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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 1

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SEPTEMBER 4th 2020

Airielle Jones smiled to herself as she looked around the backstage area. After working her ass off for two years down at NXT she was finally getting an opportunity to showcase her talents on the main roster.

“Airielle?” She looked over when she heard her name being called. “I’m Kayla. Nice to meet you.” Kayla said, shaking Airielle’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“So Paul said you can shadow me for the day and tomorrow you’ll do Talking Smack with me.” Airielle didn’t think it was possible for her smile to get any bigger.

“Oh wow. Hopefully I won’t be in your way.” She said and Kayla waved her off.

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, follow me.” Kayla had Airielle follow her around backstage, introducing her to passing superstars and upper management that Airielle had yet to meet.

“So I have a segment to film with Sheamus and then one with Jey Uso at the end of the night. Have you met either of them yet?”Kayla said as A.J Styles just walked away from them and Airelle shook her head.

“No, I've met his twin though. I’m good friends with his wife.”

“Oh. You know Trin?” Airielle nodded. “How?”

“We go to the same hair salon in Pensacola.”

“Oh wow, Small world.” Kayla said and beckoned Airielle to follow her.

Airielle watched in awe as Kayla recorded her segment with Sheamus. She couldn’t wait until she was able to do what she loved.

“Hey kid.” She smiled at Hunter when he walked over to her.

“Hi. Mr Levesque.” She said, shaking his hand in greeting.

“Please call me Paul. How you like the main roster?” He gestured around and Airielle nodded with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s awesome. Gonna take some getting used to thought.” She said and he laughed, giving her a pat on the back.

“You’re gonna do great, kid.” He said giving her one last smile before walking away.

Kayla led Airielle around backstage showing her around the Amway Center when they bumped into Jey Uso.

“Oh, hey Jey,. This is Airielle, Airielle this is Jey.” Kayla said and Airielle held her hand out.

“Nice to meet you Jey.” She said, smiling at him. Josh was hooked, instantly. The second she smiled at him he was a goner. He realized he must’ve been staring at her because she slowly put her hand down, arched an eyebrow at him and turned her head to look at Kayla.

“Shit, I zoned out. My bad.” He said, clearing his throat and giving them an awkward laugh “I’m Josh.” He said and she laughed.

“Nice to meet you.” She said again waving bye and she and Kayla started to walk away from him. Josh groaned to himself as he watched her walk away. She was definitely gonna be trouble.

Airielle and Kayla were sitting in The Gorilla position, watching the main event of the show when Paul walked over to them.

“Hey kid, you got the post match.” He said to Airielle and her eyes widened. Paul laughed at the look on her face. “You don’t mind right?” He asked Kayla and she shook her head no.

“Absolutely not. I’ll help her get ready.” She said and Paul nodded.

“Good Luck,” he said giving her a thumbs up before walking off.

It was almost time for Airielle to go out and do the post match interview. There weren’t any fans but she was still nervous.

Kayla sensed her nervousness and grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze. “Girl, you got this, don't worry.” Airielle nodded and followed a stage hand to the side entrance of the ramp. Airielle watched as Jey- Josh hit the uso splash and pinned Matt Riddle for the 3-count. She and Josh made eye contact as she made her way into the ring.

“Congratulations Jey.” She said smiling. “You have earned your opportunity for the universal championship against your cousin Roman Reigns, at Clash of Champions. How important was this victory for you?” She held the microphone close to him so he could answer.

Josh looked at her and his mind went blank. He blinked trying to refocus himself. He said the only thing that came to mind. “Yes, sir!” He yelled out twice. “Hey big dog! I made the family proud, too. But guess what, Roman Reigns its locked down! Welcome…. You know the rest.” He said winking at her as his theme music played.

“You did good.” Kayla said, hugging her. “Sorry I'm a hugger.” Kayla said as she pulled away from Airielle.

“It’s okay and thank you. I don’t know why I was so nervous.”

“Girl, you were a natural out there. So um, we film "Talking Smack" tomorrow morning nine am sharp. Meet me in the underground parking lot at eight.” Airielle nodded and gave Kayla one last hug before walking out of the arena and towards her rental.

SEPTEMBER 5th 2020

Airielle rushed towards Kayla. “I’m sorry I’m late.” It was 8:30 am. “I’m still getting used to being up this early.”

“It’s only thirty minutes. You’re good.” Kayla said and motioned for Airielle to follow her into the arena. “Woods is joining us today. Have you met him?” Airielle nodded. “Cool, we have Shinsuke, Cesaro, Alexa and Jey as guests today.” Airielle nodded again and continued to listen to Kayla as she went over how the show was going to happen.

“Oh hey, Airielle’s here.” Xavier Woods said, causing Josh to look up from his phone and towards Airielle and Kayla. “Have you met her yet?” Josh groaned and nodded.

“Yeah, made a complete ass outta myself.” He said, sucking his teeth when Woods started laughing at him. “It ain't funny Uce. I felt like an idiot just standing staring at her.” He rolled his eyes and pushed Woods away from him when he continued to laugh. “I’ll see you later.” Josh said, flipping Woods off as he walked away.

Airielle felt at home as she talked with Kayla, Woods, and Alexa during the Talking Smack taping. She felt like she actually belonged. Alexa had just left the panel and it was time to bring Josh in.

“Well we have one more guest to join us right now.” She said looking between Kayla and Woods.

“Right and I’ve used the word easy, but you know what’s not easy.” Kayla chimed in. “When you have to go head-on with family and that's what this guy will be doing come-” She was cut off as Josh came into the shot spraying the three of them with silly string.

Airielle laughed as Woods started yelling about the string getting stuck in his hair. She started to pull the string out of her hair as Kayla started to talk about what happened the night before on Smackdown. She noticed that Josh was trying his hardest to not look in her direction and frowned before she remembered that she was on camera and plastered a smile on her face. She zoned back into the conversation when it was her turn to talk.

“So let's say you go on the clash of champions and you become our new universal champion.” Airielle started and Josh felt his heart start to beat faster at the sound of her voice. “What’s your plan?” Their eyes met for the first time that day and once again Josh was stuck. All thoughts flew out of his head. He snapped back once Woods kicked his leg under the table. He ignored the weird looks Kayla and Woods were giving him and answered Airielle’s question.

“Real talk I can’t even rap that around my head. I aint never looked at me as no, real talk I ain't never thought about the big title. Never thought about a IC title, US title. It was always tryna chase yall.” He said pointing towards Woods. “It was always about beating y’alls record. I love the New Day. It was always eyes on the tag team titles. But now it’s like oh.” He stopped and smiled. “I can do it, you know.”

She watched as he talked about how much winning the title would mean to him and she couldn’t help but smile, he was so passionate about wrestling, it was adorable to see.

“That was so much fun.” Airielle said to Kayla once filming was done. Wood and Josh said goodbye before leaving Airielle and Kayla still sitting at the table.

“Yeah, it was.” Kayla said with a frown on her face.

“Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” Kayla looked over at Airielle and placed her hands overtop of hers.

“No, you were fantastic. It’s just..” She paused and looked around before sliding her chair closer to Airielle. “Can you keep a secret?” Airielle leaned closer to Kayla and nodded.

“Did Josh seem off to you? I mean I know you just met him, but..” Kayla sighed. Airielle shrugged,

“I mean, maybe he was nervous about something. Is.. is he your boyfriend?”

“No, I mean we.. you know, and went on some dates but we haven’t made anything official. We’re keeping it on the low.” Airielle nodded but she didn’t know what to say. She was slightly disappointed because she found Josh to be extremely attractive but it didn’t matter because she had promised herself that she would not jeopardize her job for a quick fuck with one of these superstars.

Clash Of Champions 2020

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Airielle had been on the main roster for about 4 weeks now and she honestly couldn’t have been any happier. Sure she missed some of her friends from NXT but being on Smackdown had opened up way more opportunities for her than being on NXT.

She was walking towards catering when she heard someone call out her name. She smiled when she saw that it was Kayla who called her name. She walked over and was immediately pulled into a hug.

“First PLE. Are you excited?” Kayla asked and Airielle nodded with a nervous chuckle. She was about to respond when someone else called her name.

“Airielle?! I missed you” Airielle smiled brightly at Trinity and rushed over to give her a hug. “Damn, look at you. I gotta come raid ya closet girl. “

Josh was walking around the arena with Jon looking for Trinity.

“What the point of having a damn phone if she ain’t gon’ answer it.” Jon grumbled as he pressed Trinity’s name on his phone again, cursing her when her voicemail picked up again. “Why you so quiet Josh? You nervous?”

“Hell yeah I'm nervous. I aint never have a opportunity like this before Uce. What if I screw it up.”

“Man shut up.” He said, laughing when Josh stopped walking and glared at him.

“What-”

“Shut up. You and big uce gon go out there and kill it. Stop worrying.” Josh nodded and took a deep breath. “You got this Uce.” Jon said as he pulled his brother into a hug. “Now help me find my wife.”

They started walking again towards catering. That was the only place left to check. Jon cursed as he bumped into his brother almost knocking himself over. “Damn, what the f-”

“I found her.” Josh said lowly nodding his head over to where Trinity was standing, talking to Airielle and Kayla. Jon started to limp his way over but stopped when he noticed his brother wasn't following him.

“You coming?” Josh shook his head,

“Nah, imma stay right here.” He said ignoring the look his twin was giving him. “I just don’t want to go over there.” He said avoiding his brother's eyes.

“Josh, stop playing and come on.” Jon rolled his eyes when Josh didn’t move. He hobbled over to his wife. “TRIN!” He yelled. She jumped, turning to face him. “Why you not answering ya phone man.” He said, rolling his eyes at her. “Sup Kayla.” He said fist bumping her and turned his attention to Airielle. “Oh shit. I know you.” He said, causing her to laugh.

“Hi, Jon. Nice to see you again.” She said, smiling at him.

“I thought you were with Josh?” Trin asked and Jon nodded and pointed behind him where Josh was waiting down the hall.

“I was, he acting weird.” All the girls looked down the hall towards Josh whose eyes widened when he saw them looking at him. Airielle looked at Kayla out of the corner of her eye and saw that she was now looking down at her heels with a sad look on her face.

I’ll see y’all later. Don’t forget to text me when you get back to Pensacola.” Trinity told Airielle.

“Hey you okay?” Airielle asked once Trin and Jon walked away from them. Kayla shrugged.

“I mean.” She sighed. “He’s been ignoring me. He won’t tell me what’s going on.”

“Well honestly fuck him. If he’s ghosting you it’s his loss.” She said, pulling Kayla into a hug.

Josh, Jon and Trinity were now in Joe’s locker room, as Josh and Joe got ready for the show.

“Is everything okay with you and Kayla?” Trin asked once Josh sat down on the couch next to her. Josh arched his eyebrow and shrugged.

“Yeah why?”

“She was the reason why you didn’t come over earlier with Jon right?” She narrowed her eyes at him when he avoided her eyes and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Josh..”

Josh cleared his throat and shrugged. “Yeah, me and Kay cool. I mean we not together though but..” He shrugged again, trailing off. Trinity studied him then let out a gasp.

“What about Airielle?” She asked and he choked on the water he was sipping.

“What happened?” Josh rolled his eyes and sunk lower into the couch.

“Nothing happened, he just made an ass outta himself.” Joe said, overhearing their conversation. Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his older cousin. “You ain’t see talking smack from a couple weeks ago? Man was stuck the second she started talking to him.”

“Josh got a crush.”

“I’m a grown ass man, I ain’t got no damn crush.” He said, rolling his eyes when they all laughed at him.

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Midnight Was His Hour - a comic adaptation of E.W. Hornung's Raffles stories

Bunny Manders has nothing left to lose, a revolver in his pocket, and a gambling debt to settle. If paying with his life is not an option, what will A.J. Raffles ask of him? The fact is that it does not matter what Raffles will ask; Bunny will reluctantly be the man for the job. In a previous life, the two boys were schoolmates — but as gentlemen about town, they must join felonious forces in order to maintain their Mayfair lifestyles and Raffles’ public image. There’s nothing very terrible in it, you see.

Hey i've been working on this comic for a few months and what better day to launch than the Ides? The first few pages are up already and the rest of the first story will be going up as i finish them 👀

This is intended as a pretty direct adaptation so you don't need to know anything about the original stories; if you like stealing from the rich, codependent gay drama, and Late Victorian Intrigue™, you're in the right place!

#crime and cricket #raffles fanart #raffles comic #this is the only full page i'll post on here most likely #but obv i will post previews whenever i update #also lemme know what yall think as to whats easier for keeping up w it #for now im just posting links from this blog #but if a sideblog is easier?#idk!

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Hey! I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if I could get an angsty/sad Anthony Lockwood x reader? Maybe they're friends or work together, and there's pining? Ending up to you :) Anyways, thank you for your time! Have a wonderful day!

are we too young for this? - anthony lockwood

summary: there was the illusion when you were younger, that you would be together forever. the day you walk back into 35 portland row, you know that illusion is broken.

a/n: thank you for the request! this definitely is angsty and there's not really a happy ending lol. this idea popped into my head as soon as this came into my inbox and i think it's an interesting one so hopefully you all like it. it's like "what if lockwood had any normal non-ghost hunting friends" and the result is sadness. thank you again for the request i hope you like it! title from softcore by the neighborhood

wc: 3.3k

warning(s): childhood friends to lowkey strangers with a hint of very sad possible lovers lmao </3 angst, pining that goes nowhere, not a happy ending it just kind of. ends. mentions/discussions of familial death, some crying, just sad all around. this gif is you all kicking me for writing this

You couldn’t help the haste with which you hurried down the sidewalk with. Night was steadily falling, your arms ached with the weight of your bags, and you were sure you were going to be late for dinner. Of course, it wasn’t your brightest idea to head out on errands so late, but it also wasn’t your fault that the bus was so late.

As you continued down the sidewalk at a pace rivaling the slowest of racers, your eyes darted around your surroundings as an instinct. The ghost lamps hadn’t turned on yet, the Ainsworths were walking their dog together, the light was on at 35 Portland Row.

You almost didn’t even question it, almost continued walking, but then you froze in your steps.

The light was on at 35 Portland Row?

You nearly dropped your groceries as you ran up the steps, furiously knocking on the door until it swung open. You weren’t met by Anthony—instead, a boy wearing glasses with dark, messy curls stared at you.

“Can I help you?” he asked, rather tartly. He looked down at the bag in your hand. “Are you Arif’s girl?”

You shook your head, though it took you a moment to gather your bearings. “No, I’m not. Um— does Anthony Lockwood still live here?”

“Did you see the sign outside the door?” he asked, pointing a finger at the fence.

You blinked. “No.”

He just stood there, brows raised, and you realized that he wanted you to go down and look. With a sigh, you went down the steps and over to the fence, and your jaw dropped when you read it.

A.J. Lockwood & Co., Investigators

After dark, ring bell and wait beyond the iron line.

“He started an agency?” you asked incredulously.

“You know him?” the boy asked in turn. He seemed incredibly bored with this conversation.

“Is he in right now?” You paced back up the stairs, trying to peer behind the boy inside the house. “I have to talk to Anthony.”

The boy studied you for a moment before he sighed and stepped aside. “He’s in the basement. Take a seat wherever—I’ll get him.”

You nodded thankfully as you walked in, and he shut the door behind you. It had been a while since you’d stepped inside the house, and everything felt different and the same at once.

It was a lot more of a mess than it used to be. As soon as you stepped in you noticed there were granules of salt scattered near the entrance, telltale signs of salt bombs. A stray rapier laid on the kitchen table, over a large white tablecloth that seemed to have words and symbols scribbled haphazardly all over it. You nearly tripped over a bucket of water, housing boots with glowing green stains on them, and everywhere you looked there seemed to be artifacts of every kind.

It was as busy as you remembered, as crowded as you remembered, but it was crowded with the mess of underage agents rather than the organized chaos of researchers.

It really had been a long time.

“Um— may I ask who you are?” You introduced yourself as a middle ground, offering a slight smile to the boy.

“George Karim,” he said. “I’m Lockwood’s deputy.”

Lockwood. Not Anthony— Lockwood.

You nodded, perhaps a few times too many, and you took a seat on the couch. Your spot, actually, as it always had been whenever you were over at his house. You noticed with delight that the pillow you’d crocheted for his mother still sat against the side. It was your personal thanks to her for letting you spend so many nights at their house, and though the yarn was slightly worn and a few loose ends stuck out, it was in remarkably good shape. Especially considering the state of the rest of the house.

“What are you here for?” George asked, rather bluntly. “Are you a client?”

“Not a client,” an achingly familiar voice answered, “a friend.”

You whirled around, immediately shooting up from your seat and breaking into a smile at the sight of Anthony. “You’re back.”

“That I am.” He smiled back at you, and though it was like the thousands of times he’d smiled at you before, there was something heavier in it. You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes.

“She just showed up at the door,” George said. “Asked to see you by name. She wouldn’t leave.”

“Good.” Anthony quickly closed the distance and pulled you into a hug, one you returned with vigor. It had been far too long since you were in his arms, and it wasn’t long enough when you both pulled away. “What’s brought you here?”

You laughed shakily. “Um, the sign on your door. Actually, I saw the light was on first, and it hadn’t been on in a while, so I thought I would—” you cleared your throat, your eyes flicking away for a moment. “See if you were here. Still.”

Understanding passed through Anthony’s eyes, and he nodded. “I finished my grades recently, and I decided it was time to go out on my own.”

“Your own,” you repeated.

He nodded again and, a credit to his intelligence, didn’t let you continue in that vein. “Where have you been? I feel like it’s been forever.”

“It sort of has,” you said with a slight laugh. “I’ve been busy at school. My parents— they sent me to boarding school.”

“Boarding school?” Both boys spoke at the same time, but where Anthony was surprised, George was almost disgusted.

You nodded. “Boarding school.”

“You’ve got no Talent,” George realized.

You blinked at his bluntness, but he wasn’t wrong. “Guilty.”

“George,” Anthony said, eyes never leaving your face, “could you give us a moment alone?”

“Gladly,” he mumbled. George walked off, and then it was just the two of you.

You, a star pupil at boarding school with the boring aspirations of becoming a solicitor. Anthony, a star seer starting his own agency so he could better march headfirst into death.

“You’re still alive.” It had been what you wanted to say the moment he walked back into your life, but only now could you find the courage.

“I’m still alive,” he agreed.

“You’re starting your own agency.” You looked around, brows slightly creased. A position they’d been stuck in since the moment you read the sign on the railing. “Where are your supervisors? Where— where are the rest of your agents?”

“It’s just us,” Anthony said. “George and I. Two is really all you need for most cases.”

“Just you and George?” You continued to look around, gesturing with your hand for no reason at all. “It— it can’t just be you and George. It can’t be just you and George against every ghost in London.”

“Technically, it’s not every ghost in London,” he said. “Just the ones ailing our clients.”

“That’s not what I mean, Anthony!” You let out a frustrated sigh, using your gesturing hand to rake it through your hair. “It can’t just be the two of you.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Because entire teams die out in the field, Anthony,” you ground out. “Entire teams, from Fittes and Rotwell and Tendy’s and— and Grimble, they die out in the field. They’ve got adults, they’ve got backup, they’ve got every bloody thing they need at their disposal, and you think—” Your voice broke, and you took a deep breath. “And you think you can do it alone?”

“I’m not alone,” Anthony said. “I’ve got George.”

“You really don’t get it,” you whispered with a pained laugh, “do you?”

“Can I get you some tea?” Anthony offered that smile again, and it should’ve been the same but it wasn’t.

“I don’t want tea, I want you to see what the hell you’re doing!” you exclaimed. “We had this exact same conversation when you went off to do your grades with— with that freelancer. I woke up every morning and wondered if you hadn’t. I went to bed every night and wondered if you hadn’t. It drove me insane, Anthony, and it’s part of the reason my parents sent me so far off for boarding school! I couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you were doing, and now you’re telling me that you’re not only going to be an agent, but you’re doing it with one other boy as young as you are?”

“I don’t know what else I can tell you except that it’s going to be okay!” Anthony ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I told you I would be okay when I went off with Sykes, and I was. Why can you not just trust in my ability— trust in me?”

“You know why I can’t just trust,” you uttered. “We’ve both been through this before, Anthony.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but it just shut as he stared at you with desperation in his eyes. It took him a moment to gather himself.

“I…” Anthony sighed, looking at you fully. “I thought about you every day that I was gone, same as you. Wondering how you were doing, what I would say when I got back. Because I knew I would come back.”

You bit your lip. Whereas you’d shrunk into yourself after you lost your brother, Anthony forced himself to be more confident, more sure of anything and everything when he found himself on his own. You supposed he had no other choice.

And right now, it felt like you didn’t have one either.

“I have to go,” you murmured absently. “It’s getting late.”

You picked up your bags from the couch, your lips pressing into a sad excuse for a smile as you walked past him. Anthony said your name, the pleading of it all almost enough to make you stop, but you continued on your way.

“Have a good night, Anthony,” you said.

And then you walked out.

Dinner with your parents was hollow. They talked and joked around you, tried to include you in conversation, but you felt none of the usual warmth.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Anthony and his fated stubbornness, about that stupid sign on the railing and his stupid agency, and try as you might, you couldn’t stop thinking about your brother.

Your parents were kind enough not to ask any questions behind the cursory ‘are you okay’s, leaving you to your own devices when they retired for the night. You wondered if they knew that Anthony was back, and if so, if they knew all this agency business.

Maybe they did. Maybe they just thought it would be better to not tell you, because they knew you would act exactly the way you were acting.

You just sat on the couch, staring at the required reading on your lap as the whir of the washing machine filled your ears, unable to absorb any of the words.

You grew up next door to Anthony, and it didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends. You bumped into each other on walks with your family, you saw each other at the supermarket, and soon enough you were knocking on each other's doors begging the other’s parents to allow for hangouts. You became the best of friends with the biggest aspirations for life, aspirations that the world was sure to crush.

Tragedy struck a multitude of times, first in your brother, then his parents, and lastly his sister. You lost count of the nights you spent sleeping over with each other when you couldn’t stand to be alone—in the first few months after his parents, he practically lived at your house—sometimes talking through the late hours, sometimes crying through them. Either way, you did it together.

You did everything together, and then Anthony went where you couldn’t follow.

After Jessica’s death, he withdrew into himself. It took a while to break through, and it felt like just as you did, Anthony was telling you his decision to go off and study under a freelancer that went by the Gravedigger of all names. You questioned if you would ever see him again, and he assured you with a smile that of course you would.

How many nights you spent staring at the ceiling questioning why you had been born without talent, you couldn’t remember.

And now Anthony was back, and he was throwing himself even further into his work, into danger, and it was like you were reliving the empty months all over again.

The knock on the door rang out, jarring you from your thoughts, and you knew who it was immediately. You still took a moment of pause before you pushed the book off your lap and walked over to the door, your lips pressing into a thin line when you opened it and saw Anthony.

“Can we talk?” he asked bluntly.

You stepped aside wordlessly, adjusting the iron charm that hung over the door after you closed it.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” Anthony said.

“I haven’t done any of it,” you said. “I only got back the other day. My parents did all the holiday decorating while I was away.”

“Ah.” He still smiled. “It looks lovely either way. Very festive.”

“They’ll be happy to hear it.”

Anthony sighed, finally turning to look back at you and your crossed arms. “Has it really been that long?”

You glanced away. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Long enough that we’ve been reduced to niceties.” He shrugged. “We’ve always known what each other meant without even having to ask. We could have entire conversations just with eye contact, and now you can hardly even look at me.”

“I guess it has been that long,” you murmured. “You’ve been off training to become an agent, and I’ve been off doing schoolwork.”

“That’s never stood in the way before.” Anthony gestured with his hand, his laugh strained. “Remember what we said when we were younger? That we would always be friends, that— that we would always be together.”

“That was before everything changed,” you said quietly.

“Before my parents,” he said bluntly. “Before our siblings.”

You blinked away tears, turning away so he couldn’t see. It had been years and the simple mention of him was still enough to open the wound again. Maybe it never really closed.

“I just don’t understand how you want to be an agent after everything that’s happened,” you said.

“I don’t expect you to understand it,” Anthony said. “I just know that it was what I was meant to do.”

That got you. You turned around, disbelief painted on your face, and you shook your head. “How can it be what you’re meant to do, Anthony? People— children— die every single goddamn day! How can anyone be meant for that?”

“Because I’m able to help people,” he said. “I’ve got what some people call the best Sight they’ve seen in a long time, and if I can use it to help innocent people be rid of Visitors, I’m going to.”

“Why does it have to be you?” You gave up trying to hide your emotion, your voice cracking in full force. “Why does it have to be you on your own?”

“Fittes and Rotwell…” he shook his head. “They’ve lost sight of what this is all meant for. They don’t care. Lockwood and Co will care.”

“You’re needlessly reckless,” you said. “I mean— you don’t even see it! You’ve been on your own for so long with only ghosts for company that you’ve forgotten there are still people out there that care about you.” You wiped away a loose tear in frustration. “People like me, Anthony.”

He stayed silent.

“You will never have any respite,” you continued. “People make errors in their jobs every day and they move on— if you make an error, that’s it. A— am I going to find out you’re dead the same way I found out about all this? I’m going to come home for the holidays, I’m going to see that sign on your fence is gone, someone new has moved into 35 Portland Row, and that’s going to be it.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he said.

“And how can you be so sure?”

“I’m better with a rapier than any agent in London, my Sight has only grown more powerful, and I’ve got connections,” Anthony said. “George used to work with Fittes, he’s an all-rounder, and he is the best researcher I’ve ever seen. We’re going to be fine.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “That’s exactly what my brother told me.”

Anthony’s face softened, and you felt like you were ten again. Sitting on the floor of the living room with him, watching some old-timey movie your parents had on DVD as you passed a bowl of popcorn between you two. The door rang, you ran over to get it, and you were met by two stone-faced men.

“Are your parents home, miss?”

Anthony said your name, but you shook your head.

“I already lost him,” you said quietly. “I’m not going to sit around and watch as you throw yourself into danger and lose you too.”

“Then I guess this is it,” Anthony said.

Your throat burned. “I guess it is.”

The two of you stared at each other for a good long while—it was like Anthony was trying to call your bluff, trying to see if you were going to fold. But you meant every word. You loved him too much to watch him face death on every job, not when you couldn’t do a single thing about it.

You let Anthony pull you into a hug, and try as you might you just couldn’t. The dam broke inside of you and you wrapped your arms around him as tight as possible, a silent goodbye that meant everything.

Perhaps it was selfish, pushing him away on your own terms because you couldn’t stand to watch him meet his fate. Throwing away a decade of friendship all because you were too weak to wait with bated breath every time he went on a job, to go back to staring at pictures of you two together when you were kilometers away at school wondering if he was still alive.

But you wouldn’t— you couldn’t— go through it again. You had no Talent, so you had no choice but to stand idly by as children better and braver than you went out into the field to keep the streets of London safe. As Anthony risked his name showing up in the obituaries every day.

You wondered every day if things would have been different had you been different, if you had been able to follow your brother to Grimble. And now, if you were able to join Anthony’s agency to make sure he didn’t lose himself. Your brother had been facing his death without fear for five years until it finally caught up to him, and the darkest part of you couldn’t help but think when it would catch up to Anthony as well.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he pulled away, and you could have dissolved into tears right there. You always wondered if he knew how you felt about him. It was a shame you’d never get to see what could have been.

“I promise that everything will be okay,” he murmured. “My door will always be open to you.”

Don’t make promises you can’t keep, you wanted to say. You’re the same age as he was and I can’t stop thinking about it.

But instead, you just nodded. “Stay alive.”

There was a glimmer of sadness in his smile. “I couldn’t do anything less with you around.”

You managed a watery laugh, and you bit down hard on your lip. You couldn’t cry anymore.

“I’ll see you soon,” Anthony said, stopping in the doorway after he opened it. A promise to himself more than you.

“I hope so,” was all you could say.

Anthony bowed his head to you, closed the door behind him, and then he was gone.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood & co x reader #lockwood & co #x reader #reader insert #sadie writes

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queenie-official · 6 months

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hey pookies can we please write more A.J. fics? 😔 👉👈 i’m desperate 😭

like look at him 😩 i’ll take anything please

#living off of scraps #aj takers x reader #aj x reader #aj takers #takers #takers 2010 #hayden christensen #need him so bad #look at the tattoos on his arm #wanna nibble on his arms #he’s so fine #this whole scene #was so attractive #like the way he beat up everyone at once #😩😩😩#he’s so pretty #please please please #queenie’s thoughts xx<3

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The Green Light: Teaser

Summary: Teaser. Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet?

Warnings: Smut, Husband Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Full story coming soon! Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car.

2 Missed Calls - Andy Bear

3 New Texts - Andy Bear

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring.

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes.

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now.

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk.

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long.

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy.

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…”

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt.

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…”

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

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tmbgareok · 10 months

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missvelvetsstuff · 7 months

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The Wrong One

Reader met Steve while he was on the run and stuck with him thru everything. Until he saw Peggy Carter again.

Reader x Steve Rogers, Reader x Bucky Barnes

Chapter 15: Home Again

Notes: I know this one is a little short but I'm juggling too much and real life stress has been picking on my muse so I wanted to get this out.

I have a little bit left to write for this pair but am unsure about writing some smut for them. LMK what you think.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

The next morning Y/N was woken up by Winnie softly patting her face and babbling "MaaaMaaa."

She opened her eyes and Winnie laughed, making her smile. "Hi sweet girl."

Winnie clapped and Y/N noticed the smell of bacon and coffee wafting into the room. She sat up and changed Winnie, picking her up before moving into the living room where she could see Bucky in the kitchen cooking, singing and dancing which made Winnie laugh and bounce in her arms.

The sound of laughter made Bucky stop still and spin around to see his girls, his entire world, watching him. He would never let them out of his sight again.

"Good morning doll. Princess Winnie. Breakfast is almost ready."

Y/N smiled. Her heart felt so full after the terror of the last couple of days chasing Steve around, she had her baby girl back in her arms and the best man she could ever ask for in the kitchen, making breakfast for them.

They laughed and joked while they ate, both carrying lighter hearts. Together with their little family was home, no matter where they were.

After breakfast she took Winnie for a bath and ended up soaked from Winnie playing in the water so just climbed into the tub with her.

She took her time washing her daughter's hair and paid close attention to finger and toe nails, tickling Winnie until she squealed. They played with rubber duckies, The Avengers set. Winnie's favorite was Thor and Y/N's favorite was obviously the Winter Soldier.

Bucky came to check on them after hearing Winnie screaming in delight. He laughed when he saw them both soaked and covered in bubbles, laughing joyously.

"Did you need any help in here, doll? You're making a bit of a mess."

She looked up at him smiling "I don't know Jamie, think you can fit in this bathtub, too?" And giggled.

Bucky smiled "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Why don't I just rinse off this little princess so you can finish cleaning yourself up."

Winnie put her arms up, smiling at him "Upupupup, Bubu, upup!"

He grabbed a towel and picked her up "Come on princess, we'll let mama finish her bath." He dressed her up and brushed her hair before adding a ribbon.

Y/N quickly finished cleaning up and dressed herself.

Once they had cleaned the place up they loaded into the quinjet to return home. Finally.

As they walked into her house that evening, they heard poppers and party horns. Pepper, Morgan, Sam, Sarah, Cass, A.J., Shuri, Ayo and Val were waiting for them and a welcome home banner stretched across the vaulted ceiling. Food from Y/N's favorite restaurant was set up on the kitchen counter.

Bucky put Winnie into her high chair and gave her some pasta and bread to eat then sat next to her and pulled Y/N onto his lap and started feeding her.

Sam sat at the table across from them and rolled his eyes "You two need to get a room." followed by gagging sounds.

He became serious for a moment

"Our Steve is alright, a bit dehydrated and shook up but will be fine." He looked at his hands "He would like to meet his daughter but won't do anything unless it's ok with you."

Y/N shook her head "I don't know Sam. I know he didn't do this but we're gonna need a minute. He did leave me and-" she paused. "I don't know."

Bucky gently rubbed her back in quiet support.

Sam nodded "I understand. Don't beat yourself up if you can't do it. He made his bed. I gave you the message and will drop it now."

He looked at Winnie's butter covered face "Hey my little Winn-girl. Is that good food?"

Winnie laughed and nodded, reaching for him with sticky hands "Saaaaaa!"

He picked her up "Let's get you cleaned up Winn-girl." and took her into the bathroom.

Y/N turned to look at Bucky and smiled, feeling her face heat up at how he still affected her. Sitting in his lap was definitely doing something and she tried not to move around too much but being this close, wrapped up in his arms made her all kinds of hot.

She felt her panties moisten and froze wondering if he would smell that. On one hand, it was a little scary to think of him knowing what he did to her but on the other hand, him being able to smell her arousal to know her that intimately without her needing to say a word, was turning her on more.

Bucky cleared his throat and everyone quieted, he looked around to see everyone watching him and had to push down his fear. He picked her up as he stood, carefully set her back down in the chair and went down one knee.

Y/N stared at him, wide eyed and heart racing.

Bucky pulled a small box out of his pocket and gave her a lopsided grin. "Y/N" he spoke softly and looked in her eyes "I have been in love with you since the day we met, never met anyone so incredible. Caring and loyal, smart and stubborn, beautiful and strong. You are everything I could ever want and the last few days have driven home how fragile it all is. I don't want to wait any longer to start our life together." He looked at her hopefully "Marry me?"

Y/N felt like she couldn't get any words out so started nodding enthusiastically as tears ran down her face before she could finally get it out "YES! Yes James. I will marry you."

She had forgotten there were other people there and was snapped out of her daze when she heard clapping, laughing and yelling. She looked around and smiled at their friends.

Bucky had a difficult time putting the ring on her shaking hands while his were almost as shaky. When it was in place Y/N put her hand up to look at the ring, a vintage style, 1 carat sapphire surrounded by smaller diamonds, and sighed.

"It's beautiful James"

Bucky grinned "Nowhere near as beautiful as you are doll." He pulled her close, whispering in her ear

"and all mine."

She shivered at the images those three words invoked, wrapping her hands up in his hair and kissed him with everything she had before pulling back, panting. She pulled on his hair and grinned when she heard his quiet whimper

"I am yours, James, always but you better not forget that you are mine. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone."

She kissed him and nipped at his lower lip, making him growl.

"Careful doll."

Y/N flashed a huge smile at him and whispered back "I'm not scared of you, sarge."

He squeezed her hip and groaned "Later sweetheart, I hope you're ready for me." His nostrils flared and he smirked "Sure smells like you are."

She felt her face heat up and hoped he couldn't tell.

Sam brought Winnie to them while Pepper popped a bottle of champagne and handed out full glasses to everyone starting with Y/N and Bucky.

Winnie laughed and cheered along until Bucky gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She grabbed his face babbling "Bubu" and gave him a sloppy kiss back.

It was after midnight when the last of the guests cleared out.

Bucky carefully picked up Winnie who had fallen asleep on the couch and put her to bed.

He came back out to find Y/N in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, and shook his head before coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck.

He started kissing down her neck and shoulder "Come on doll, I'll take care of those in the morning." He nibbled on her neck and whispered in her ear "I wanna take you to bed and spend the nite worshipping you." softly running his hands down her arms.

She felt her core heating up and whined "Buuucky! Stop teasing!"

Bucky quickly turned her around and picked her up bridal style to carry her to the bedroom.

"It's not teasing if I follow through, doll."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #steve rogers x reader #the wrong one

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aqua-dan · 2 months

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Everybody gangsta until they imagine Garth looking at little Lian and getting teary eyed because she reminds him of A.J

Everybody Gangsta until they imagine Garth seeing Roy struggle to put Lian to sleep and buts in to show him hows its done by using the same tricks he used on A.J

Everybody gangsta until they headcanon that A.J preferred to be held by Garth instead of Mera or Arthur

OUGH OUGH OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Hey anon, you're killing me but you are so valid <3 I'm no gangsta,, I'm just a sappy bitch and I love the very human interactions any given pair of characters can have.

I just think that Roy and Garth happen to have potential interactions that lead them to being very important to each other/highly relevant to each other's situations.

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#Dan Says Shit #Garth #Roy Harper #Lian Harper

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cirrus-grey · 9 months

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I have now finished watching Good Omens Season 2

If you haven't already, please block the tag "good omens spoilers" - I won't post anything else until Friday night at the earliest, but after that all bets are off.

@albertinesimonet, I did not manage a full liveblog but I did jot down my reactions after watching each episode, and those are compiled under the cut :)

(SPOILERS!)

Episode 1:

Holy flipping fuck are they actually making the ineffable husbands canon???

Okay.

Look.

I saw that it was trending alongside Supernatural and OFMD. I suspected it was going this way, and the season had ended with some sort of confession/immediate separation.

That did not prepare me for the season to open with Crowley saying "hello gorgeous" to a nebula and Aziraphale being disappointed that Crowley wasn't talking to him. Or for Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy to be playing while Crowley rushed to Aziraphale's aid, like-

This is a fanfic. This is a motherfucking fanfic, and I am pleased to say that my brain is processing it as such, a well-written but ultimately non-canon fanfic (*puts on my "I still have book!omens brainrot" shirt*) that just so happens to have been written by one of the original authors.

Anyway, outside of my snorting disbelief that the first ship that I ever shipped is apparently going canon in one 'verse, I do actually have some legitimate theories, which run as follows:

A. I know this season is the plot-bridge between the original novel and what would have been the sequel, and B. I know the sequel was going to involve the second coming of Christ, therefore C. I suspect this Resurrectionist group that kept getting hinted at in the promos is trying to bring Jesus back, Gabriel found out and tried to stop it, and that's why he lost his memories. I'm a tad bit surprised Heaven as a whole doesn't seem to be involved in the return of their special boy, but I guess we'll see how that plays out as the season goes along.

Episode 2:

Oh hey, I've read this one before! "It's ancient Biblical times and Crowley and Aziraphale are angsting about their orders and finding solace in each other's company" may have never gotten its own tag, but there are certainly enough fics about it that it could.

"Can I be a blue one?" Weird kids are the best.

So the Resurrectionist is a pub, not a group. Still think they have something to do with the second coming, but I'm open to being proven wrong.

Gotta say, I didn't expect Every Day to be plot-relevant. I knew they had it for the soundtrack, but I'm really liking this sort of spooky-mystery-music-mixup they've got going with it - love the way its incorporated into the end credits, too.

Totally down for master-thief Jane Austen, btw.

How many people are writing fics about Crowley and Aziraphale getting caught in a rainstorm and hiding under an awning even as I type...

Episode 3:

How to run a bookshop, a guide by A.J. Crowley: Carry large stacks of books around aimlessly and then toss them on the floor when you get bored.

I'm honestly surprised his awning plan nearly worked. Curses be upon weak awnings, I suppose.

I do like that the Bentley recognizes that it has to play nice with whichever one of its dads is in the driver's seat lol

Okay so they keep drawing attention to the fact that there's flies in the bookshop, and now Beelzebub is acting off. Are the flies like... telepathically communicating Gabriel's worldviews to them? Is that how they figured out he was there?

That bit he said when Crowley mentioned tempests is definitely from the Revelations. I unfortunately don't know enough about the Revelations to draw any new conclusions from this. I know they deal with the apocalypse and the antichrist, but that was S1 stuff so there must be something else...

(That bit definitely sounded like Rapture stuff though, just saying)

Lotta talk about people coming back from the dead, here. It's doing little to dissuade me from my idea that this is all related to the second coming. Their "little" miracle was strong enough to bring 25 people back? Okay. How did Gabriel add his own power to it... and who did he bring back? (Does 1 Jesus = 25 normal people?)

...Okay yeah I just googled it and the second coming (and the rapture) is definitely in Revelations. Apparently the appearance of the antichrist is its herald. *insert 'oh yeah it's all coming together' gif here*

...

Several-hours later addition: When they were talking about gravity Gabriel seemed upset that the book didn't stay where it was put, "it goes down." And that flies go up.

...did he "go down," turning into a human, and is Beelzebub "going up," and that's why they're so worried about finding Gabriel? Figure out what happened to him, so it doesn't happen to them as well? Hmm...

Episode 4:

"The rumors that you two are an item..." Yeah holy fuck they're actually doing this. I don't know why it keeps catching me by surprise??? I guess it's not like, the forefront of the plot, so every time it comes to the front it feels a bit like a new thing, but still.

Aziraphale's smug fucking little eyebrow raise at that "I didn't think you were his type." He's like yeah, and what do you know, hm?

Did not expect the entire episode to be backstory, but that was very cute, especially given how much people fixated on the church scene in S1. That little showcase of their trust, both of them worried it'll go wrong but still willing to try because they feel safe with each other. I like that they managed to keep the tension of the setting, that "I'm pointing a gun at my best friend and this could go horribly wrong" feeling, even when it's well-established that the worst that could happen is paperwork.

Also, Crowley trying really, really hard to give Aziraphale positive feedback on his magic tricks even when he knows they suck. That's true love, right there.

Another showcase of people coming back from the dead. We've had the kids getting "brought back" from shape-shifting, the "resurrectionists" digging up dead bodies, and now actual honest-to-god zombies. I am Sensing A Theme.

...are the zombies still around? What's-is-face the demon did say eternal undeath...

Aaaaaand there's going to be an army of demons dropping in on the local business association meeting. I hope Aziraphale has enough tea cakes for everyone.

Episode 5:

SEAMSTRESSES SHOUTOUT ITS A FUCKING DISCWORLD REFERENCE

I know most people are probably going wild over the Dr. Who references but. It's the seamstresses guild...

I'm sure Mrs. Sandwich and Rosie Palm would get along famously.

In other news wow they're just being blatant about the ineffableness of these husbands now, aren't they? The great thing about that is I'm watching it with my parents and I don't think either of them have clicked that it's going canon - like, they're just interpreting it as a running bit, 'haha isn't it funny that everyone keeps mistaking them as a couple' kind of thing. The same thing happened when I showed them OFMD, neither of them realized Ed and Stede were actually going to be a real canon thing until the kiss. I mean, maybe they've worked out that this is going somewhere by now? But I don't want to ask in case they haven't, because I'd love to see their reaction if it blindsides them.

I am Not Normal about the dancing. Aziraphale's giddy little grin when he drags Crowley to the floor? The fucking. Hand presses. I've probably read too much Jane Austen if I'm going this insane about them just pressing their palms together.

And just... that whole fucking scene. The amount of queer people - either queercoded or just flat-out obviously queer - is making my heart feel full. When Aziraphale referred to the magic shop owner's partner using 'they' before we met them I thought it was just, you know, being polite, he'd never met them and didn't want to assume, but then they showed up in person and folks were still using they and they were so obviously giving a huge middle finger to gender norms I just-

Man I need to watch more queer shows I love this feeling.

And the army of demons is more of a large crowd but, well, still threatening. I like the use of masks to hide demonic traits, clever costuming detail there.

But. My dudes. Don't split up, what the fuck are you doing? You've been here for all of human history, you know how stories go, surely you know things always go wrong when you split the party??? I love protective!crowley, I do, but my dude taking off to bring this mess to heaven's attention is not the way to go about saving your angel. And Aziraphale, buddy, I don't know what you're planning to summon there but I really don't think it's going to go well.

...Maybe he's planning to teleport himself, Gabriel, and the humans up to heaven, too, to get them away from the demon crowd. It would be funny if Crowley and what's their name, Muriel, step out of the elevator and Aziraphale is just. There already.

(I don't think that's gonna happen though. I think everything is just gonna get Worse)

Anyway sidenote Lottie if you've read this far, when Gabriel started talking about feeling like a house I immediately thought of you, I know that's a theme you like ♡

Episode 6:

Jesus Christ!

(Called it!)

So I got a lot of the details wrong, but I was spot on with my two big predictions from the beginning. (Hey that ending reminded me of OFMD and Supernatural, I've got a great idea, why don't we all blog about the three of them and get them trending together-)

Gotta say, I'd only given a passing thought to Gabriel and Beelzebub being a Thing, their shippers must be going wild.

I knew there was a reason they kept drawing attention to that fly.

*Spots fire extinguishers* "Hey is that a Magnus Archives ref-" *Is brutally murdered with a lead pipe before I can finish*

I actually kind of love that Nina and Maggie didn't get together at the end of it all? I had felt like it was all going a bit too fast for them and I'm so glad they acknowledged that. They've got time, now, to work things out, and I love that they left it with the certainty that they'd be there for each other in the future... but not quite yet.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And they fit in the halos-used-as-lethal-frisbees-sequence! That was fabulous, I want to see more exploding headgear.

...anyway I think that's all the little bits I wanted to mention before getting to the Main Event.

I'm actually... not all that devastated about that ending? Like, okay, my heart was breaking watching it, the miscommunication and assumptions leading to a dramatic separation, it's tragic and angsty and oh my god my ship kissed my first ever ship kissed they did it they did the thing-

But. Two seconds after the credits started rolling my mind was already flying to, "oh thank goodness, they've got a Source On The Inside now and they might actually have a shot at stopping the end of the world instead of, you know, being blindsided by it because no one in heaven or hell is talking to them"

Like, sure, major breakup here, Crowley's gonna be pissed and Aziraphale might have to do their silly little "I'm sorry" dance three or four times before they can actually get down to business, but I don't think there's a question that both of them still trust each other immensely and know they can rely on each other to help out in a pinch. They'll be walking on eggshells for a bit, but it's pretty obvious that Aziraphale wouldn't have taken the promotion if he'd known Crowley wasn't going to come with him and as soon as he manages to properly communicate that fact they'll be fine.

(Sidenote, this, right here, exemplifies the difference between Book!Aziraphale and TV!Aziraphale. Book!Aziraphale is way more cynical about the whole heaven-and-hell system, he'd never say "heaven's still the good guys," and he'd be very, very suspicious of a sudden promotion landing in his lap after such a tumultuous sequence of events. TV!Aziraphale might not be the sweet little innocent bean fandom makes him out to be, but damn is he naive compared to his book counterpart. Makes me wonder how much of the hypothetical sequel has to change to work with this plotline - I'd bet my ass he wasn’t an archangel in that one.)

Can Crowley... hear the soundtrack? "No nightingales" like how does he know that's significant? Sir you are breaking the fourth wall-

(And how powerful is he? He's a nobody in hell but he keeps stopping time and could access classified documents up in heaven, something made his and Aziraphale's miracle blow up and apparently it wasn't Gabriel, and he also just brought a whole ass dude back from the dead??? Maybe those "Crowley is Raphael" theorists from S1 had a point)

Anyway, to cap it all off: my current predictions for S3 are the aforementioned ineffable husbands makeup and subsequent spy shenanigans as they scramble to try to stop Apocalypse 2: Jesus Boogaloo; they fail and Jesus comes back, but instead of following the Great Plan he instead chooses to side with "all of humanity against all of heaven and hell" (maybe Adam shows up too to help out?); and Crowley, despite his repeated protests, actually does end up running a bookshop because he doesn't trust Muriel to do it properly.

I summation, yes I am still alive, and very excited for the next season, whenever it happens. Also I need gifsets of the dance scene and that kiss ASAP please and thank you.

#im posting this and then going to bed so ill answer any comments in the morning ♡#good omens tv #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #original post #my good omens stuff #<- good god i need to back-tag a lot of posts into that group

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Hi Jenn. Have you read - or are you aware of - the novel "Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow" by Gabrielle Zevin. Would love to hear your thoughts if so. If not, I'd still like to ask you a question about it. The author is a mostly YA author but I found the book on the adult's table. I've seen it classified as both YA and Adult. And I'm not sure what it is! The novel follows two characters as kids, then as college students, then into their twenties for the bulk of the novel, with some later chapters near the end following them in their 30's. Is this Young Adult? New Adult? Adult Adult? Is there overlap? Or is it just an adult novel written by an author known for several YA novels? It seems to have different classifications, and I'm curious if this has been a debut how it would have been pitched to publishers? Is it only the author's previous works that has it confused as YA or the fact the characters are children/college students at some points.

Let me start by saying: Gabrielle Zevin is a tremendous writer. I'm a fan of her, I'm a fan of her work. So it is not at all a dig at her for me to say, I very much disagree with your premise that she is "a mostly YA author." She hasn't published a YA book in over ten years, whereas she HAS published several well-received, bestselling literary adult novels since then. (If you haven't read The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry, it's one of my favorites!)

You found TOMORROW on the adult table because it's an adult book. If you've seen TOMORROW "classified as YA" -- that's a mistake. Whoever classified it that way was wrong. It's simply not a YA novel, at all. It would never have been pitched or published as a YA novel, regardless of who wrote it or when in their career they wrote it, because, well, it isn't one.

Adult books can have teenagers and children in them! Even as main characters! (This one happens to span three decades and I'd argue that the main characters are mostly in their adult era anyway, but hey). Like Curtis Sittenfeld's PREP is primarily set in a prep school amongst teenagers -- it is NOT A YA book, though, because it's about older adults looking back on a time in their youth through an adult lens.

YA books don't have grown-ass adults as main/POV characters, nor do they span large chunks of adult people's lives, nor should they be told with an adult-looking-back-with-the-knowledge-that-adults-have perspective.

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Luffy: Hey! So I got this thing *holds up A.J.*

Luffy: He doesn't know any manners at all, you can fix that, right?

Makino: Not again--!

Makino loves A.J, but just like Luffy he is shit with manners (he can do them but only when NECESSARY)

A.J Is a lot like his dad, they share a lot of faces, buut he got his patients from his papa Zoro

YEA ITS A ZOLU STORY!

#one piece #monkey d luffy #roanoa zoro #op makino #reborn ace au

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hi!! are there any funny Crowley-centric fics you can find? thank you <3

Hello! Here are some fics for you...

DO NOT LICK THE WALLS (Honestly) by Aaymeirah (G)

“Hey, Crowley, I dare you to lick the walls,” he said, just loud enough for the two file demons to hear and turn to look at him with interest. Crowley lowered his sunglasses just enough for his snake eyes to glare intimidatingly at the impudent Marquis. The damned soul merely continued to smile challengingly, uncowed.

Or, Crowley was the first to lick the walls of Hell. In his defense, the Marquis de Sade dared him to do so.

The Demonic Murder by Luinlothana (G)

What does a demon do when his favourite angel doesn’t happen to be around? He encourages (a) murder. In a manner of speaking.

This is, surprisingly, mostly fluff with more bird dialogue than reasonable.

I Know What You Are by KillHitlerAgain (G)

Winnie has been living in the same flat for fifty years. And over that fifty years, her upstairs neighbor (A man named A.J. Crowley) had never seemed to age a day. She thinks she's figured out why.

better find another superstition by cool lesbian (G)

All Crowley wanted was a peaceful night in with a bath bomb and some chill music. He never planned on spending his time playing therapist for these drunk college girls.

The Monk Story (Among Others) by kbaycolt (G)

Crowley likes to tell jokes in Hell.

Friendship is Demonic Magic by Shadow0kana & whtbout2ndbrkfst (T)

After Crowley interrupts Aziraphale and Anathema’s phone conversations one too many times, Aziraphale suggests the two have their own meetups to discuss what they have in common. Cue monthly coffee dates between a witch and a demon who can passionately discuss (debate) anything from Halloween to Astronomy to Hamlet… while also conspiring to form a book swap aimed at getting Aziraphale to read anything written after 1950.

- Mod D

#good omens #crowley #humour #mod d

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More cuddly romance and art love for my favourite couple of Equestrian gals in human style from the EG portion of The Eternal Courtship.

"Have you told them about us?" Chryssi's deep, multi-tonal voice spoke softly. "Hmm?" Twilights forehead bunched up. "Who? My parents?" Her lips drew into a mischievous smirk. "They already know. You saw to that." She prodded Chryssi's chest playfully and giggled. "You big butt." She continued her poking at her lover's belly and ribs with the kind of aggressive zeal reserved for young lovers at heart. Chryssi laughed and gestured in surrender to the assault. She pulled her lavender treasure closer and kissed the top of her head. "Heh... No. Your friends, lilac." It was her turn to smirk now. "You know, the ones I keep hearing about meeting?" "Erf. No." Twilight huffed and nestled back into her lover's arms, finding her comfy spot again. "Not that I haven't thought about it." Chryssi held her and chuckled teasingly. "Embarrassed of your wild fling of personal growth with a strange woman?" "Of course not. I just..." She sighed and kissed Chryssi's chest. "What do I even say?" She raised her voice an octave. "Hey girls! How's your summer been? Everyone looking forward to another semester of University life? Me, I'm great! Oh- this big gal here? She's my Wife, you know, biker, head of the H.I.V.E. Corporation, Royalty. She's also like a bajillion years old and kind of a immortal succubus." "You left out the part about being good in bed." Twilight tittered. She started to say something but paused. Everyone else had found a significant other years ago. Rarity and A.J were inseparable. Dash and Flutters seemed so happy together. Pinkie somehow made Sunset behave long enough to be a surprisingly good couple. Then again, how anyone could dislike Pinkie was beyond her understanding. Considering the intimate relationships of her friends, maybe she should tell them about that. They did share pretty much everything, didn't they? Besides As much as she probably shouldn't, she, everyone's "quiet bookworm friend" wouldn't mind rubbing her newfound highly physical relationship with a wealthy, altruistic force of nature in a few faces. A wicked smile formed on her lips. The new queen had only begun to spread her wings.

#my art #mlpfim #mlpau #mlp eg #twisalis #twilight sparkle #queen chrysalis #mlp human au #lgbtq #love #lesbian #romance #eternal courtship #ashleyfableblack

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Labyrinth

Paring: Rooster x OC A.J. "Maroon" Dawson

Warnings: Language, drinking, Mentions of Smut. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Hey babes! So this piece is a sequel to one of my other works Maroon. If you haven't read it, go check it out before reading this one! Enjoy!

"Son of a bitch" Rooster cursed. He was working on a gear of his plane and dropped the wrench just out of his grasp.

He reached down to pick it up only for another hand to snatch it before he could get it.

He climbed out from under the plane to see who it was.

He wiped his hands on his flight suit before looking up at them.

And when he did he froze. No, this couldn't be real. Was the California heat playing tricks on him? Had he gone into G-LOC and was hallucinating? Had all those years if flying finally caught up to him and drove him mad?

There was no way she was real, there was no way she was standing infront of him right now.

He blinked slowly a few times, as if to see if she would still be there when he opened his eyes, she she was. When if finally clicked in his mind that maybe he wasn't going crazy he spoke.

"Maroon?" He breathed out. "Rooni, it that really you? Are you really here right now? Are you... are you real?" He had tears forming in his eyes

She smiled back at him before placing the wrench down on the tool bag next to him.

"It's me Rooster. I'm here. I'm real." She beamed at him.

"Oh my god." Rooster sighed. He rushed forward pulling her into his arms tightly. He lifted her off of the ground, spinning her in a passionate hug. The task he was working on long forgotten.

"I can't believe it." He whispered to himself. "I can't believe you're here."

Maroon laughed with delight as Rooster spun her around. He carefully set her down on the ground but didn't let her go.

There was a silence between the two of them as Maroon wondered if Rooster was about to kiss her and he wondered the same.

Though he wanted to, Rooster thought it best not to do so because I had been two years since they had seen each other, while he certainly hadn't gotten over her, he didn't know if she had moved on.

"I feel like we've done this before." Rooni says gesturing between Rooster, his plane, and his tools.

"Seems like we have." He smiled at her. "When, when did you get back?" He asks looking down at his boots.

"I got in late yesterday. Just got done with a test flight. I start training here next week... permanently." She tells him.

"Last time was supposed to be permanent too." Rooster states.

"I know, but I made sure this time. I have the contract to prove it. The only way I'll leave San Diego is if I died, get fired, or retire. This is it for me. This is where I want to be." Maroon tells him with certainty in her voice.

"Well then, just so you know I have a reputation for being the best instructor here. Don't think you are just going to waltz in here and take that title from me." He jokes.

"Roosie, if you teach the way you play pool, I doubt I will have to try too hard." She laughs.

He cracks a smile.

"Do you have any plans this evening ma'am?" Rooster asks her hoping she doesn't.

"As a matter of fact I do not sir. What are you proposing?" Rooni asks him.

"Well A.J., if you don't have anything better to do, I was hoping you would like to get a drink with me, and lose a pool game or two, I've been practicing. Bradley suggests.

"Sounds like a plan. Meet you at the Hard Deck at 7?" She asks him.

"Sure thing. See you then." He smiles at her once more before she leaves.

The moment she is out of sight Rooster does his happy dance, and thanks God or whoever else sent her back to him and gave him a second chance. He didn't plan to waste it.

At 7pm on the dot Maroon walked into the Hard Deck. Rooster was already at the bar waiting on her, a beer ready for both of them.

His breath caught in his throat we he saw her walk in. She was wearing some denim pants, a black top that hugged her body, and a crimson cardigan. Her hair was in its signature braid, and her lips were painted the same shade as her call sign. It took all of his strength not to focus on them everytime she opened her mouth.

It was even harder for him to not think about the way they tasted against his, or how the shade would contrast his tan skin as they grazed his body.

Fuck... this was going to be a long evening.

After sitting down beside him, they talked as if no time had passed catching each other up on everything and enjoying being near one another again.

Bradley's heart skipped a beat every time she threw her head back laughing. At some point in the conversation, even though he had tried to not say it, the words came out "Are you seeing anyone?"

Her eyes went wide at his question and he immediately felt bad and countered with " I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that."

"No it's okay. I'm not. When I left Fightertown I closed myself off. And just being back on the other side of the states. I just couldn't date. I didn't want to. No one there was..." she trailed off before turning to face him and shook her head.

She didn't finish her sentence but Rooster knew she almost said that no one there was him. He knew how she felt because that's how he had been over the past two years. No matter how hard he tried. No other woman compared to her.

"Gosh it is warm in here." A.J. said snapping him back to reality. She quickly shrugged off her cardigan and reached her arm out and placed it on his thigh. "How about that game off pool? Ready to lose?" She challenged him.

Rooster froze for a moment and look down to where her hand rested and that's when he saw it running the length of her inner left forearm.

A new tattoo.

A carnation. A maroon carnation. With something written in the stem.

"What's this?" He asked picking up her arm and admiring it.

"I lost the silk one you gave me during a move. I had saved the note but it disappeared. It killed me that it was gone because of the promise it represented. So, I got that I'll never lose and will never die. Do you like it?" She asks tentatively.

He examins her arm closely. Gently touching it with his fingers.

The delicate petals of the flower are outlined in black and then filled with maroon ink. The stem runs down from it, but instead of being a solid line, it's made of words.

His eyes go wide as he recognizes his own hand writing. There, forever etched into her skin, for all the world to see are his words "I will love you until the last one dies."

"Rooni" He whispers out, trying to hide the crack in his voice. "This—this is my hand writing. You—you tattooed my words on you." He stares at her in disbelief.

"I wanted to make sure a part of you was always with me no matter where I went." She tells him as the blood rushes to her cheeks and turns them scarlet red.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way anymore Rooster. I'm not going to hold you to a promise you made years ago. But I also don't want to let got of the memories we have. I've never loved anyone like I've loved you Bradley. And don't think I every will." She confesses to him.

"I've been lost these past two years, it's like I'm stuck in a labyrinth with no way out. I've always felt that way when it comes to love, except when it comes to you. And I told myself I wasn't going to come back and fall in love again so quickly, but here I am falling in love with you all over again after a few hours.

I'm sorry if this is too much. Hell I don't even know if you are single or if you moved on, I guess it was foolish of me to think I could come back and we could pick up where we left off. God. I'm sorry I should go. I'm sorry Bradley." A.J. says before stepping of her bar stool.

But before she can go anywhere, Rooster grabs her arm and pulls her to him, and kisses her.

It isn't just any kiss. It's a kiss full of power, passion, love. A love that burns so deep and red-hot and pure that anything it touches turns to the deep shade of red she shares her name with.

When they break apart she looks at him and the maroon blush that has spread over his face.

"Aurora Jane, I've waited two years, one month, three weeks, and four days to have you in my arms again. I've never stopped loving you and I don't plan to either."

Maroon swears you could have knocked her over with a feather at his confession. The spark of his words cause all rational thought to leave her body.

Without hesitating she grabbed his hand to pull him out of the bar.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked as he followed her to her car and got in.

"Home" She said without a hint of regret in her voice.

There was a comfortable, yet sexual tension in the air as Maroon navigated the San Diego streets. The radio was low, but Rooster could just make out the melody of a Taylor Swift song through the speakers.

When they pulled into her driveway, Maroon killed the engine and sat still without speaking. Neither of them dared to move or say a word.

Rooster was the first to break the silence.

"Rooni...we don't have to—"

Before he could finish she leaned in and cut him off with a hungry kiss. She pulled away breathless.

"I want this Bradley. I want you... forever and always. You're it for me. You're my person."

He didn't need any further assurance from her. He opened the passenger door of her car and jogged around to the other side to open hers. He gingerly took her hand and helped her out of the vehicle.

As they made their way up the steps, Rooster was on her. His body was so close she could feel the heat radiating off it.

Her hands trembled as she tried to unlock the door. Roostet took the keys from her and did it for them.

She lead him inside to her bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Rooster pulled Maroon into his arms and kissed her with passion, but it wasn't fast, it wasn't rushed. It was slow and loving.

They took their time undressing each other. There was no need to hurry.

And when he touched her body, it was nothing short of him worshiping her.

She panted his name as his fingers curled inside her and his lips played with her clit. Her hand tangled in his locks, afraid if she didn't, he would vanish.

She opened her eyes and peered down at him. His large hand firmly held the bouquet of flowers on her thigh, pinning her to the bed.

When he entered her, her name fell from his lips like a prayer.

She was beautiful beneath him, her faced flushed maroon, her green eyes hazy and filled with love for him. Her lips swollen and crying out for him.

That night what happened between them it wasn't sex, no it was the true definition of making love.

It was perfect. He took such good care of her. He felt her approaching the edge as he held her close.

His hand stroked over her tattoo, admiring it and the woman before him.

This simple act sent A.J. over the edge. She clung to him as he guided both of them through their finish.

When Rooster pulled out of her and rolled onto his side to hold her he noticed tears in her eyes.

"Rooni what's wrong?" He spoke softly as he brushed them away.

"I just... I just can't believe we get a second chance. I can't believe how lucky we are." Rooni whispered as she cuddled close to him.

"I know. I don't believe it either, but I promise I'm not going to waste a day of it." Rooster told her before kissing her a final time before they fell asleep.

A year later Maroon and Rooster lay in bed. The California sun peeking in through the curtains had caused her to awake a bit earlier than she had planned, but she didn't mind.

A.J. turned to the sleeping man next to her and watched the rise and fall of his chest.

Her fingers went to his rib cage and gently traced the carnation tattoo with her hand writing in it.

Rooster sighed contentedly in his sleep and wrapped an arm around her. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. While stroking the wedding ring that now adorned his finger.

Maroon isn't sure who to thank for bringing them back together, but one thing she does know, is she will forever be grateful that they did.

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