be together. Without telling her how he felt right now he could still calm her nerves about the future so he responded, “Well I don’t remember you saying we’ve been to Hawaii so that’s where I’ll prove I can do it,” he said and playfully nudged her arm with his.

This made Caitlin smile and drop the look of worry that was on her face, “I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” she said smiling.

They spent the rest of the evening walking around the streets and going into little shops, buying clothes for their trip, and trying different food from carts and vendors along the way, all while telling each other stories from their timelines.

As the time passed and they both became tired Barry looked to Caitlin and asked, “So did you have any official plans for where we were gonna stay or?”

“No, I usually find somewhere but I got a little caught up in the day and completely forgot.”

Barry pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket, “Well it’s a good thing you made us a new friend today then huh?”

Caitlin smiled as she remembered Marie offering them a place to stay, “That actually did work out pretty well huh?”

— —

After a short walk Caitlin and Barry found themselves at the door of Marie’s bed and breakfast and walked in, excited to see her again.

Marie walked in from the other room after hearing the door open to see her new favorite people standing in front of her.

“Oh my, I’m so glad you guys ended up coming! I was holding on to hope that you would,” she said smiling. “Oh I told my husband about just how great you two are, I better get him in here to meet you. Charles, Charles hurry get in here!”

Charles walks in from the other room, “Everything okay, Marie?” he asked.

“Honey, this is that lovely couple I was telling you about today. Aren’t they the cutest thing in the world?”

Charles smiled at his wife and the joy she had from telling him about these new people, “Yes, they sure are sweetie.”

“Oh and I did save the suite, hoping you guys would come, I’ll show the way,” she said smiling, practically skipping up the stairs.

Barry and Caitlin looked at each other smiling as they followed up the stairs behind her.

“And here we are. Feel free to come and go as you please. We have breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, but you don’t have to come to any of them,” she said, still smiling at them.

“Thank you so much, we really appreciate it,” Caitlin said, smiling back at her.

“This is truly my pleasure. How long will you guys be staying with us? Feel free to stay as long or short as you like.”

Caitlin looked at Barry and back to Marie before saying, “We’re not really sure. This was actually a spur of the moment trip.”

“Oh my look at the two of you being young and in love and just living in the moment. You two really are something special. I don’t want to keep you talking too much longer but I have to hear about how you guys fell in love before you all leave!”

Caitlin and Barry looked at each other and laughed and then Barry looked at Marie and said, “Maybe we could tell you over breakfast tomorrow.”

“Oh I would just love that! Okay well I’ll let you guys finally get some sleep…or not,” she said with a wink as she laughed and headed back down the stairs.

Barry and Caitlin shared an awkward laugh and headed into their room.

Once they got in the room Caitlin started laughing again, “If only she knew our actual story.”

“It’s definitely entertaining,” he said laughing with her.

“Without a doubt,” she said as she laid the backpack down and started to pull some things out. Caitlin looked up at Barry with that look of awkwardness before she spoke. “Umm Barry… I’m sorry I was kind of in a hurry packing and was honestly just packing what we usually do and not really thinking about it and um well, I kind of forgot to pack you pajamas. I didn’t think about it at the shops when we were buying clothes either.”

Barry laughed at her and her worry over something so small, “That’s okay Cait. I can just sleep in my underwear, as long as that won’t bother you, but I would assume that’s rather normal for you.”

“Yeah, it is. I was just worried you would feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“Okay, good. Ummm are you also okay with me just sleeping in an oversized t-shirt?”

“Yes, Caitlin,” he said smiling and shaking his head, still laughing at her being this way.

“Okay well I’ll at least go change in the bathroom, I won’t make you too uncomfortable,” she said and went straight into the bathroom not giving Barry a chance to say anything.

She came out and Barry was already under the covers. She walked sheepishly across the room, like she was nervous for him to see her even though he knew she saw him looking at her this morning, even though she didn’t say anything about it.

He smiled at her and her goofiness. Every second he spent with her he understood a little more just how they came to be.

As she slipped under the covers Barry turned to her and asked, “Any big plans tomorrow?” he asked as he scooted just the slightest bit closer to her.

“We usually see all of the famous sites on our second day. So, the Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, The Tower Bridge, the museums, and all of those fun places. I’m sorry if you wanted to go to those today. We usually just spend our first day in the less known parts of the city.”

“That sounds great. And don’t apologize, I loved what we did. It was perfect.” He now made sure to look her in the eye before adding, “Thank you for today, and this trip. It means more to me than you know.”

“Thank you, Barry. I think I might have needed this trip more than you did.”

He smiled at her, “Goodnight, Caitlin.”

“Goodnight, Barry.”

#snowbarry #snowbarry fanfic #snowbarry fanfiction #Caitlin Snow #Barry Allen #The Flash

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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ace, YOUR CURSED FIC IS GIVING ME LIFE. whumperflies all over 🧡🧡!! you’re so talented. it was worth waiting for because your words and story-building is brilliantly crafted. can’t wait for the next chapter. you’re a gem and blessing to this whump community.

(netflix are such clowns for canceling cursed!!! my beloved the weeping monk— i will NEVER forgive them for taking our tortured brooding man away from us)

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! YOU'RE SO NICE!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! THANK YOU!!! I'm so so happy you're enjoying it!!!!!! I hope you enjoy the rest of it as well!!!

And yes Netflix are a bunch of losers for cancelling Cursed. I'm always gonna be mad about it.

#sweet messages #I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND!!!!!#THANK YOU SO MUCH #ask #whumpypepsigal #mod replies

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spectralwiitch · 9 months

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bro listen i know my main invader zim au (can be found at @ask-paranormaloddities) is like. HORRIBLY fuckin ooc but i *do* know how these characters should act and there *is* quite a bit of that in them.

it's self indulgent for me to make dib a little chronically ill genderqueer afab fae abomination who has been through the wringer and chooses to be kind when they have every reason to become even more cruel and hateful. they're absolutely still a freak who gets excited and waxes poetic over death and decay, who stares into your fucking soul with a crooked, sharp grin, who can pick you apart and tear you to pieces if they wanted but don't because forgiveness is truly the greatest punishment.

it's self indulgent for me to make zim soft, because it realized how fragile its enemy was, and how many things could take that away from it. it's seen that ever present spark in dib's eyes fade and disappear and seen them almost do the same and vows that nothing will take this infuriating, challenging son of a bitch that gives its existence meaning and purpose away from it.

it's self indulgent for me to make professor membrane a parent who is not perfect but would protect his children with his life and genuinely does his best for their wellbeing.

it's *definitely* self indulgent to have created an oc for their other parent

i unapologetically have the au horribly ooc because it's completely self indulgent. i'm doing what i want. i'm picking bits and pieces from canon. i know that i'm doing this and i'm having fun with it, but i'm still keeping some of what makes these characters, these characters. dib is still a social outcast, zim is still a son of a bitch, gaz is still gaz, membrane is still not the best in the world, etc etc etc

i've seen parts of myself in these characters since years and years and years ago when i found the series on netflix, watched the episodes i could, and then spent all the years until ETF came out thinking the whole thing was a fucking fever dream cause i never heard or saw anything about it again.

i have other aus that are definitely more in character (@mothballsandstarfalls, @magicians-assistant-dib) and another one that is also very ooc (@zimisthebesthousewife). i'm just out here having fun. trying to keep characters recognizable while adding my own fun to it.

he would not fucking say that but i think it's pretty goddamn funny so screw it

#spec speaks #rambles #invader zim #ignore me i just have brainworms.

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canonicallyanxious · 3 years

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Top 5 shows :)

oh man i feel like i’m definitely gonna miss something important but uhhhhh okay imma try my best here! in no particular order bc i cannot do that to myself:

1. Pose FX

2. Bojack Horseman

3. The Get Down

4. Steven Universe/Steven Universe Future

5. Avatar: The Last Airbender

Honorable mentions: She-Ra, Good Omens, The Good Place, probably some others i’m forgetting idk E: OH AND FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD see I'm already forgetting important ones rip

Ask me my top 5/10 anything!

#answers #i was going to explain why i put all of these on my list but work tired out my brain so have some pretty gifs instead #but sarah why isn't skam on here you may ask #because i can't justify putting a show i really only fully loved one season of next to shows like these #but sarah why not any of the remakes???#because i can't justify putting shows i haven't seen all the seasons for on this list either skjdnfksdjnfsd #skamnl might be the only one but i really have... no strong feelings about that remake whatsoever #druck i never saw s2 or the last two weeks of s4 #skamesp i rage quit s4 like two or three weeks in #facebook watch can choke for never giving me shay's season [also never finished s2]#[i've watched 4 versions of noorhell seasons which is 4 versions too many let me rest]#skamfr isn't even part of this discussion skfjsnkdfns #anyway i stand by this list #i will never forgive netflix for taking the get down away from me too soon #fucking show of my life #also pose s3 when :'[[[[[[ i miss them :'[[[[[[[[[#Anonymous

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jewishsuperfam · 3 years

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still haven't made it past ep 1 of s&b but from the gifs ive seen and from what it seems like they're setting up now, i can Feel In My Bones that they're going to replace tolya and tamar with the crows and i am Not Here For It

#if s&b netflix takes tamar/nadia away from me i will never forgive them

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bemylord · 3 years

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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

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