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seths-rogens · 9 months

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cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

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Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was…

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

“Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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otgo-brooklyn · 11 months

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Older Brother!Slider with Baby Brother!Ice

Okay, so another contribution rant to the Top Gun Fandom:

Big Brother Slider, but ONLY, ONLY to Ice. And not the generic sibling relationship, no, but Ice is his Baby Brother.

For any who don't have that 'Baby' Sibling, as an eldest child, let me explain: A sibling is a younger, less better, version of yourself because your parents were a bit delusional and now there is Another™.

HOWEVER, a Baby Sibling, a BABY Sibling? No, they are essentially your own child, typically the youngest, they are your pride and joy, and when I tell you that with a Baby Sibling you become so protective over them you would commit horrible crimes for them- literally becoming an attack dog on a leash held by said Baby Sibling, that is a true Baby Sibling/Older Sibling relationship. The minute they are born they're just, your child, like so what the birth certificate says that their parents are my parents, that's obviously a lie. They legitimately become your child in more ways than one, whose only role in life is to be happy and loved. And this is SO the relationship between Slider and Ice.

Ice is the Baby Sibling™, with Slider as the protective older brother. Slider makes sure that Ice is happy, and cared for/loved, protected, everything for the Baby™. I cannot explain enough how much I love this head-cannon, and all the proof I'll ever need to explain it is this one GIF;

Look at Slider, the protective arm around the shoulder, the glare, the judgement in his very being, the way his jaw tenses-, compared to Ice, who is just sitting there, not even noticing, focusing on something else all happy like (Or as happy as Ice can get while in Ice-man mode (Or as happy as one can get when translating languages, if you saw my other post about Russian!Ice ;D)).

Slider nearly getting kicked out of the Top Gun program due to beating a fellow pilot unconscious because he DARED shit talk Ice

So they never gave Slider a DOB/specified age in Top Gun, but his actor, Rick Rossovich is 2 years older than Val Kilmer, so that only furthers the point of Slider's Older Brother Agenda

One time Goose was showing Ice how to cartwheel after Ice was interested in how he did it on the deck of the ship they were stationed on and Slider refused to allow Ice to do it because "What if he falls and cracks his skull open on the tarmac Goose!"

When reassured that Ice cracking his skull open isn't going to happen, and Goose was only going to demonstrate, Slider still wont budge on it. Ice never learned how to do a cartwheel to this day

Ice's foot getting caught in the track and wheels of a stationary, not turned on/working tank on accident and one singular, quiet, whispered "ow" after pulling it out of said track/wheel, was all it took to have Slider screaming his head off carrying Ice into medical absolutely positive that Ice just "Broke his own god-damn ankle, GET A MEDIC-"

Someone shoving past Ice on their way to the mess hall in a rush, causing Ice to stumble back literally 2 steps, and Slider getting in their face, slamming them into a wall with a "I swear you put your hands on Ice one more time, your not gonna have hands AT ALL"

He then slings his arm around Ice's shoulder and directs him to the mess hall, glaring at any poor soul who dared look in Ice's direction

They were at the bar and a woman started to approach Ice, who, of course was not noticing (he only has eyes for a 5'7" gremlin named Mav), and Slider shuts that down REAL QUICK. Like, no, not today Lilith, pick a different naval guy-

Give Mav The Talk when he notices Mav giving eyes to Ice, and Goose because Slider can never be too sure, and everyone observing this is sitting there like 'what the actual fuck' after Slider threatens to, and I quote, "French braid your fuckin' nervous system you shitty dwarf" towards Maverick amongst other colorful threats

It gets to the point where Slider is so protective over Ice, people don't ask Ice anything without looking to Slider for some kind of acceptance or denial, like;

Hollywood: Hey Ice do you wanna- Slider, the coldest look ever seen, actively dropping the temperature in the room while promising a slow and tortuous death: Hollywood: -help me figure out this trajectory angle equation for this [classified] mission? Ice, absolutely oblivious to the entire situation: Sure? I guess?

Its single-handedly the funniest and most terrifying thing to ever happen in Top Gun history, aside from whoever decided to put Maverick Mitchell in a plane

And the cherry on top is that Ice DOESN'T HAVE A CLUE at the entire situation

When someone tries saying how terrifying Slider is to Ice he just brushes it off, like, "Oh Slider? No he's very nice, he even walks with me wherever I have to go in the day. He's all bark and no bite"

And everyone in the immediate vicinity just looking at Ice either with pity or like he's stupid because he doesn't know

He never figures it out either

(This overprotectiveness doubles, if not triples when he meets baby Bradley Bradshaw, and Slider just cant compute because now there is another person who has my undying love and protection-)

(Goose once lost Bradley on a very important, very large Naval destroyer and the entirety of the Top Gun Class of '86 is frantically searching the entire ship before Viper finds out and one of them just stumbling into Slider sitting on a couch with Ice and Bradley just absolutely passed out, sleeping like a brick, essentially using him as human furniture, and the look Slider gives them promises a 100 years of death if they wake either of them up-)

(After Goose's death when baby Bradley lives with IceMav, he just clings onto Slider whenever he's over because "I feel safest with Pops, but Pops feels safest with Uncle Sli', so I'm safest-est with Uncle Sli'")

(Mav doesn't know whether to cry because that is so cute- or be annoyed that Slider is preferred over himself)

(After Bradley reconciles with Mav, he's caught sleeping(read absolutely dead to the world) on Slider's chest like when he was as a child and no one knowing what to do because "Rooster that is a 2-STAR ADMIRAL OF THE US NAVY-" Slider is just like "I'm safest-est", and Bradley sleepily chiming in with a "safest-est" and deciding to just go back to sleep like nothing happened)

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Okay so I Have a Bruce Wayne/Batman request! It’s okay if you can’t do it, but Bruce Wayne X Reader (Mr and Mrs Wayne) and She’s a doctor at a hospital in Gotham, and she sees him come with something wrong after an incident and she helps him? You can take the story however you want but I thought it would be a cute story haha

Taking a Tumble

Bruce Wayne x wife!reader

Bruce has an accident at home and now has to face his wife at work.

Warnings: broken bones, humiliation, Alfred needed a good laugh, fluff

WC: 1k

A/N: The aftermath of this comic

Minors DNI

“What did you do this time?” Her voice was even stern, just laced with a tired disappointment. Bruce’s entire face was red with embarrassment as his blue eyes dropped to the floor. He felt like one of their many children being scolded for doing something stupid, which of course is why he was in this situation, but still, it wasn’t a good feeling.

“I didn’t do anything.” But the lack of eye contact told her otherwise. Alfred stood beside the white hospital bed, tears running down his face from laughter, his body still trembling with silent chuckles that were barely contained by the fist in his mouth. Y/N’s gaze flitted to the older man and raised an eyebrow.

“M-master Bruce had a tumble.” He choked out before dissolving into a fresh round of laughter. Bruce’s face flushed an even deeper red.

Marrying Bruce came with a boat load of risks, including him getting mortally wounded during his nightly escapades. So what luck was it that his childhood friend, and now wife, had gone to medical school and was now one of the leading doctors in Gotham General Hospital. He always wore his injuries with a certain pride, knowing he was sacrificing his body for a greater good.

But this time, he refused to look down at his bandaged left leg and instead was glaring at his father-figure. Y/N knew that look, he was trying to communicate with the butler not to tell her what had happened, it was the same look he used on their kids when they were about to reveal a surprise or a shameful secret. “Bruce doesn’t just ‘tumble’.” She said with air quotes, tucking her tablet under her soft arm so she could fold them over her heavy chest.

“But I did.” He whined. Alfred spluttered and coughed. He bent over, wheezing as he attempted to catch his breath as he shoved his phone into her hands. He was still giggling to himself as he stumbled from the room. They watched him go, Bruce’s expression one of disdain while his wife’s was one of curiosity.

A paused video took up the phone’s screen. Based on the still image, it was the home security camera by the main stairs in their home. “Do you have anything to say before I play this video?” She asked. “I won’t be mad.” Bruce hated that she was using the same tone with him that she used with the kids, but he also found it strangely comforting.

“I was proving a point to myself.” He huffed and sat back against the pitiful hospital pillows. Y/N smiled softly at the man, thinking to herself. ‘God I love his, dumbass.’ Then she played the video.

She watched as the man she had chosen to spend her life with, the father of her children, the love of her life, rode down the length of the grand hallway on his old skateboard from when they were teenagers and did a perfect kickflip and dismount the board. Then, the great Batman, tripped over his own feet and rolled down the staircase. That’s when the video ended.

The room was silent for a moment before Y/N howled with laughter, her head thrown back and clutching her plump stomach. Bruce’s lips turned up in a grin at his wife’s happiness before they fell into a petulant frown. “It’s not that funny.” That made her laugh even harder and she had to put her hand down on his bed to steady herself.

“What were you thinking, my love?” She said between gasps.

He threw his arms in the air. “I told you! To prove a point!”

“And what point was that?” Her laughs were tampering off into the occasional giggle, her eyes, that Bruce loved so much, still sparkled with mirth. She reached to take his large hand in her own but he pulled it away before she could, pouting.

“That I’ve still got it.”

“Oh my Brucie.” She cooed, cupping his square jaw and delicately rubbing his high cheekbones with her thumbs. “You never lost it my love. In fact.” She leaned closer to him so her lips rested against his ear. “I’d say you’ve only gotten better with age~”

Taking his ear lobe between her teeth, she pulled on it just enough to send a shiver down the billionaire’s spine. As she pulled away, she caught his eye, they were dark with lust and love. His hands slid up her scrubs to come to rest on her wide hips, giving them a tight squeeze. Evidently, he seemed to like that answer.

Their lips met in a kiss that was all too brief for his taste before she pulled away, wiping a smear of her lip gloss from his mouth. “Now my love, I need you to stay off that foot for a while and rest up. That means no patrol.” She stated firmly, ignoring his truly adorable puppy dog eyes. “I’m not putting you on complete bed rest because we all know how that went last time.”

He had attempted several escape attempts from bedrest before and had only succeeded in giving his wife the most atrocious tension headaches of her life. “I’ll need some incentive.” His voice dropped an octave, becoming gravely and rough, almost a growl. His warm palms traveled lower down her body to the junction of her pelvis and plump thighs, the tips of his long fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

Y/N purred and leaned into his touch, still mindful that she was at work. “I’m sure I can provide you with that.” The kiss was longer this time, their lips locked together with an ease that only came from years of knowing the other’s body and soul. She stepped back with one last peck to the tip of his sharp nose. “I’ll go grab your discharge papers so you can go home. I’ll see you after my shift.”

He sighed sadly but nodded anyway. “Ok, I guess I’ll just be home, alone in our big bed, all by myself.”

“You aren’t guilting me into leaving work early. At least one of us has to have a real job.” Y/N pried his fingers from her body and picked up her tablet again, leaving Alfred’s phone on the side table. “Oh and don’t forget to delete that footage, you know what the kids could do with that kind of blackmail material.”

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4dkellysworld · 8 months

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I Am That remix: Only hold on to 'I AM'

Don’t you see that it is your very search for happiness that makes you feel miserable? If you want to make real progress, you must give up all ideas of personal attainment. Your burden is of false self-identification – abandon them all. All that is needed is to purify the mind so that it can realize its identity with the Self. When the mind merges in the Self, the body presents no problems. Try it this way: indifferent to pain and pleasure, neither seeking, nor refusing, give all your attention to the level on which ‘I am’ is timelessly present. Just look away from all that happens in your mind and bring it to the feeling ‘I am’. Refuse all thoughts except one: the thought ‘I am’. Just keep in mind the feeling ‘I am’, merge in it, till your mind and feeling become one. Separate consistently and perseveringly the ‘I am’ from ‘this’ or ‘that’ and try to feel what it means to be, just to ‘be’, without being ‘this’ or ‘that’. Give up all ideas about yourself and simply be. Stop making use of your mind and see what happens. Do this one thing thoroughly, that is all. The best is the simple feeling ‘I am’. Dwell on it patiently. The mind will rebel in the beginning, but with patience and perseverance, it will yield and keep quiet. Here patience is wisdom; don’t think of failure. There can be no failure in this undertaking. By repeated attempts you will stumble on the right balance of attention and affection and your mind will be firmly established in the thought-feeling ‘I am’. When this mind becomes completely silent, it shines with a new light and vibrates with new knowledge. Once you are quiet, things will begin to happen spontaneously and quite naturally, without any interference on your part. Once you realize that all happens by itself (call it destiny or the will of God or mere accident), you remain as witness only, understanding and enjoying, but not perturbed. Whatever you think, say or do, this sense of immutable and affectionate being remains as the ever-present background of the mind. When you can see everything as it is, you will also see yourself as you are. It is like cleansing a mirror. The same mirror that shows you the world as it is will also show you your own face (Self). The thought ‘I am’ is the polishing cloth. Use it. Give your heart and mind to it, think of nothing else.

All the glories will come with mere dwelling on the feeling ‘I am’. It is the simple that is certain, not the complicated. Somehow, people do not trust the simple, the easy, the always available. Why not give an honest trial to what I say? It may look very small and insignificant, but it is like a seed that grows into a mighty tree. Give yourself a chance.

If you want to know your true nature, you must have your Self in mind all the time, until the secret of your being stands revealed. Soon you will realize that peace and happiness are in your very nature and it is only seeking them through some particular channels that disturbs. All will happen by itself. You need not do anything, only don’t prevent it. It all comes spontaneously; you need only to hold on to the ‘I am’. It is very much like digging a well. You reject all that is not water, till you reach the life-giving spring.

from I Am That (mashup of selected quotes from 1 to 79 of "The complete ‘I Am’ quotes of Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj")

#still on break-not back yet #highlight key: purple for 'action' points - pink for key points #excerpts #remix #i am that #nisargadatta maharaj #practical #exercise #witnessing

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fairy-writes · 10 months

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JUST KIND

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Kamado Tanjiro x Reader

Word Count: 5.1K (Y’ALL BETTER LIKE IT)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Immortal!Tanjiro, Gender-Neutral!Reader, Reader has a kid (adopted), Reader is described as smaller than Tanjiro, and takes place in the modern day!

Notes: As with many of my oneshots… catch my doctor who quotes!

Tanjiro is also aged up (I mean, he’s immortal, but asjkhaka, you get what I mean)

The pacing for this is whack, but we’re ignoring that.

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You first met Kamado Tanjiro on a Friday.

It had been an accident, really. You weren’t looking where you were going, engrossed in Giichi’s antics to pay attention to what you were doing.

The person you ran into was firm, your nose smacking straight into their sternum. You go crashing onto your bum, and your bags of groceries go tumbling.

“Are you okay?! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Came a voice, and you looked up to see a man, around your age, with a scar on his forehead and a kind face twisted with worry.

His eyes were dark red, so very sad, and oh so old.

How can such a kind, young face have eyes so sad and old as his?

You notice he’s still staring in a panic, and his hand extended to help you up. You take his hand, noting how rough and calloused it is.

“I—it’s okay! It was my fault, really. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You reassure as he pulls you up easily.

Abruptly, you realize you’re staring at his face and immediately look down at your shoes.

Was it just you, or did he linger before letting go?

You kneel to pick up the fallen groceries. The eggs are goners, same with the milk, but you can salvage the cans and fruits and vegetables.

Surprisingly, the man kneels to help.

“Oh… you don’t have to do that… I can get it!” You try, and he offers you a warm, sad sort of smile. (Why is he so sad?)

“It’s not a problem at all.” He says quietly. You return with your own smile that you hope is happier and hurry to pick up your fallen items.

In no time at all, the groceries are picked up and in your arms. Luckily, the bags hadn’t split that much, so you could salvage them.

All of a sudden, you hear your name.

Turning, you see Giichi running toward you through the parking lot, an excited look on his face.

Not at all seeing the car rumbling straight through a stop sign and straight for him.

You scream his name but know in your heart you won’t be able to reach him in time.

There’s a gust of wind beside you, whipping your clothes about your body, and suddenly Giichi is in the arms of the man and rolling away from the car. The vehicle screeched to a stop a second too late and would have hit your son if it hadn’t been for the young man.

You set your groceries down as whispers begin to erupt from the gathering crowd. You stumble but get to your feet and sprint toward the duo. The man is getting to his feet—Giichi still wrapped protectively in his arms—just as you reach them. Immediately he’s handing the boy to you, and you’re wrapping him up in your arms, tears welling up and streaming down your cheeks.

You almost lost him.

It was your fault.

You should have been watching him better.

Giichi, thankfully, has barely any idea what’s going on. He’s babbling on excitedly about meeting with Sabito and Makomo next week for Sabito’s eighth birthday party, not at all phased by the fact that he almost died.

The man hands Giichi off to you, and you bury your face in his raven hair and bury a sob threatening to erupt from your throat. You pull back and check Giichi for any injuries. He’s looking at you now with a frown. He calls your name quietly,

“What’s wrong?” He asks in that tiny voice of his. You just give him a watery smile.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” You reply and set him down slowly, still gripping his hand while you turn to the man who saved him.

He’s watching with a fond, wistful smile as if he missed something similar. (Did he have a family? Someone to go home to? Was he married?)

You bow, and Giichi follows suit though he doesn’t understand why,

“Thank you for saving him.” You say earnestly and feel his hand on your shoulders, gently guiding you to a standing position. He offers that bright smile that has your heart twisting.

“It’s not a problem at all. I’m Kamado Tanjiro.” He reiterates and introduces himself, holding a hand out for you to shake. You take it, introducing yourself with a grateful smile of your own.

Then, Kamado kneels and grins at Giichi,

“And what’s your name, young man?” He asks playfully. Giichi’s face splits in a grin of his own, and he jabs a thumb at his chest,

“‘m Tomioka Giichi! I’m seven! My favorite color is blue, and I like swimming!” He says proudly, and Kamado swallows thickly, the light dying from his eyes, and he looks so utterly heartbroken.

It flashes on his face for barely a second, but you still notice it.

Why was he so sad when looking at your son?

Giichi is rambling, as he always does when he meets new people. He’s always been such an outspoken kid. It was something you adored about your son.

Kamado ends up carrying your groceries (much to your protest) to your car and sees you off. As he shuts the trunk of your little car, bags safely stored inside, you turn to say goodbye. He’s watching Giichi in his booster seat, that same heartbroken look on his face.

He looks so lonely and sad that you can’t stand it.

So before you can think, you take a leap of faith.

“Could I take you out for coffee sometime? To say thank you?” You blurt and immediately curse yourself. Being so forward was a surefire way to scare him off.

But…

His face lights up, and there are smile lines around his eyes when the corners of his lips curve upwards. “I’d like that.” He says quietly, and you can tell he means it.

So you exchange information, scribbling your number down on the back of your receipt and handing it to the taller man. His fingers brush yours, and you are again wondering… did his hand linger before pulling away?

Almost a week later, on Thursday afternoon, you finally meet Kamado for coffee.

The coffee shop was quiet, peaceful even. There were a few couples, maybe even a family or two, but your attention is on Kamado. He’s nursing a coffee with some cream and three sugars, and you are stirring your own after doctoring it to your liking.

“So…” You begin, and he looks over at you from where he had been staring out the window, “What do you do for a living?” You finish, and he huffs out a quiet laugh,

“Security at various buildings.” He says, taking a sip from his cup before gesturing to you, “What about you?”

You scuff your foot on the tile, staring into the dark liquid,

“I work at a bookstore. Mostly bookkeeper work, accounting, and things like that. But the hours work well for Giichi’s school schedule.” You say, and he hums, taking in the information.

“How is he, by the way? He’s what… six?” Kamado asks, and you smile at the thought of your boy. He was at Sabito’s eighth birthday with Sabito and Makomo.

“He’s good! And let’s see… it’s July? So he’s seven. He’ll be eight in February of next year. He’s at a birthday party with his friends.” You say and can’t help but chuckle.

“Giichi’s been asking about you.” You say suddenly, and Kamado looks up from his coffee with an eyebrow raised.

“How so?” He asks, and you shrug,

“I explained what happened. You saving him and all. He sees you as something of a hero.” At this, Kamado’s face twists into that sad expression, just for a second, but you still notice it.

But you don’t say anything.

Because what could you say?

“Tomioka seems like a good kid.” He says, and you grin,

“He is. He wants to see you again, y’know.” You reply, and Kamado’s face turns wistful, watching his coffee swirl in his cup as he stirs it.

“I think I’d like that.” He whispers, and your grin widens, if only slightly.

It only takes a few more texts before the next plan is made, and you meet Kamado at the park.

It’s a Saturday, so the park is full of families and children playing on the playground. The air is alight with the sounds of laughing kids and alive with everyone else's chatter.

You spot him on a bench, watching with that same sad expression he always had when he thought no one noticed.

His expression brightened when he heard his name being called. Giichi lets go of your hand and runs toward the man, who gets up and waves. The seven-year-old crashes into him, but he barely moves. He’s as solid as a stone wall.

“How are you, young man?” He asks, and Giichi giggles at Kamado ruffling his hair.

“I’m good! I got to go to a birthday party last week with my friends!” He says excitedly, and you sigh as you set down the picnic basket in your hand. Kamado offers you a friendly greeting which you return.

“Let’s not talk Kamado’s ear off, Giichi.” You say, and Kamado laughs. It’s a full and rich sound, one that has your heart stuttering.

“I don’t mind.” He replies, and you raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Most adults and kids alike didn’t want to hear Giichi’s babbling. He had come home from school more than once in tears because of kids calling him a blabbermouth.

It doesn’t take much for you to convince Giichi to go play while you set up the food.

You had brought supplies for a picnic, it seemed like a safe option, and you only hoped that you weren’t pushing too much or seeming too forward. Kamado’s eyes lit up when you began pulling food out from the basket, having since set up the blanket.

“This looks amazing.” He said, turning that blinding smile toward you, and you duck your head in embarrassment.

He didn’t have to be so kind.

You weren’t a brilliant cook or anything. You told him as such, but he waved a hand,

“I’m sure it’ll taste great.” He reassured you firmly, but you two are interrupted by Giichi plopping himself on the blanket and grabbing a rice ball with sweaty hands. You raise an eyebrow,

“What do we say?” You chastise, and he freezes, half of it already in his mouth.

“Fanks fo gu foof.” He garbles through his mouthful, and you laugh, shaking your head,

“Good enough.” Is all you say.

You hear a surprised noise and turn to see Kamado, his eyes locked on one of the dishes. You frown,

“The tempura? Do you not like it?” You ask worriedly, and he shakes his head vehemently,

“No! I actually like tempura taranome. My mom used to make it all the time.” He says, and you sigh in relief. At least he wasn’t disgusted.

“How is your mom?” You ask, and his eyes turn so unimaginably sad.

You had hit a sensitive subject. You just knew it.

“She was killed. A long time ago.” He says in that quiet voice that sounds oh so small. You immediately panic,

“I’m so sorry—” He shakes his head,

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.” He says, though, he doesn’t meet your eyes.

You feel horrible.

So you take another leap of faith and place a hand over his. He looks at you, surprised and close to tears at the same time.

What had happened to this poor man to make him so sad?

You offer what you hope is a comforting smile.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. If you ever need to talk about it, I’m here.” You say, and his eyes widen marginally before he nods wordlessly and wipes any unshed tears from his eyes.

“Sorry. Our second outing, and I’m already crying.” He says, and you laugh,

“I cried when we first met. You’re perfectly fine.” At this, he huffs out his own laugh,

“Your son almost got hit by a car. You had a perfectly valid reason to cry.” He tries, and your grip on his hand tightens. It doesn’t take long for him to turn his hand over and grip yours in return.

“Your reason is valid as well.” Your reply has his smile turning watery again,

“I—”

Suddenly you hear your and Kamado’s names being called, and you both turn from where you were sitting and see Giichi waving from the swing set.

“Push me! Please?!” He pleads, and you look at Kamado, who watches the boy for a moment more before getting up and holding a hand to help you up.

“Let’s not keep him waiting.” He says, looking for all the world as if a weight had been removed from his shoulders.

A single text from Kamado out of the blue turns into two. Turns into six. Turns into an everyday occurrence.

Part of you wonders where this is going to go. The other part of you says don’t worry about it. So you don’t.

You respond, keeping it casual, never crossing a line, never pushing too much.

But things change

A few glasses of wine during the weekend lead to a sorry attempt at flirting, and you wake up in the morning to your phone buzzing. Vague panic sets in as you see Kamado’s name plastered across your screen.

But you pick up.

“Uh… hello?” You say warily and hear a quiet titter of laughter, sending your heart into a tizzy. You like it when he laughs, maybe more than you should.

“Hangover?” Kamado asks, and you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You have no idea.” You say into the receiver and hear him hum. It sounds like he’s reading something. You can hear the flipping of paper as he supposedly scans the pages.

Fuzzy memories start to come back, and you feel a sense of dread fill your belly.

“Listen… about last night—” He cuts you off gently,

“You were drunk.” He says, and you roll off the couch and into a sitting position. You’re glad Giichi isn’t home. You had promised him a sleepover with Sabito for acing his latest spelling test. You were due to pick him up in a few hours.

You rub your face,

“But—well—I don’t know. I just want to apologize. It was rude and improper.” You mumble, and he’s quiet. Then he mumbles something that you don’t quite catch. You as him to say it again, and he fumbles with his words before steeling his voice and repeating himself.

“What if I liked it?” He says boldly.

Your brain stalls.

Caput.

Poof.

“What if you… what?” You stammer dumbly. He backtracks immediately,

“Sorry… Just—forget I said anything—”

“No, no! I just didn’t expect you to say that is all.” You say hurriedly, and he stops in his tracks.

The rest of the conversation is a joke, with you both stumbling over words, and there are even crummy attempts at flirting.

But…

You don’t mind it.

However, it ends all too quickly for your taste.

Your relationship with Kamado changes over time.

And it scares you.

It shouldn’t be. He’s kind and the epitome of the perfect gentleman.

So why were you nervous?

The two of you never really put a label on what you were to each other. But it was clear you were way past being friends.

Yet he hadn’t kissed you. Or hugged you, for that matter.

But he picked you up every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after your shifts at the bookstore. He took you out on a date every Saturday when he got off his shift for the day. Sundays were reserved for him coming over to your place and spending the day with you and Giichi.

It felt like nothing you could do in return would make up for it.

He always assured you that you didn’t have to do anything in return, but that didn’t mean you didn’t try. You left post-it notes in his wallet. (which gets left behind at your place more and more, and you were positive it isn’t an accident.) You invited him over for dinner. You even gave him flowers at one point, and he almost cried.

Things really change one night after Giichi is in bed.

You’re both on the couch, wine glasses in hand as you talk in quiet voices so as to not wake your son. You finally have the courage to ask the question that had been gnawing at your brain since you first met him.

“How can a man so young have eyes so old?” You mumble, your words slightly slurred as an effect of the alcohol. Your friends always said you were a bit of a lightweight.

But you still don’t miss the look in his eyes as he listens. He sets down his wine glass—which has barely been touched, mind you—and stares sadly at the picture of you and Giichi the day his adoption was finalized.

“It’s complicated.” He says simply, and you frown almost childishly.

“Complicated how?” You ask and notice, even in your mildly drunken stupor, that he avoids your gaze. He fidgets with the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down and keeps his eyes trained on the floor.

“It’s a talk that should be saved for when you’re sober.” He says firmly, and that’s the end of that.

You down the rest of your wine—which isn’t much—and set the empty glass down. Kamado looks at you.

“You aren’t going to have more?” He asks, and you shake your head, leaning to put your head on his shoulder. He stiffens but doesn’t pull away.

“You said it’s a talk that should be saved for when I’m sober. I had better start now.” You say and hide a yawn. “Y’know Kamado… I’m happy you’re here.” You finish, and as you fall into unconsciousness, you hear something.

“You can call me by my first name.” He whispers, sounding ancient and devastated.

Why?

You fight to open your eyes, a sleepy smile crossing your lips.

“I’m happy you’re here, Tanjiro.” You murmur before slipping away to sleep and feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, and his head leans onto yours.

When you wake up, it’s to Giichi poking your cheek with a mischievous grin on his face.

“You’re awake! Tanjiro made breakfast!” He cheers, and you sit up, a hand to your head and hiding a groan. Surprisingly, your headache isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You turn and see two empty glasses and a bottle of multivitamins on the nightstand next to you.

Wait…

You were in bed?

Hadn’t you passed out on the couch?

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and take Giichi’s hand. He’s excited, babbling on about how Tanjiro let him help, and it was now his job to get you out of bed so you could eat.

Whatever Tanjiro was cooking smelled delicious.

He had found your apron, which is several sizes too small, but he makes it work. You lean on your kitchen doorframe, watching Tanjiro move about your kitchen with practiced ease, effortlessly letting Giichi in to help. When he notices you in the doorway, he smiles.

(He looks handsome when he smiles.)

“How are you feeling?” He asks, and you feel your lips tugging upward in your own smile.

“Much better than if it were me by myself. Thank you, Tanjiro.” You say, and he gestures toward your table. You notice his ears are flushed pink.

“Have a seat. I’m almost done.” He says, voice thick with emotion, and you obey without a word, guiding Giichi toward the table. He climbs into his booster seat. Tanjiro comes in with three plates of food balanced on his arm and sets them down.

Breakfast is… oddly traditional, to say the least.

It’s well-balanced but has some food prepared in a way you haven’t seen since your history classes in university. From the Taisho era, if you remember right.

But it tastes good, and Giichi has no complaints, so that’s all you can ask for.

You insist on helping Tanjiro with the dishes. He tries to usher you out of the kitchen, claiming he can clean up his own mess, but you’re having none of it. So there you stood, scrubbing dishes with hot water and handing them to Tanjiro to dry. The silence is filled with your instructions on where things go.

Eventually…

“Why did you get so emotional when I said your name?” You ask quietly, and he pauses where he’s drying a plate.

“It’s just… no one’s called me that in a very long time.” He replies, just as quiet and sounding too much like a young boy scared to be hurt.

“Was it because you were scared?” He stiffens but nods mutely.

“I’ve lost everyone in my life. I don’t want to lose anyone else.” He says, and you stare down at the sudsy water.

What made you different?

Why were you so special?

You ask him as much, and he shrugs,

“I want to get to know you. I haven’t been able to do that in ye—quite a long time.” He says, and you want to ask him about his blunder.

Was he going to say years?

How long had he been alone? Never getting close to anyone? Never properly letting go of his grief?

Because you knew he was grieving. Knew he was mourning something. You just didn’t know what.

You were almost scared to ask.

Tanjiro brings you to meet a friend of his one day when you both don’t work, and Giichi is at school.

The house isn’t large or small, but the lawn is decorated with beautiful flowers that take your breath away. Tanjiro keeps hold of your hand as he knocks on the door with his other one.

He was holding your hand.

It had become a constant thing in your relationship.

It had begun with you holding hands with Giichi and boldly reaching out to take Tanjiro’s in your free one. You fully expected him to pull away, but instead… he intertwined your fingers and held you close.

It was… nice.

The door creaks open and reveals a young girl with black hair, large violet eyes, and dressed in a silken kimono. She watches you warily but visibly opens up when she spots Tanjiro.

“Are you here to see Great-Grandpa?” She asks in a meek voice, and Tanjiro nods.

“Is he well enough to see us?” He replies, and the girl nods, opening the door wider so you both can enter. The two of you change into slippers and follow her down the hall and to the fourth door on the right.

You recognize the person in bed immediately.

Ubuyashiki Kiriya.

The oldest person in Japan and one of the oldest in the world.

Tanjiro was friends with him?

He was mostly bald and looked at you with the same kind but old eyes that Tanjiro had. Except he was warm. Happy. Content. He didn’t have that tragic look that Tanjiro had.

Ubuyashiki looked over from where he had been watching the birds, and a gentle smile crossed his face.

“Ah… Tanjiro… What a pleasant surprise. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? And this is…?” He asked, voice creaky like the ancient wisteria tree with the bird feeder.

You bow and introduce yourself politely before righting your posture as Ubuyashiki beckons you forward. He extends a hand for you to take, and you do, but he doesn’t shake it. He merely grasps it with kind hands that fill you with all kinds of warmth.

He bows and presses his forehead to your joined hands, ignoring your panic at the respect he is showing you. Shouldn’t you be doing that for him? When he straightens, he keeps ahold of your hands.

“They’re someone special to you… aren’t they?” He asks Tanjiro,

“Yes… they really are.” Comes his quiet reply, and you feel embarrassment flush your skin till it’s hot to the touch.

You were someone special to him?

Ubuyashiki gestures for you both to sit beside his bed. You sit with one leg crossed underneath you, your knee brushing Tanjiro’s thigh as he takes a seat next to you.

“How did you two meet?” He asks, and you glance at Tanjiro, who is looking at you with a fond sort of smile.

“Tanjiro, um… well… he saved my son from a car accident.” You decide on the simple explanation. There wasn’t any need to go into a long-winded story. You thought that would be the end of the conversation.

Until Ubuyashiki starts asking more questions.

“How old is he?” He asks, and you bite your lip.

“He’s almost eight. We have about a month left.” You say, and your mind reels at the thought. Have you really known Tanjiro for six months?

It felt like a lifetime.

“What about you? How long have you known each other?” You take the chance to ask a question. Ubuyashiki hums in thought.

“It’s been many, many years. We met in—”

“Kiriya,” Tanjiro says suddenly, his tone warning and almost… dark?

“December of 1915.” The old man finishes, and your world turns upside down.

You whirl to look at Tanjiro, who is yet again avoiding your gaze.

“1915?” You ask quietly, and he flinches.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He whispers in that scared voice of his. Like he was afraid.

“Why do you look so young?” You ask, hesitant or even a bit scared of his answer. He grits his teeth but answers,

“I can’t die. I can’t age. Nothing. I’m doomed to live forever.” He says, and suddenly everything makes sense.

All those sad looks, not looking at you when you ask about his personal life, everything.

How many people had he lost?

How many people had he seen die and not be able to join them?

You reach forward and set a hand on his leg. He looks at you with those big watery eyes that make your heart twist and constrict.

“All that pain, and misery, and loneliness… and it just made you kind.” You whisper, and you mean it.

All those years, being alone with no one to sympathize with his agony.

It must’ve been hell.

He reaches over with a shaking hand, taking yours and ducking his head. You can see tears fall onto his lap.

“Thank you.” He cries softly.

The two of you leave soon after, with Ubuyashiki catching your hand as you stand to leave.

“Take care of him. He’s been through more than he says he has.” He says firmly, and you nod.

“I will.” You say, and he lets go with that same fatherly smile from before.

Tanjiro kisses you six months later.

A year after first meeting him.

You’re back at your apartment again, with you washing the dinner dishes and Tanjiro drying them off. He moves about your kitchen with such familiarity as he puts the dishes away that you forget that it’s only been a year. He acts like he’s lived there for years.

In a way… he has been.

Some of his clothes hang in your guest bedroom closet, he has a special mug in your cupboard, and there’s a spot for his keys and wallet on your desk.

He’s made himself at home.

And you find yourself not minding it at all.

You hand Tanjiro the last of the dishes and pull off your rubber gloves, drying your hands of sweat and turning, nearly bumping into the man behind you.

“Sorry.” You mumble, and he looks down at you with a small smile, gently grasping your elbow with one hand and putting a mug—his mug—into the cupboard above your head with the other.

But he doesn’t move away once he’s done.

Instead… he leans down, putting his forehead against yours. You grip his biceps as you back up against the counter, bringing him with you. You tilt your head up, and your noses brush. His eyelashes flutter, and his eyes close.

“I shouldn’t.” He whispers, breath puffing against your mouth. You frown. You weren’t an idiot. You knew what was going to happen.

“Why not?” Your voice is just as quiet as his.

His grip on your elbow tightens, if only barely.

“Because I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says, and you move your hands up to his shoulders. They’re broad and strong, well-muscled from years of hard work.

“You could never hurt me.” You reply, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t age. But humans do. Humans decay. You wither and die. Imagine watching that happen to someone that you….” He trails off, and your heart beats hopefully. Someone that he what?

“Someone that you what?” You murmur, and he grits his teeth.

“You can spend the rest of your life with me… but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you… I don’t want that to hurt you.” He says bitterly, and you reach up to cup his cheek.

“You could never hurt me.” You reiterate, and he opens his eyes to look at you with… is that hope?

You keep talking.

“You have been so selfless your entire life. Let yourself be selfish for once.” You say and go to back away. Well… as much as you could against the counter.

But before you can get very far, Tanjiro leans in, and suddenly, he’s kissing you.

He cradles you as if you were a piece of glass. As if you could break at any moment. Your eyes close, as do his, and you lean in, your hands slipping down his shoulders to hold tightly as if he were about to pull away.

He didn’t.

He pulls you closer, hands trailing down your elbows to fit snuggly at your waist. He pulls away briefly and opens his eyes. The distance doesn’t last long, and he leans down to kiss you again.

Tanjiro tastes of sunshine and hope. He feels like galaxies of kindness and summer mornings spent together.

He lets out a whimper of your name that tugs on your heartstrings and pulls you impossibly closer. You grip him just as fiercely, his button-down shirt bunching underneath your fingertips. His lips move against yours until you have to break for air.

His beautiful eyes open, and he smiles at you with the most brilliant smile you’ve seen yet.

#tanjiro kamado x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjiro #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fairy writes #immortal!tanjiro

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piss-bread · 5 days

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Yo Danny Fenton he was just 14...

He was 14. He definitely had an unusual relationship with his parents, but not too far out from a normal teen. He's embarrassed by them in public, but he truly loves his family. And they love him, in all his nerdiness and cowardice.

Then the accident happens. His parents (and Jazz) know that something happened, but only his friends know what he went through that day. Even after Jazz finds out, she isn't told exactly what occurred.

Tw under the cut for Death Mentions! It is Danny Phantom, after all.

It's a well-known fact that Danny Fenton is Schrodinger's boy. Both alive and dead. And the fandom sure does put our favorite paradoxical anime boy through some shit, but it's not talked about a whole lot the absolute horror of his death.

We see a recreation of what happened in Memory Blank (Season 2, Ep 1). We've been rewatching some of this show with our mother, and we had her watch this episode. I had told her beforehand that Sam basically went "the boy needs to die" as soon as she realized that Danny didn't have his powers. And surprisingly, after watching the episode, our mom agreed that Sam really should have thought of something else. But anyway, it really cements the fact that going into the portal was Sam's idea. Not Tucker's. Not even Danny's. Sam is absolutely the one who got him killed. Yet Danny doesn't harbor any resentment. In fact, it's shown in the same episode that Danny looks for reassurance from Sam (and Tucker) after getting his powers, quite literally asking if it's cool that he has powers.

Quote from me to my mother:

"Danny walks around a dark portal, and he accidentally turns it on from the inside. He gets electrocuted and basically watches himself die, not knowing what's going on except for that it's bad. He stumbles back out, knowing something is very wrong and passes out. His friends think he's dead, he literally phases through Sam's hands as she tries to pick his body up, and when he does wake up he's faced with the fact he's a ghost. he's been told that all ghosts are evil and dangerous, and now he is one. Yeah sure he must've figured out he could change back pretty quickly, but still."

And something else. Vlad has powers too, but he didn't die for them. He got a bad case of ghost acne and gained powers that way. I feel like if Vlad knew what Danny went through, he'd at the very least have a bit more respect for the boy.

Anyway, I love the characterization of Tucker and Sam. It's shown that Tucker is shallow on the outside, but he truly deeply cares for his friends. Sam is shown to put up walls around other people, to the point her friends know a completely different person than the outside world does. And damn, I wish we could see the two's reaction to the accident in the show. But we'll just go headcanon-ing for this one. In my opinion, Tucker would be the quietest he's ever been. He's shown to cower and close up when bad things happen (when he's actually aware of said things). I think Sam would be the one screaming. I think she'd be screaming and crying and just let her emotional state consume her until her friend wakes up.

That's it for now 👀 count on more text posts in the future tho

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #vlad plasmius #tw death

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Yagi Toshinori Coming Home After Trying To Help Deku

Yagi “AllMight” Toshinori X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Dark themes

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) All Might has always been my favorite character and I’ve always wanted to write more for him, but I love his character so much I’m afraid of messing up by writing him. But I had this idea with the new cour going on and people finally getting to see dark Deku. I read the manga and I am all caught up so I know what happens, but to keep from spoiling anything I try to just write to keep up with the anime that way I don’t ruin the experience. I’ve always loved reading the content and watching as I am an impatient person. XD But I had to get this idea out before I started on a request I received! Hopefully my fellow All Might fangirls will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

It was late in the night and you had no choice to stay up, as sleep kept alluding you. You never knew when he would come home or if he even would, but your mind wouldn’t ease until you knew for sure that Yagi wasn’t coming home or he pulled into the driveway. The rain pattered against the window, painting clear trails down the glass while flashes of lightning played across the floor. You jumped hearing tires screech to a stop in front of your and his shared home. You peeked out the window, eyes squinting at the bright flashes of lightning and the headlights playing on the building wall. You sucked in a deep breath as the familiar lanky form and messy blond hair of the man you love exited the vehicle. Watching the once number one hero stumbling listlessly in defeat, you rushed down the stairs, trying not to trip over anything in the dark as you didn’t want to waste time turning on lights. He needed you, it had been so hard on him ever since his last victory in Kamino Ward. Your heart broke every time he talked about the days where he was on top of the world and before the accident that took him from his livelihood. You were there for him, through all his questioning of himself and those times he didn’t feel like he had any worth if he wasn’t at his strongest. And now with Deku going through such a hard spell in his life, it was bringing back those dark thoughts that never seemed to go away. You never lost your patience with him and you made sure to be there no matter what. You didn’t play down his needs, nor did you make him feel like his emotions were ever false. He was everything to you and you never wanted to push him away or make him feel less than.

The door opened quietly as he didn’t know if you were awake or not. All Might stumbled a little when you suddenly launched yourself into him. The relief of seeing him home and safe had hit you all at once, you couldn’t help but sob in his chest. He held you tenderly, letting you cry quietly until you finished. When you finally looked up with reddened eyes did he stroke the tears from your cheeks. You always needed just a moment to let your emotions free as you feared that every moment he stepped out that door was going to be the last time you ever saw him.

“I am here,” he quoted his old catchphrase causing you to giggle. “Like I said I would be.”

You nodded, “Mmm hmm. I just worry. Everything is going to chaos and I don’t know if I can deal with it if something happened to you.”

Yagi understood, he worried about leaving you all alone every time he left home. There was so much going on in the streets that he was beginning to wonder if Japan would ever recover from such horrors. But he was all young Midoriya had left in these trying times. The young boy that had grown to become more like a son to him was hurting and while Deku didn’t know it, he had you to rely on as well as you were the one cooking the bentos. Putting every little bit of care and nurturing you could into his meals. After All Might had came home that first night, explaining to you what was happening and how Midoriya’s mother felt, you vowed to take care of him like he was your own son. Yagi couldn’t begin to explain how he had deserved someone like you, but he didn’t voice those thoughts as you would shut them down quickly.

“Are you okay,” you asked holding his hand while you lead All Might back to the bedroom. He needed sleep as his eyes were sinking in further from exhaustion. His shoulders weighed heavy with the burden he carried and you wanted him to rest. You couldn’t keep him home and it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to stay while his ward was out there pushing himself beyond his limits. Deku would have crashed long ago if it hadn’t been for the older hero. Now that his mentor was home it was your turn to take care of your husband and make sure he got the stuff he needed to to continue onward.

“Yeah,” Yagi sighed letting you help him undress as his arms were weary. “Just exhausted.”

“I imagine so,” you pecked his cheek. Rummaging around you found him some warmer clothes to wear as his hair left little puddles in the floor. While he dressed you went to get a towel to dry him off. All Might moaned as you towel dried his blond mop of hair. You grinned quietly scratching at his scalp, just anything to do to soothe him to where he could sleep deeply.

“You hungry?” You asked after finishing your task.

Yagi shook his head but you wouldn’t let him go much longer without getting some nutrition. If he was going to boss Midoriya around about eating, you were going to do the same. The mentor needed to follow his own example.

“Well you’re eating in the morning,” you replied leaving no room for any arguments. Once again he nodded, too tired to even speak at this moment. You helped Yagi to the bed letting him get in while you went back to your side. With him back at your side you felt safer and the relief finally slammed into you. Just a little bit ago you couldn’t even think about sleep, but now that he was home the tension melted away and exhaustion took it’s place. Yagi turned over to face you, your eyes drooping slowly as you were quickly losing the battle to sleep. His weary face lit up with a smile at finally being by your side once again. He was worried about his student but he wouldn’t be much good to him with him being on the verge of collapse. Yagi pulled you into his chest, where you snuggle deeper into his embrace and finally succumb to sleep. He followed not long after knowing that if he had you at his side he could face anything.

#Yagi Toshinori X Reader #All Might X Reader #Yagi Toshinori #All Might #All Might Imagine #My Hero Academia #My Hero Academia Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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iammistressofmyfate · 1 year

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So...I have learned...that Adam FUCKING Parrish quoted the bible when he broke up with his comatose boyfriend

Post tenebras lux - Light after darkness (Job 17:12)

The layers that reside in this knowledge have short circuited my brain.

Maggie, you evil fucking genius

Adam, you stone cold bitch

Fuck

Adam, Agnostic Adam, who knows that Ronan is a practicing Catholic, QUOTED THE BIBLE AT RONAN WHEN HE BROKE UP WITH HIM

Savage

That ENTIRE scene has now taken on completely new meaning...

I didn't even think about considering where it might have come from. I stumbled upon this by accident when talking to @unknowablecore about Ronan having a religious tattoo of some kind

This boy read the Bible! For Ronan! And then quoted it at him when he broke up with him! Because he loves Ronan and was hurt by Ronan and fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

I'm so fucked up over this...

Anyway, I'm sure other people realized this before me, but I'm just gonna, like, reprocess all of that now...

#pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #greywaren #greywaren spoilers #maggie is so fucking evil genius i cannot even #damn #trc #the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy

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marengogo · 9 months

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Silver Lining - What If #6: FOR(ever) ↔️ YOU(ng) - Jikook the Musical

Good Morning - by Verbal Jint [10 Years of Misinterpretation Part I]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Dear Ladies, Gentlemen and Distinguished Enbies, welcome to a one day only “showing” of FOR(ever) ↔️ YOU(ng) - Jikook the Musical. Tonight I shall try my best to narrate a cute little story, which has various songs as centre plot developers; hence a “musical”. Taken individually, all these events may seem absolutely disconnected, and with no relevance to each other. However, as I started to collect them, they turned out to compose quite the neat little story about two boys their love for music and perhaps each other? So grab a snack, and a thin hat everyone, sit, relax and enjoy the show.

SCENE 1: FOR YOU

This story brings us all the way back to almost 8 years ago, to be precise, the year is 2015, the date is August 18 and during BTS’ Japan Official Fan Meeting Undercover Mission in Osaka (this fan meet went on from the 13th to the 20th of August), while playing a game, JM suddenly loses consciousness and falls off stage. He is taken to a hospital immediately and as soon they are explained the situation, Big Hit Entertainment tweets the following:

TRANSLATION:

The same day, JM himself goes ahead and posts the following

TRANSLATION:

Fans panicked. Obviously VERY LUCKILY FOR ME: I WASN’T AROUND AT THE TIME. As for his members, I am sure they were worried out of their minds, so much so that one particular member would express his relief perhaps at having JM safe and sound back with them, right on their very stage. This member was JK, whom two days later (August 20), on the last day of this event, as they performed "For You", walked right by JM and stopped for a couple of seconds, looking at him while he was singing part of the song’s first verse. For the rest of the song, it would become quite visible how JM couldn’t help but smile (cutely).

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SCENE 2: I KNOW

So, even though we do not have an elaborated tale of what all the members must have felt exactly, it is safe to say that JM’s accident had a bit of an effect on JK’s mind. So much so that, a couple of months later, while he was playing around as Romeo & Juliet with JM, on the shoot-set of Season Greetings 2016, JK suddenly “refused” to play with JM because, and I quote:

Let’s fast forward to June 2016, this time we are in Paris, and the boys decide to start a VLIVE just before performing at KCON and, at the beginning of the live, we only have VMIN in sight. They start to talk about RM & JK’s new song “I Know” and, as the two are actually in the room but off camera, Tae asks bribes JK to sing a bit of the song. We still can’t see JK, but, while Tae looks away JM looks straight into JK’s direction as the latter proceeds to sing

🎶Know you love me, boy

So that I love you🎵

… The expression on JM’s face is priceless the things I’d give to know how JK sang this to JM. ANYWAYS, RM eventually also joins into a funny rendition of the song and when they are done, VMIN resumes talking to ARMY and though we will never know for sure what caused it, perhaps JK’s expression, or the lyrics, or the fact that it was JK or all things together, or none of the above, BUT JM did stumble his way through trying to describe the song, in the words of Tae, JM suddenly seemed to be a bit “nervous” almost as if someone had suddenly serenaded him out of nowhere.

Another example at JM being flustered actually happened a month earlier to the Paris trip, at the ISAC where the Tannies needed to sing a song called Hand in Hand and while they are practising (at minute 0:57) I believe that JK might have change the lyrics to “promise me” but don’t quote me on that!, which made JM react in that way Joon and Hobi on the other hand; LOOOL 😬.

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Basically, 10 months had effectively passed since the “For You Incident-Serenade” and it feels as if JK might have caught on to the fact that the easiest way to get a flustered reaction from JM is to sing to him. Perhaps he had to sing at him a couple more times off camera, in order to confirm this theory AS ALWAYS; WE WILL NEVER KNOW but from this moment on, whenever he’d find a chance to, it would seem like JK would take the topic at hand and find a way to romantically sing it at JM.

SCENE 3: A DAY LONG AGO

It is finally February 2017, and love isn’t the only thing in the air, in fact, on paper actually, on February 7, JK graduates high school. He is visibly hella excited, and though he goes to the ceremony alone, all his members show up, and afterwards, on their way to the restaurant, VMINKOOK share a ride. For the most part jikook are doing most of the talking and at a point in which JM is talking a very eager looking JK suddenly starts singing, at JM, the beginning lyrics from A day Long Ago (오래전 그날) by Yoon Jong Shin.

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AND, For the very first time on-camera, JM does his very best not to react. We can still see the slight hint of a smile, but for the most part, he’s successfully brushed it off and he is very quick at keeping the topic of discussion on track.

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This might have thrown off someone like your-truly, but JK? No, the boy likes a good challenge. JK nor was discouraged, nor did he try to force JM to listen to him, he just went along with JM. We are talking about an almost 20 year old boy who, for the greater part of 2016 (that is when he turned 19, which is the age you become an adult in Korea) has been trying his mighty best to have his hyungs, and JM in particular, understand that he is now an adult and that he has been for quite some time. But hyungs gonna hyung, immaright? Sorry JK…

SCENE 4: BEST OF ME

Now, I don’t know what happened in the months between JK’s graduation and the 1st of October (2017), but there seems to be no on-camera attempt of JK even attempting to sing at JM, in fact, if anything, JK has been trying to appeal in different ways. For example, JM-Encyclopedia JK makes an appearance, or I’d rather not call you hyung makes a strong comeback. Regardless, for the first time, at the Fan Meet in Goyang (1st October, 2017) JM is singing at JK lyrics from the “Best of Me” where he substitutes the word heaven (cheonkook) with Jungkook (he would do it again on episode 28 of RUN BTS, which would be broadcasted on November 7, 2017, but telling from the hairstyles it was probably filmed around the same period as the Goyang Fan Meet).

We are now halfway through the movie, and though our heroes have gone through a series of back-and-forths, they haven’t really encountered any “conflicts” per say; namean? Sure, JM is the one doing the singing now, because maybe he is trying to get JK’s attention. Had he lost said attention? Had something happened between the two of them? Or had their relationship evolved to a point in which he was just trying to return some of the musical energy he’d received thus far? WE WILL NEVER KNOW unless they tell us that is. But what we know is that a good 30 days after this, JK would take JM on what we now know to be, thanks to Beyond The Story, a healing trip to Tokyo, which would give birth to the first and most famous gcf: GCF in TOKYO.

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SCENE 5: BOY WITH LUV

Upon returning from Japan the two of them feel closer. It looks like they had the time of their life and they can’t seem to be able to talk about anything else. Basically they appear to be quite smitten with this shared experience, and perhaps, with each other? In addition, while still being the maknae, JK is sort of shifting into being more of a protective entity for JM and though JM tries his best to keep him in that designated maknae-slot, he also can’t help but indulge in the “offered protection”.

They are now spending a lot more time together and this fact is not lost on some people in their environment, regardless of whether said people want to admit it or not. Particularly in 2018 (where, before even getting to the infamous Nampyeon-Namchin December )

we are in Hamilton, September 22nd, on their Love Yourself Tour. As they perform Attack on Titan, during the song’s break, JK pulls a For You Serenade-typa thing, but this is not 2015 and JK is no longer 17. This time, he focuses on JM for the whole part, hair pushed back and all, and for the first time in a while JM is visibly flustered, he silently giggles, turns towards ARMY, and also pushes his hair back. JK’s satisfied expression as he got JM’s attention says it all.

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Yeah, this is not the same JK. He is not a boy who is relieved to see his bandmate's being well and alive, or trying to use the situation to his advantage in an awkwards manner. NO. This is a 21 year old, who’s just come back from the trip of a lifetime, this right here, seems to me, to be a boy with luv.

Speaking of which, fast-forward a couple of months, May 21, 2019, they are in California, and as they are getting ready to perform on The Voice, Memories 2019 will show us how, for the first time JK substitutes words of a song while singing at JM. He substitutes the word “Love is” with “Jimin” while singing Boy With Luv at JM, who acts like he is ignoring him completely but actually proceeds to sing along. Who knew there was an art in serenading and beginning serenaded? Jikook circa 2015 🤡

Indeed, there is nothing stronger than a boy with luv, let’s not forget that a couple of weeks prior to this (May 5th to be exact) Rose Bowl-gate did happen. Well, up to this point, all seems very flowery and very peachy; what could go wrong, right?.

SCENE 6: THE TRUTH UNTOLD

AND, here we are, the part right before the end of the “musical”. We all know some sort of “big conflict is coming” and at this point some might just turn off the movie and leave it at a happy place but the majority will probably just brave it through to this day I start watching Baz Luhrman’s Romeo + Juliet and stop the movie right before the part whenthey take the fake poison, nobody dies in my Romeo + Juliet, thank you, bye! . Let’s brave it through.

Things are going quite well in Jikook world. The Tannies were given a break for the first time ever and thought JM left to go explore the world, he made sure to travel all the way back to Seoul to spend JK’s birthday with him, just to then travel off again; dedication. BTS then takes off to go and shoot Bon Voyage 4, and amongst the many things JK goes up a mountain and comes down with snow for JM; devotion. The two of them are living life, all while diligently performing touring as well.

Thus comes the end of the Speak Yourself tour, Seoul, October 26, 2019. The vocal line performs The Truth Untold and it happens, not only do JK and JM turn to face each other as they sing the last part of the song, but they also change “And” to “But”.

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Jikookers who notice are left speechless, but jikookers weren’t the only people who noticed. That and a series of “jikook moments” throughout 26th-29th of October, made October 30, 2019 quickly roll by and the following happens:

I can’t even imagine what it must have felt to have experienced THAT. To be honest I don’t even want to think about it, but then actually is more like “I can’t believe they actually fucking did that…”. BUT, guess who won the IDGAF war?:

JIKOOK

I bet many thought jikook would perhaps “tone it down”, but they kept being themselves. They kept being as affectionate, annoying, close and “flirty” as per usual, I mean some time in 2020 we got 👇🏾

So yeah, I suppose, love will always win.

SCENE 7: GOOD MORNING

It’s now 2023. All the boys are getting ready to go to MS, as a result, they are giving it their all working on solo projects. Jikook has finally managed to become a bit more private, and this isn’t as a consequence to what happened in 2019 (if not we wouldn’t have had that hickey-incident). A lot has happened since then, but I believe that, perhaps, as things got more serious, and as they got older, their relationship naturally progressed into something more mature, personal and deeper in significance. For example JM associating JK with the song Young Forever

*The writing in the shoe where JM is sticking his tongue out says Jeon Jungkook.

a song that holds a very special place in JM’s heart; tattoo-worthy special.

There is that, the adult side … Aaaand then there is also JK & JM quietly spending 4 days together in NYC/CT, in the midst of JK’s debut (perhaps getting content ready?) and there is also JK half naked in bed trying to bait JM into doing a live with him and starting off the bat with singing at JM the initial lyrics from Good Morning by Verbal Jint.

🎶Good morning – that’s what I texted you

I think I’m into you, it’s dangerous 🎵

… I suppose old habits die hard.

THE END

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾

Marengo.

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THROUGH THE NIGHT by IU

MAKE IT RIGHT by BTS

DAY vers.

NIGHT vers.

ROLLIN’ by BRAVE GIRLS:

#Spotify #Youtube #SoundCloud #Marengo's Silver World #jikook #jikook the Musical

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