#together forever in hell </3

[clfixationstation]

they literally just wanted to be together

#cl thoughts #together forever in hell </3 #eren jaeger #eren yeager #armin arlert #have to do homework? time for eremin brain to kick in #eremin #never getting over it #erearu #aot finale #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan the final season

[pandemique]

demi???? are you up to date with dnf??

am i 🤔

#here in hell together forever <3 #dnf #i laughed out loud at this ask.. the timing with what i’m doing #okay its 3am i have to stop being deranged x)

[greg-montgomery]

girl i don’t even care anymore like he’s never on my mind fr i’m free literally the definition of healed like who even cares anymore cause i know i don’t

#someone shoot me #i guess i’m just sick of getting a stomach ache every time someone mentions his name! #so i was invited to go out with my old team which would be amazing if He wasn’t there <3 #like why am i shaking and having a stomach ache at the thought of going #and i could like focus on everyone else the whole time we’re there but we live fucking close #we’ll have to take the train together like old times #literally end me rn #i’ll probably make an excuse or something but i can’t avoid it forever #i’m in hell #the worst part is that he most likely gives no fucks whether i’m gonna be there or not so yeahhhhhh ❤️❤️🌹🌹❣️❣️🌠🌠🌠🌠 #clownery tag

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Early Bird

Pairing: YasMoon

@karatecaulfield bets lesbians getting into trouble <3

***

Moon swears they’ve just gotten crossed when the sun comes up.

“Where’d the night go?” Moon flicks an incense-dusted towel at Yasmine. She slides her feet into her friend’s lap, the movement as natural as breathing.

“We’re ridiculous. Loveseat over there’s worth 4 grand...and yet here we are.” Yasmine pats the floorboards, rolling her eyes.

“This helped.” Moon waggles the mostly-empty cheap wine they nicked from Yasmine’s parents’ cabinet.

She laughs, eyes gleaming.

“God. You’re the coolest person I know, and I get to see you every day. I’m the luckiest bitch in the world.”

Moon thinks she is, too.

***

When the morning came we Were cleaning incense off your Vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" you say "Your roommate's parents' cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" I see you every day now

#allvalley100 #yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #when this takes place </3 #these two got into so much trouble together I just know it #and their parents pretended not to notice when they stole their wine but like #they were probably secretly proud XD #Yasmine especially seems like the type who has parents who partied hard in their youth #hell maybe they still do #and that's why Yas is...like she is :( #but anyways I love writing simple blissful happy moments between these two #that probably seem so bittersweet later on #when their relationship gets more complicated and they actually have to address their feelings #Maroon will forever be a Yasmoon song #has me in almost as much of a chokehold as the 10-minute all too well

[ragsy]

[placid smile of someone who is seconds away from going apeshit with Big Feelings] my monster of the week game has only two episodes left before it's over

I'm fine I'm normal about this

#ragsycon exclusive #idk how many actual sessions I'll have to split then between because scheduling is difficult #so we'll meet at least 3 or 4 more times #but it's so. I'm ready but I'm not ready #im ending it because it feels right for the narrative to end it #but I'm not ready to say goodbye to these characters yet #and i don't just mean my NPCs. i can do whatever the hell i want with them forever #I'm also talking about these player characters #and their dynamics with each other and with the NPCs #this history they have together #the growth they've had as a team and as individuals #i still get to play with this group because we have a dnd campaign that's been running for 7 years now #and another person in the group wants to step up and GM once I'm done #but it's not the SAME i hate goodbyes like this

[mememan93]

Skyward sword aionios AU.......

#playing xenoblade 3 has me thinking.... #ok so like. Ghirahim and Fi would be blades obviously. I think zelda should be high entia bcs the wings #link is a homs. same with pipit. karane can be gormotti. as a treat. #Ok so fi takes the role of Joran. saving Ghirahim and who was with him. dies. and becomes moebuis. and because she's super logic based she- #thinks the endless now is a good idea like what shania thinks about being given a second chance when you die- #or fuck wait. what if ghirahim was in jorans place. because fuckin jorans whole 'im better than you now' and how hes crazy basically #so Zelda and Link are basically Noah and Mio and N and M. Zelda is N because everytime she met link she just wanted the feeling of them- #together to stay the same forever and link is M because link would do anything for her- #Karane is eunie ofc. Groose... lanz. pipit is taion and fledge is sena. #WAIT NO SHOULD CAWLIN BE JORAN #cawlin can be joran because hes a pissboy like joran. #should ghirahim and fi be like. melia and nia... that'd be funny as hell #NO SCRATCH THAT. Hylia and Demise are melia and nia. the two queens. #instead of zelda being hylia reborn we can do like a nia/mio implied mother daughter thing #maybe a crys and myaibi thing works better for ghirahim and fi. being mentors and friends of link and zelda? #stritch can be mwamba because he dies in the first hour anyway

[down-thedrain]

I think there should be a smile rancher au for TMC with no horror or anything it's just the cast being farmers n they each raise a different kinda slime or something idk I'm watching a playthrough of the game rn and in like wrow <3

(i switched to my puter lol i was getting. real life pissed at my phone JKGADFHGDJ)

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT A SLIME RANCHER AU FOR THE LONGEST FUCKIN TIME YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!!!!!!!! AUSFGSDFSDFGJSHDF WE R LIKE 🤝

i agree wholeheartedly that there shouldn't be any horror, they should just get to be goofy and have fun <333333

it would probably be more of a "what if the characters were in the universe" au rather than a "the characters replace other characters" au i think...... both mark + cesar and adam + jonah get sent to work at opposing ranches for the 7zee corporation and they like. make it kind of a contest between the two pairs to see who can become the best ranchers because it just means more funds for them LOL. obviously botjh pairs step up to the challenge so they have a bit of a. rivalry of some sort heehee <33333

ok ik i lterally just said it's not a characters replace characters au BUTTTTTT i think sarah and eve take a sort of casey-like role in this au for mark/cesar and adam/jonah respectively (without the romantic implications obviously because. Ew). they send letters back and forth cuz while they're happy on earth and they miss their buddies they're so happy they're pursuing their passions in slime ranching yk <333333

...might have to take back what i said about not being a characters replace characters au because like . ough what if ruth takes a mochi-like role and. uh. dave could honestly be either odgen or viktor tbh he fits odgen's vibes more but it'd be kinda blasphemous to not make him The Tech-Obsessed One so. idk. and then thatcher's whichever one dave isn't <3 also bOb is a tulpa because i said so damnit

dunno who thora and hobson'd be though............ they could honestly be anyone i could make them alternates for all i care but. idk. i could make them lynn and jude but then they'd have a stronger connection to adam compared to mark, cesar, and jonah so. eh! do with that what you will

anyways back to the whole competition thing. mark and cesar'd initially be more successful because they're not Completely Incompetent and can actually figure out what they're doing. as opposed to adam and jonah, who can't stop goofing around long enough to figure out how to grow a patch of carrots. however, when they do figure it out, they start quickly overtaking mark and cesar because they're not afraid of absolutely everything. like they'll actually venture out into some of the more dangerous areas of the far far range, like the area full of hunter largos in the moss blanket or the ash volcano and such, whereas mark and cesar are extremely hesitant cuz they're scared of getting their asses bitten LMAO

and then they become evenly matched again cuz adam and jonah are faced with the difficult truth that it is, in fact, fuckin hard to manage a ranch full of harmful slimes, especially since they have yet to figure out how all the parts of the ranch work and insist on diving head-first into their corrals to collect their slimes' plorts instead of just buying plort collectors like normal people. they're still dumbasses who have no idea what they're doing and are just saying fuck it we ball to everything LMAOOOO (also they 100000000% lost their entire ranch of slimes to a tarr outbreak i know it to be true. probably when they were trying to figure out how tangle slimes work and didn't know they could grab dropped plorts from far away using their vines LOL). mark and cesar aren't perfect obviously but since they tend to take everything slowly and take a lot of precautions and such they pick up mistakes like that before it causes any issues. but they also had a tarr outbreak and lost half their slimes sorry it's the way i am JDFSDFGJSHD

OHHHHHHH ALSO i think both pairs kinda split up their skills a lot to get more done, so mark/adam go out to collect slimes n stuff while cesar/jonah stay back more often to grow crops and raise chickens and such n such. you're doing great sweeties HEJHASGJHD. and then later on cesar is a lot more knowledgable about slime science and how to properly utilize it, mark knows the far far range like the back of his hand and can find pretty much anything you're looking for if you ask (making him a prime gilded ginger hunter), adam can handle any kind of slime and knows how to deal with them/organize them on the ranch, and jonah is really fucking good at the sub areas thatcher/ruth/dave have set up, especially the slimeulation with the glitch slimes (which are his favorite kind of slimes next to tangle slimes don't fight me i'm right)

and they basically end in a tie but what's important is that 7zee made a shit ton of money off of both pairs so everyone wins /JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ

#posts in a drainage system #i. did NOT mean to type this much holy shit #this is what you get for asking me to combine two of my hyperfixations lol #also there's spoilers in here. idk how far you're into that walkthrough so if i spoil anything i'm so sorry KJAGSFHGD #AUUUUUUUUUUU THIS AU. I'M OHSIDFHSDGDFGH <3333333 #like i said i've had this idea for forever but i never got the chance to verbalize it until now. tysm michael for enabling me LMAO #also i think after the competition is over they work on one ranch together to make like. the best ranch ever seen. hell yeah #they have kind of a friendly rivaly the whole time too since they can communicate via the range exchange and thatcher/ruth/dave share #things about the other group to each other and they can. Send Mail <3 #mark/cesar are into the 'friendly' part more than the 'rivalry' while adam/jonah are the opposite JSDGHSDJSLK #i gotta hop off now cuz i gotta eat dinner and work so. L. but I HAVE SO MUCH BRAINROT FEEL FREE TO SEND ME MORE QS ABOUT THIS AU <3 #tmc slime rancher au #there's its tag cuz. why not teehee #ok BYEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[dirt-str1der]

I literally had a dream about reading the worst fan fiction like fucking ever kiryu was just randomly a yandere and nishiki was trying his best to survive also kiryu turned into a dragon (deez nuts) halfway and let nishiki kill him for being a bad boy but he was so upset about having to kill his bro that he just lay in the corpse for a bit and thats when i decided to stop reading and i literally opened tumblr in my dream to complain about how bad it was like the writing went back and forth from being terrible to incredible and i found myself enjoying some parts and despising others. I skipped the first few chapters so i had to tab back out and read the summary like why are they in a beach resort and the summary didnt just tell me nothing but it was also double spaced between each line and very fucking irritating and while reading it i kept thinking this is extremely ooc and boring like they would not fucking say that

#Listen to my problems #i cant stress enough that i dont even ship them why did i read a sex fic about kiryu and nishikiyamer #like i believe they are the bestest of friends forever and ever and like as hotblooded young men growing up together they must have tried a #few sex moves on each other at least once but i dont think they see each other as romantic prospects. like unlike majima and saejima #(seajima) who are literally together all the time and will never travel anywhere without the other unless its to prison. kiryu and nishiki #have this understanding that eventually theyll have to part ways and find their own path. while they would always remain in each others #hearts and thoughts they knew that they couldnt be holding hands forever and besides they have to focus on getting kazama to the top not #each other !! so nishiki was very happy that kiryu was getting his own family soon even if it meant that kiryu was getting ‘ahead’ of him #and kiryu who can accept consequences for himself but no one else was just like um ... well nishiki please give me the gun and take yumi #your sister needs you or whatever <3 i am definitely expendble and prison life is for me yayy yayyyy i love going to jail so nobody can talk #to me ever again. i keep asking myself how difficult it would have been for kiryu to just pop in by the hospital every now and then to check #in on nishikis sister. its not like he cant take care of her. its not like he doesnt know how to earn money. he just straight up thinks that #nishiki is better than him so he should be the one to get locked up ... because nishiki can take care of yumi and i straigh up forgot his si #sisters name and reina and kazama without him. and nishikis like damn i wish kiryu was here so bad (looks at his wwkd bracelet) hm think ill #go insane. i literally forgot what my original point was but that fic was so bad guys im so glad it doesnt exist #in it kiryu was trying his best to keep nishiki in one place and he kept being very. well kiryu was just kiryu but he kept apologising #saying things like you cant leave yet ... and looking at him with his big sad eyes and nishiki would always be like f-fine ... (he doesnt #like it here) also nishiki was one hell of a princess type and had a nurse costume on at some point which means the yakuza server nishiki #propoganda is working on me. very weird. love the part when kiryu was randomly a big dragon because he utterly filled the hallways of their #little beach shack and his scales were nice and soft and he was lovely. little guy

[flovverworks]

been thinking about lennox a lot lately again. nothing deep just "wow i love lennox" but it always makes me come back to his affection story,,,

Lennox: But just like Sir Alec, you are a human who the wizards trust and adore. Sir Alec loved wizards. And we loved him back. I wasn't afraid of turning to stone for his sake. I think the same goes, more or less, for all the wizards here, too. Even if it's not true yet, it will be eventually. We will all be proud of fighting by your side; we will all be proud of protecting you.

Lennox: Please don't distrust us, Sir Sage. Please don't cast a cloud of doubt upon Rutile and Mitile's hearts when they admire you so dearly. If you ever feel anxious about anything, please, just come to me. I promise that I will never scare you; I promise to never do anything that will make you suspect me.

Lennox: I never want to witness such a tragedy again. I managed to withstand it the first time. But I don't think I could survive a second time. If it happens again... I think I will loathe humans. I want to love you, Sir Sage; I want to keep loving people.

exchanges that haunt me 5ever. like i knew i was alrdy very emotional throughout his entire thing cuz i rly rly love lennox, but then this part and hit and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Akira: I promise, Lennox.... I'm easily scared and ignorant, so I get anxious easily, but. I will never see you guys as my enemy. If I ever feel like I might, I will tell you. I promise.

love this akira line btw <-says this about every akira line

#stardust speaking ! #'we just want to be close to you forever' is one hell of a thing to say #akira being told wizard dont make promises and then lennox immediadetly making a promise to them #these wziards cant stop making promises lemme tell u that #'i dont think i can survive it a second time' RUINS me #hold on i have to reread his spot story. lenoaki real #anyway i spent like 2-3 hours carefully putting together a reply. good work today #anyway also thinking about all the times lennox been akiras bodyguard. as well as the vday? event with the chocolate fair? #lennox jumping over a chocolate fence what the hell ure so cool................. #2nd anni leno is very dear to me. love him angry

[husband-steve-cortez]

Steve and Ezra fall into each other so easily it's a little frightening at times.

#I once read about a couple that got married after knowing each other for 3 days #they just felt such a spark between them they knew they wanted to be together forever #every time I think about Ezra and Steve I think about that. #it's a little unhinged. #But here they are. In love. Making it work. #shortez tag #I think it scares the hell out of Ezra just how easy loving Steve has been

[clfixationstation]

they will burn in each other's arms for eternity

#cl thoughts #together forever in hell </3 #losing my marbles #can't stop yapping about aot #aot #snk #aot screencaps #eren jaeger #eren yeager #armin arlert #eremin #erearu #aot finale #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan the final season

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.

1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.

2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.

So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.

Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.

He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.

Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.

Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.

I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.

He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.

I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.

OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.

Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world

PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox

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#aita #am i the asshole #aita update #the saga of proposal anon

[ennas-aesthetic]

If we DO ever get a Good Omens season 3 (and fingers crossed we will) then using the Second Coming as the narrative device to facilitate the final culmination of Good Omens' ideology and message is brilliant, actually.

Because the Second Coming IS NOT another Adam situation. And, contrary to the misconceptions I've seen, It IS NOT about Jesus being born again as a baby, etc, etc.

THE SECOND COMING. QUITE LITERALLY refers to THE LAST JUDGMENT.

As in. The SAME Last Judgment Michelangelo painted on the walls of the Sistine Chapel. As in - THE JUDGMENT of the Living and the Dead. THE LAST, FINAL, ETERNAL JUDGMENT.

It's the WHOLE thing Armageddon was leading towards. Book of Revelation speedrun: the world ends, everyone dies, and then they get resurrected again to be judged by JESUS himself. He will flick through the Book of Life (WINK WINK WINK DO YOU SEE HOW LOUDLY I'M WINKING AT YOU???), and if your name is there he will go "oh nice you deserve eternal paradise! :D" and if your name is ERASED from the Book of Life he will go "oh no, sorry, you go to the lake of fire for eternity now D:" (except apparently in Good Omens lore it'd just DOOM YOU TO NON-EXISTENCE FOREVER???)

And if you THINK about it, The Last Judgment is the ultimate manifestation of moral absolutism. No shades of gray, no chances. Just BLACK, and WHITE. Never mind that you're like Wee Morag and Elspeth, who are forced to do "bad" things because of circumstances. It's either you pass Judgment Day, or you burn (or disappear forever.) And the way THINGS are going in the Good Omens universe? I don't think there's ANYONE "good" enough to be "saved." Not Crowley, not Aziraphale. Hell, not even the Archangels themselves.

So it provides a PERFECT opportunity for Aziraphale and Crowley to UPEND that SYSTEM entirely.

I think that's what Crowley and Aziraphale would do in s3: establish a new kind of system in which angels and demons have free will to determine the right (or wrong) choice.

Giving them the APPLE, so to speak.

And then they'll go off to retire in a cottage, together at last.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #im sorry but i choke everytime someone refers to a baby jesus for the second coming #like i love yall and parent trapping aziraphale and crowley by the infant son of god would be amusing as heck #but also i rlly think this is about the Last Judgment guys KSLDSKDKLDS #thank you good omens yes this IS in fact how i use my collection of niche trivia on christian eschatology #putting my religious trauma into good use iktr

[feathered-serpents]

I cannot wait for Aziraphale and Crowley’s season 3 blowout

Crowley screaming at Aziraphale that he gets it. He gets that they couldn’t be forever. Aziraphale could never truly want him while he’s still demonic and dirty. Hereditary enemies. So be it. He understands, he just wishes he figured it out earlier

Aziraphale screaming back at Crowley that he’s made it clear he could never love anything more than he hates Heaven. And Aziraphale is Heaven so how could he ever stand to be with him? He understands, Crowley is what he is and Aziraphale can’t ask for more. He just didn’t think he was

And that declaration strikes them with agonized horror, and at first it’s just more anger. How dare you believe that? How dare you think so low of me? If you think that then you never knew me.

But they can’t keep it up. That anger, slowly starts to give way to reveal the heartbreak underneath. No less painful then the day they separated. They can’t keep the walls up anymore, they don’t have the strength

You are the best of us, Aziraphale begins. Yet heaven failed you and hell hunted you and the thought that either might hurt you. I couldn’t stand it. I still can’t stand it. I thought I could make Heaven the place that saw you for what you are. I wanted you to be safe.

Me? Says Crowley. Ten million angels up there and if god took them and mashed them all together what ever paragon it made still wouldn’t be worth you. Heaven couldn’t deserve you. And you certainly deserved better than their cage for eternity. I thought that could be me. I wanted you to be free.

They look at the other as the reality of what they both failed to understand settles in.

I wanted to build you a world

I wanted to give you the world

I never needed that, they tell the other. I had you.

You are my world.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #one month in. dozens more to go! #I’ll be fine!! :))))

[meangirlstobin]

the venn diagram of failstoncy enjoyers and tomshiv enjoyers is a circle

#and in the circle is a picture of meeeeee <3 #tomshiv getting divorced my personal hell. they have to be miserable together forever or else

[captainfern]

Hi fernie ☺️

I wanted to request some sweet time waking up next to Price/Gaz after getting back with them… these ex-husband and ex-boyfriend tropes are so bittersweet and I love them but I also crave some solid resolutions 😭 You can make this smut or pure fluff, whatever you want.

Thank you ❤️

ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now.

fem!reader, 18+ [unprotected piv, etc] — lazy writing/editing + formatting sorry

a/n: i’m so sorry for how late this is !! i’m literally terrible at completing my asks 😭 i hope this is good enough <3

He had come crawling back to you last night.

Amidst the howling wind and the cold, sleeting rain, John appeared on your doorstep like a stray dog— hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his clothes soaked through, his lips quirked into a slightly embarrassed smile.

And then, then he looked at you with those warm eyes, his pupils expanding beneath the weight of his gaze, and you folded.

Of course you folded.

You let him inside, allowed him into the cradle of your very life. A life in which you had built around the absence of him.

The divorce happened a year ago. The constant strain of John being away, and the crippling loneliness his job brought you, was too much to bear. Without him, your home had felt like a shell of itself, so empty and quiet. Separation allowed you to make your own home not-so reliant on him.

And maybe it was hard. Maybe you did cry for him, yearn for him in the penetratingly dark hours of the morning— a want for his body pressed to yours, a need for his heat against your chilled skin.

But you had to move on. You were strong and, once the initial emptiness of your ring finger no longer bothered you, you were set free. The shackles of grief snapped and crumpled and allowed you to spring forth into a fresh life.

Yet, the night he appeared on your front step, cold and white like a wraith against a sea of black, you allowed him entry.

There was no hesitation like you convinced yourself there’d be. There was no sort of what the hell are you doing here, John? You simply sighed, your heart clenching beneath the calloused fingers of your reappearing grief, and stepped aside.

He had thanked you profusely.

And then broke down.

Still in his wet clothes, he hung his head and let tears well in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he attempted to control his emotions. You watched him patiently, your own sadness itching tightly at the back of your throat.

He apologised. For everything you knew affected the relationship, and for everything he thought affected the relationship.

Long periods of absence, missing important milestones in your life and holidays, the strained communication when in the field. He apologised for it all, shaking and dripping like the lost dog he was.

When he looked up at you, eyes red and glossy with tears, his cheeks rouged beneath his facial hair and lips bitten from nervousness, you broke too.

Of course I miss you, tumbled from your lips. Of course I still think about you. Of course I haven’t been with anyone else. Of course I want you back—

The two of you broke like a dam, a crack of lightening outside acting as the starting gun, spurring you on as you moved in unison, meeting together in a searing kiss that made you whine out for him. But his groan of pleasure, of relief, was louder than any sound he had ever made before. It made your heart flutter.

That night, he held you so impossibly close to him that you feared you may sink into him— that your souls would intertwine within the heat of him, and you’d be stuck with him forever. But, after a moment, you realised it wasn’t fear. You’d happily seep into the grooves of his soul if he let you.

The next morning, you awoke bundled in his strong, warm arms, the coarse hairs a deliciously familiar juxtaposition against your soft flesh. You moaned quietly as you drifted awake.

John stirred behind you, the arm he had around your midriff moving, his large hand moving to splay across the curve of your bare tummy. He pressed against the warm fat, nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. You whined when he gripped your tummy, but he just chuckled quietly with a kiss to the pulse beneath your ear.

Only now did you realise, against the warmth of the skin above your navel, that John was still wearing his wedding band.

It made your stomach flip.

Last night, while he had your knees to your ears, his cock heavy inside you, he asked about your rings.

“In the drawer— fuck— the bedside table—!” You moaned, his hips snapping forward, his stomach pressed to yours, pinning you to the bed.

He stopped only to lean over and open the drawer. Then, he fished out both your extravagant engagement ring, and the more simply wedding ring. Then, he resumed his thrusts, knocking another moan from your chest.

When you came around his cock with an earth-shattering orgasm, a moan of “Yes, John!” echoing through the room, he slipped the rings back onto your finger. Your sweet moans were a welcome nostalgia, a guilty-pleasure in this very moment. He came inside you after that.

Now, John was kissing the pulse behind your ear, arms around you, his chest to your back as he slotted one of his legs between yours, separating them so he could rut his hardening cock between the plushness of your thighs.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to you, the leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, dipping in and out in a gentle rut with each movement of his hips. “I’ve missed my pretty wife.”

The hand on your stomach snaked down, brushing over your mound and then cupping you there, a finger pressing to the already swollen bud of your clit. He hummed when he began to run circles across it, slow and steady.

You mewled, arse moving backwards to press against him, then moving forward again to buck into his touch. The warmth of his cock between your thighs had your pussy fluttering, leaking.

“John…” You whispered, flexing the muscles of your thighs, the sensation against John’s cock making him groan. You begged, “Please, I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered back, the ruddy tip of his cock finally snagging against your entrance. He slowly, slowly began pushing inside, splitting you open with a soft, wet sound. He moaned against your neck. “You’ll have me forever, sweetheart. Whenever you want me, you’ll have me.”

John bottomed out with one final lazy snap of his hips against your arse. You both moaned, the air around you warm and thick like honey.

His cock reached so deeply inside you, nudging the pliant plug of your cervix with each rut. His movements never left you empty, keeping you stretched open around his girth. Your cunt squeezed him, dribbling along your inner thighs now as he rocked into you, the mattress creaking beneath you both.

The finger in your clit sped up, the circles deepening and quickening in pace, timed with his thrusts as they grew faster and faster, still lazy, but coordinated and intent on dragging you to release.

The pleasure was sickly sweet, parting the veil of sleep with ease. You could taste it on your tongue, the precipice of your orgasm, and the many more to come— sweet and warm against the wintery rain outside. Just like John.

“John…” You whimpered, your body tightening, sweat building along your already-dewy skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so well for me. My good girl. My pretty wife,” he praised, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you every damn time. He drank in your moans, an elixir he had longed for since the moment you two separated, and continued his thrusts. Kissing your neck, he asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes—!” And you came around him, moaning loudly, writhing and spasming as your orgasm wracked through you. It was intense and hot and it had your pussy clenching around John’s cock like a vice.

Your acceptance made him moan, moan your name, and then come deep inside you, painting your slick walls white.

For a long while, he held you to him, cock still inside you, but the two of you weren’t in any hurry to part from one another. You felt sticky all over, skin tacky with sweat and cum, but you couldn’t care less. Wrapped up in your ex— your husband’s arms, was all that mattered.

“I love you,” John said to you. “Always have. Always will.”

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