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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 11 days

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ex boyfriend!dick grayson is distraught.

it’s been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since the two of you broke up. not that anyone is counting.

his days are spent with him walking around like a zombie.

batman has to practically yell into the comms link to even get a reply during patrol. dick’s not even sure he’s been putting his suit on properly. two nights ago he only went out with one escrima stick. he almost lost a fight with some goons, and one of them asked him if he had a death wish. he went home bruised, his lip bloodied, wondering if maybe he did have a death wish.

he tried going out to the store. he was out of shaving cream and eggs. dick made it as far as the produce section. he had a staring contest with the apples for ten minutes, and left without buying anything.

the first week he kept wearing hats. seeing his hair in the mirror practically made his eye twitch with the memory of you running your hands through it. he could almost hear you cooing over how nice it looks long.

“dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick you look so—”

he cuts it a week later, sick of his brothers making fun of him for the hats and sick of your voice in his ear.

he barely touches his hair now, his hands nothing compared to the way yours felt on his scalp. almost every other night he cries in the shower, thinking about the way your eyes would flash when you’d offer to wash his hair for him. you’d always bite your lip in this cute way when you slicked all his hair back, the soap fluffy in your hands. you’d wiggle your eyebrows and call him distinguished, and then pull it up into a mohawk and tell him to call up jason and ask to join the outlaws. a few nights ago he made the mistake of looking at your razor, still on the shower caddy. he cried so hard his head hurt the next morning like he’d had a hangover.

his family stops whispering when he enters rooms, their worry and concern growing more obvious by the day. alfred won’t stop feeding him. bruce keeps looking him over, his eyebrows furrowed. jason left at least four self help books on his coffee table and in his cubby in the batcave. tim took over all of the video surveillance batman had assigned him, waving him away when dick tried to insist it was okay, and that he could do it. steph wouldn’t stop high fiving him? cass hugged him, at least three times. wally tried to get him to go out, but dick drank one beer and left, walking home in the pouring rain like he was in a music video. wally took the hint, but started texting him good morning, every day. even damian stopped picking on him, instead asking to spar just so dick would have something else to think about. it didn’t work, obviously, but he’d mussed damian’s hair, giving him a wan smile on the way out of the practice room. he’d left immediately after.

he spent the rest of the day at home thinking about how he’d always let you win when the two of you would play wrestle. you had this expression you’d make right before, where your eyes would squint a little and the corner of your mouth would turn up. the whole time you’d dated, dick was never able to figure out if it was because you were about to play fight or fuck. he loved it.

his nights are full of tossing and turning.

he spent the first week not washing his sheets, sleeping face down on your side of the bed. the second week he washed his sheets every night, trying to rid his nose of the phantom smell of you. the pillowcase you used is shoved deep into his linen cabinet. he now sleeps on the couch. he had to wash all of his t shirts too, the ones you’d steal to wear to bed with nothing under. he rummaged through his dresser in his old room in Wayne Manor hoping to find ones to wear that didn’t smell like you. ones that didn’t make him think of you pulling them off in the middle of the night, to then sink down onto his cock. you’d toss it onto the ground while you straddled him, smiling down at him.

he couldn’t sit and watch tv without thinking of all the times he’d gone down on you on the couch.

couldn’t brush his teeth without seeing the last time he’d bent you over the sink, thrusting into you while your breath fogged the bathroom mirror.

he couldn’t go out to eat at any of the restaurants by his apartment without seeing the two of you at a table, you stealing one of his fries or swapping sandwiches to try the other’s order.

he still couldn’t go to the little family-owned grocery store, not when the old couple that ran it knew both of you by name.

couldn’t look at his keys without seeing the keychains you’d bought him.

his every waking moment was spent with thinking of you, all you, always you.

you were everywhere,

he thought about how you’d beamed when he’d first asked you out, your eyes shining when you’d nodded yes.

how surprised you’d looked when he finally told you he was nightwing, and how you made him pinky swear to be careful.

he couldn’t appreciate enough how you had always been gracious when he’d show up late to dates, bruce always needing his help with something or other.

he thought of the way you’d looked washing the dishes, up to your elbows in suds when he’d roll in from the window, coming up behind you to kiss you and push you over to the couch while he’d finished the dishes, still in his nightwing suit.

what you’d looked like when you opened the promise ring he got you, and showed you his matching one. you’d both gotten teary eyed then.

the way you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying when he came home from patrol one night.

when your expression would change after he’d tell you he had to miss a family dinner at your mom’s house. you thought he wouldn’t notice but c’mon, he was trained by batman.

how your face had crumpled like his heart did when he had realized what he needed to do. when he had said he loved you more than anything, but knew that you deserved to be treated better, and that he couldn’t give you that right now. couldn’t give you all of his time like he wanted to.

you’d accepted it, nodding while tears slipped down your cheeks silently, walking out of his apartment to go stay at your mom’s house.

it’d been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes, yet dick hadn’t accepted it. and your toothbrush was still next to his. so he didn’t think you’d really accepted it either.

but yet, you were now nowhere.

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talaok · 10 months

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Hey. I have an idea for pedro and reader

The reader's ex calls her in the middle of the night begging her back to him and the reader gets out the bedroom trying not to wake pedro up and avoid any fight but he wakes up and gets jealous and angry

Jealous Pedro is my own personal curse lol, I genuinely don’t get why you like him. But for you? Anything babes. Also, happy ending won in the poll, but thanks to an anon I've decided to write both endings bc I'm an asshole

warnings: jealousy, angst

Pt.2

Oh fuck please not again.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you didn’t even need to look at the caller to know who it was.

Only one person would call you at 4:45 am. the same one that had been flooding you with texts and calls for a week now.

You had been ignoring him, telling yourself that “It’s just a phase” and “it’ll pass”, but god, had you been wrong.

You and Jason had broken up two years ago now, and casually, just when you had finally made your relationship with Pedro public, he felt the need to connect with you again.

That's not how Jason had always been, he was once caring and fun and everything you needed... until he wasn't.

He hadn't taken your breaking up with him well, and you tried to be understanding of it, god knows you had been in the same position too once or twice, your heart broken, your mind confused- but then when after two months he'd still call you crying, you decided to give him a little tough love by texting him something that could be summarized in "I know you're hurt but this is getting kind of ridiculous at this point" and by blocking him.

Somewhere after that, for some godforsaken reason, you had decided to unblock him, and to really show off your decision-making skills, you even answered the phone when he had called you last week, finding him in tears, begging for a second chance.

If you were anyone to judge, this call wasn't gonna be much different, but this story had to end at one point, and as you got up from the bed, sneaking out of the room as Pedro breathed soft snores into the air, you decided the time had come.

"Jason?" you whispered, tiptoeing to the living room.

"baby? Oh my god it's really you, I've been trying to call you"

"yeah I saw" you stated, not short of sarcasm

"Oh t-that's ok, you were busy I jus-"

"no Jason I wasn't busy, this is inappropriate"

"Wha-what are you talking about baby, I love you"

there went the tears again

"Jason I'm sorry alright, but I don't, I have a boyfriend, I'm happy"

"no you don't understand babe I can't live without you, I love you more than life y/n, more than anything... I- I need you"

"Jason we broke up a long time ago. It's over. It has been for a while now"

"you don't mean that baby, we love each other, remember how good we were together? I know you do"

"stop calling me baby and stop calling me in general Jason. I don't love you and I don't want to get back together" Your voice raised to a whispery-yell as you got more frustrated.

"Why are you whispering- Is he there? Let me talk to him"

"why would I do that? What would you even want to tell him?"

"I'm sure I can make him understand, man to man y'konw-"

"oh shut up" you rolled your eyes "Jason stop calling me"

"but bab-"

"No. No buts, it's over. we're never getting back together. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to sleep, and I suggest you do the same"

"y/n please- I love you, I need you I-"

"goodnight Jason. Don't call me again" You didn't give him time to finish as you hung up, throwing your phone on the couch and closing your eyes as you took a very well-deserved deep breath.

Fuck this shit man.

"Who was it?"

You jumped on your feet, a shiver of fear running down your spine as you turned towards the ominous voice.

"Pedro-" you sighed, taking in his sleep-filled expression.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" he apologized, with a soft chuckle "Who were you talking to?"

shit

"uh- don't worry, it was no one"

"I don't think it was no one if you got up at 4 in the morning to answer, did something happen?"

"no-no nothing like that, it's stupid, don't worry"

He frowned as he studied your expression, clearly confused at your secrecy.

"Who was it?"

Your eyes focused behind him at the glimpse of your room the opened door granted.

Everything was fine just 10 minutes ago...

"It was Jason"

Pedro paused a moment, taken aback by your answer

"Jason as in your ex-boyfriend Jason?" he asked "And why exactly was Jason calling you in the middle of the night?"

"it's not what you think"

This was why you didn't want him to know.

He had a history with unfaithfulness, the woman before you had cheated on him multiple times and left him hurt and bruised, and it was hard for him to fully trust you - or anyone for that matter- after that.

you didn't want him to close off again, you trusted each other, and you feared this would have given him a reason to get back to old habits.

"It's not? 'cause it sure looks like it"

"no, let me explain-" you got closer to him.

"I'm so fucking stupid" he huffed, not listening to you

"no you're not, just-listen to me" you said, putting a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down

He watched you, hurt and anger in his eyes, but he took a breath, nodding as he grumbled a "fine"

"He's been calling me for a while-"

"is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Baby, let me talk" you reminded him, and he gave you another non-enthusiastic nod "He's been calling me since I made our relationship public, saying that he wants to get back with me and that he loves me..." you paused, glancing at the way he tightened his fists by his side "and I've been ignoring him because-" your lips turned into a soft smile as you reached for his hand "...well because I've got you, and I don't want anybody else in the world except you"

You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your mouth to leave a quick kiss on it.

"and the only reason why I answered tonight is because I was sick of it, and I wanted to tell him once and for all that we're done because I love you, and only you Pedro" You stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek "I promise"

You saw the way your words affected him.

And as much as he tried to fight it, you were always the only one able to calm him down, even when his worst fear came to life. Because he loved you, but most importantly... he trusted you.

"are you telling the truth?" he finally asked, as if in his mind he wasn't praying for you to be doing just that.

He didn't want to lose you, he couldn't.

"I am baby. I swear"

His eyes left yours for a second as he took a deep breath

"why didn't you tell me? I would have done something, I would have gone have a talk with that asshole"

You let out a small laugh

"yeah, a talk" you teased, raising your eyebrows "And besides it didn't matter, it was just a stupid thing not worth your time"

he took your other hand in his, shaking his head

"if he, or anybody else, does this again you tell me, ok?"

As much as you wanted to joke about how many crazy exes he believed you had, you decided this wasn't the time.

"ok" you smiled "I promise"

"good" he nodded, bending down to ghost your lips "Now let's go to bed so I can remind you of a few things I'm sure I'm better at than Jason"

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or... (angst with no happy ending)

__ __ __

"It's not what you think"

"It's not? 'cause it sure looks like it"

"It was just a phone call Pedro, just let me explain"

"A phone call with your ex-boyfriend"

"yes, exactly my ex-boyfriend"

"This is unbelievable," he huffed, passing a hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture "I fucking trusted you. You made me trust you, and then... then you go screw that fucking asshole behind my back"

"I'm not screwing anybody"

"sure you aren't" he turned to walk away, but you grabbed his arm.

"Listen to me"

"To what? more lies?" he snapped

"No Pedro I can explain if you just let me talk"

"I don't need an explanation, I know exactly what's going on, just- leave me, I'll go"

"Just like that?" you questioned "You don't even wanna hear me out for a second? You so easily lose all the trust you had in me?"

"Can you blame me?"

"This is ridiculous, I've answered the phone to tell him to stop calling, that's the only reason why! I'm not cheating on you" you spoke, your tone getting louder "And the fact that you came to that conclusion so quickly is fucking insulting"

"right" he snickered "so you answered the phone at four in the morning to tell him to stop calling, very believable y/n" he shook his head "and to think you're a fucking actress"

"fuck you Pedro" you spat out "You know what? I deserve someone who trusts me, who lets me fucking speak and explain myself, not someone who at the first mistake throws me out like trash"

"And I deserve someone who's not a cheater. Guess we both deserve better"

"I guess we do"

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passivenovember · 1 year

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All the way across time, Billy’s knuckles drip pearls of red onto the dashboard. He’s drunk. Can’t hold his head up for longer than ten seconds, just enough for Steve to get the seatbelt around him, and the door closed, and the window rolled down because, “I’m gonna ralph.”

Steve grips the wheel.

It doesn’t matter. So his chest shouldn’t convulse, twisting with worry for this asshole. This dickhead. This reckless piece of--

“Steve, I’m gonna puke.”

Emotion clogs his throat, wading through two years of this means nothing to me. blonde hair and blue eyes and cherry red lips, paving the way toward nothing.

Billy grips his member’s jacket, “Please, I’m gonna be sick,”

And.

Steve thinks he’d like to see that. Could enjoy it, maybe, relaxing into how a little bit of pain would smooth things over, but.

“You’re not throwing up in here,” Steve says bluntly, neverminded the tell-tale shade of pea-green Billy’s nose has gone. “You should’ve thought it through before you did that last keg stand.”

“Had to do it,” Billy grumbles.

He does a lot of things because he thinks he’s supposed to. Kisses Steve for two years because he wants to. Asks Steve to run away with him because he has to. Can’t stay in the red pin-point of Hawkins a moment longer. Avoids Steve because he had to break up with him. Punches Steve’s new toy across the jaw because he has to--

It gets old.

Billy makes a pained gurgling noise, leaning forward to clutch at his stomach.

Steve frowns. “I’m not slowing the car down, asshole,” but he pumps the breaks, anyway, aching to rub his back even as the words land like fists against Billy’s spine.

The Beemer Idles at the next red light so Billy can blow chunks on the cobble brick of Main street.

Steve hates this.

He wants to go home. He imagines what would happen if he told Billy to walk. To find his own way back to cherry lane--He peers out the window, into the dead of night. Counts to twenty. Says, “I can’t believe you did that,” the second Billy’s upright again.

Billy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I tried to swallow it but it kept coming back up--”

“No, I mean.” The light changes. Steve pulls forward, so close to home he can almost feel his bedsheets against his skin. “The fight. I can’t believe--”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

Steve presses down on the gas pedal. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the martyr and I’m the monster lurching toward town hall. No two ways about it,”

Steve turns onto Loch Nora, speeding toward his neighborhood like maybe if he gets there fast enough, things will start to make sense. He breathes through his nose. Feels the wind on his face. “You have twenty seconds to tell me why.” Steve says.

Billy fumbles around for his cigarettes, finally pinching one between his teeth and holding onto it while the car lighter sparks itself alive. By the time it pops free, glowing red like a fallen star in, Steve’s already cut the engine.

He’s home.

The grass needs watering and it’s almost summer. Billy puffs his cigarette. Won’t look at him and doesn’t say anything for a long time.

But Steve. He can’t accept that. It’s eating him alive, hope and anger raging wild in his stomach, getting drunk on stale beer. No matter what he’s thinking, chewing on words he can’t force into any meaningful order--

“It’s been more than twenty seconds.”

Billy finally turns in his seat, eyebrow split open and trickling blood when he raises it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve swallows around the lump in his throat, and. Billy’s eyes. They’re soft on Steve’s face. Softer than he’s seen them in months, since Billy killed this. Killed them.

Steve feels like a ghost, watching Billy drop his skull against the headrest. In profile, Steve notices his lip blowing huge. Notices he’s hurt, more than he’ll ever let on, and.

“Why’d you do that,” Steve tries.

He’s ready to beg. To kick and scream. Punch out the dashboard and shatter the window and light the whole world on fire. “Billy,” Steve says, hating the way his voice is going to crack and blow everything apart. “I--”

“I think,” Billy rasps, “My knuckles--”

Steve undoes his seatbelt, absolutely sick to his stomach.

The first time Billy broke up with him, Steve didn’t eat for three days.

Not because he’s so gone on the asshole that Steve can’t live without him, but because Billy had shown up at Steve’s front door with three broken ribs and a black eye someone could park a school bus on.

And Steve took one look at him, cracked open and bleeding himself because Billy wouldn’t let Steve touch him, and knew, that.

This was his fault. And it was over.

They never talked again, after that. Surprise, surprise.

Not about anything that matters. Not about what happens to Billy at home. If Max saw something she wasn’t supposed to. If Neil ever got curious, if he had people keep an eye out. If, wrapped in each other’s arms behind a dumpster at the county fair, maybe they should’ve been more careful.

It was Steve’s fault.

At the end of the day, Billy may think he’s Frankenstein’s monster but really, he’s the bird with shattered wings and Steve’s the asshole driving over it, so.

When Billy shoulders his way into the house. When he pauses, eyes glued to the skylight and the midnight galaxy beyond that, and says, “Looks just like I remember,” before he removes his jacket, wincing in a way that has Steve feeling like he just got stabbed with something short and dull, it gives Steve hope.

Hope that they can fix this. That Steve can patch it up just like he used to, tucking Billy into the bath, soapy water warming his chest until he’s not angry anymore.

Steve doesn’t want to be angry anymore.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” He tries, and follows Billy down the hall to the bathroom, where he strips down to his boxers and plops, gingerly, on the edge of the toilet without having to be told.

They go through the motions.

Steve pokes and prods, slathering Neosporin over cuts and scrapes, even the ones Billy insists don’t hurt. He cleans the wounds, anyway. He tapes the knuckles. Says, “You got your ass kicked, Hargrove,” Chest filling with hymnals and shaking, crushing explosions when Billy smiles.

It’s small. Almost non-existent, but.

It’s there.

Steve winds Billy’s hair into a bun and runs him a bath. Without having to be told. And Billy strips naked, slipping into the water, without having to be told.

But Steve has to be told. Asked. “Will you sit with me?”

“What?”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Billy sounds scared. Working hard to buff nerves from the atmosphere when he clears his throat and asks, “Will you get in with me.”

Steve turns, his hand still on the doorknob. He keeps his eyes on Billy’s face, on his lips, where they’ve started to turn purple on the left corner, no matter how much he wants to look. To see and touch--

“Whatever, stupid to even ask,”

Billy’s eyes close like doors. His arms stretch and grip onto either side of the tub so he can lean back, eyes slipping closed so he doesn’t see the way Steve vibrates all over. The way his hands shake, pulling his shirt over his head. Unbuckling his pants. He steps into the water, refusing to meet Billy’s eyes as the bubbles close around them.

Steve clears his throat, ready to cut his heart open and apologize, nearly dying on the spot when Billy beats him to it.

“I fucked everything up.” Billy gasps.

And.

Steve wishes he could say it's awkward.

That he’s not hard, with the water scorching every inch of him, and Billy’s swampy, wet eyes pinning him in place, but.

He’s choking on want. On desperation and love. “Billy--”

Billy shakes his head, refusing to listen. “I just. With Neil--”

“--I know--”

“--I’m afraid, Steve.” Billy blinks, pinprick tears sliding down the swell of his cheeks. His knuckles turn white on the tub, grip so firm Steve worries for Billy’s split skin and fresh bandages. “I was so afraid when he brought it up that I ruined everything, and--”

Steve shushes him, wading forward a little, until he slots himself between Billy’s legs.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Billy tells him, sitting up. “I never want anything to happen to you, so I let you go. And then tonight, when you were wrapped in that loser’s arms, laughing at his fucking jokes--”

Steve wants to say that the loser means nothing to him. Could never mean anything to him, when he’s got Billy in his life like this--

“But it was my fault, Steve. Everything’s been my fault for so long and I treated you like shit because I was scared to death that something would happen. I pushed you away and now--”

“I love you,” Steve tells him.

Because it’s all he can manage to say. Because it’s simple and easy and in the end, love’s gonna win out.

Steve won’t accept anything else.

But wherever Billy is, whatever he’s been sword fighting, tears staining his pillow every night for three months in a house Steve could never reach him, is putting on a hell of a performance.

“No,” Billy says bluntly.

“Baby.”

“No,” Billy says again, “Don’t say that. I’m shit. I’m scum, Steve, I’m--”

“I love you,” Steve shrugs. Billy’s eyes search his face, tears frozen and stuck to his flashes like unearthed diamonds.

Steve takes a deep breath. Prepares for war. “What happened wasn’t your fault.” He begins, ready to slay the dragon, but.

Billy bares his teeth. Digs his heels in. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, I do.” Steve insists. He wants to touch Billy. Wants to haul him to his chest and lock him there forever.

Not now.

Not yet.

“You don’t deserve what happened and what happened, Billy--” Steve takes his shoulders, soapy hands moving to hold Billy’s cheeks until Billy looks at him. “That wasn’t you fault.”

Billy’s crying now, hunched forward so Steve as to submerge his chest in water, ducking to get those baby blues back where they belong.

Billy rattles, letting Steve’s hands gentle his cheeks, catching his tears and setting them free like wishes. Dreams. Steve presses a kiss, delicate as pressed flowers, to Billy’s forehead.

And both cheeks.

And each corner of his mouth, smearing his chin in a slow, sloppy kiss until Billy cracks open.

“I’m sorry,” He gasps, finally, finally, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and pulling him close.. “I’m sorry, Steve, so fucking sorry--”

“I love you, Billy. I’ll tell you everyday, ever morning and before bed, cradling you in my arms, until you believe me,” Steve tells the dragon.

You’re cast out. There are no more shadowy corners to come home to.

#harringrove #angst #hurt/comfort #getting back together #this was gonna be smut #but I got LAZY

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nayeliq1 · 9 months

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I Forgive You

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Status: Complete, 59k

Summary: The one where Aziraphale realises he needs to ask Crowley's forgiveness this time. Meanwhile, Crowley is just trying to make the Bentley stop playing Taylor Swift.

~oOo~

I forgive you.

Aziraphale watched as Crowley walked out the door. He'd seen the demon walk out of the bookshop a million times, always knowing that he'd walk right back in the same door tomorrow.

This time, the door closed with a stifling sense of irrevocability.

This time, Crowley wasn't just walking out of his bookshop.

This time, Crowley was walking out of his life.

His whole body trembled, his hand quivering uncontrollably as he brought it up to his tingling lips, lips that had been pressed against Crowley's only moments ago. He could still feel the demon's warmth, the harsh pull of Crowley's shaking hands fisted in the lapels of his coat.

It had been forceful, an action clearly born from desperation, but still so gentle in a way that only Crowley had ever been with him.

He had wanted to melt into it, to grasp the demon in return and hold on tight until their words of anger were forgotten, until Crowley agreed to stay by his side as Aziraphale needed him to.

But he knew Crowley wouldn't, he didn't understand what he was trying to do, what he was trying to do for them both.

All Aziraphale allowed himself was a single moment, one single moment to rest his hands on Crowley's back, one single moment of indulgence before his sense of responsibility forced them apart again.

He would never forget the look on Crowley's face when he said it. The little breath of air that left the demon's lungs.

It had looked like acceptance, sounded like disappointment, tasted like finality.

I forgive you.

Foolish. Stupid. Cruel.

Those hadn't been the words sitting at the tip of his tongue. Far from it.

But it didn't matter. Those had been the words he spoke, and he couldn't take them back now.

He had gathered himself quickly when the Metatron came in, had put on a smile that was worth being called angelic. He hadn't had to use that smile in years, not since communication with Heaven had been cut off.

With Crowley, he had never needed that smile.

With Crowley, his smiles had been real.

It felt even more forced now than it did before his exile.

"How did he take it?", the Metatron asked, and Aziraphale felt a laugh claw its way out of his throat that sounded fake even to his own ears.

"Eh...not well."

Not well indeed.

"Ah, well, always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too."

And no, Aziraphale thought. He wanted to go our way, with me. He asked just the right questions, but no one wanted to hear them.

"Right, ready to start?"

The Metatron looked at him expectantly, and Aziraphale found himself hesitating, found himself wanting to stall, as if there was a chance Crowley might come back if he just delayed and waited long enough.

"Anything you need to take with you?"

Not anything. That wasn't the right question.

This wasn't about something, it was about someone. But he wasn't coming.

"No", Aziraphale said, the truth of that word sinking in and settling heavily in his chest. "Nothing I can think of."

And perhaps this wasn't right after all, it certainly didn't feel right, not anymore, not like this, not at this price, but...

Aziraphale looked out the window, at the world he was leaving behind. He looked around his bookshop, the home he was giving up. He looked at the empty space that Crowley should have filled with his presence, and-

"I-I think I..."

I think I can't do this, he wanted to say.

I think I can't accept your offer after all, he wanted to say.

I think I've made a mistake, he wanted to say.

But the Metatron was waiting at the door, waiting at the door for him, like he was needed, like he was important.

He had agreed to this. He had duties now. He had responsibilities.

Aziraphale forced himself to smile.

"Nothing at all."

Continue on Ao3

~oOo~oOo~oOo~

Header edit by me, lyrics from Foolish One (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift, picture source credit

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theharddeck · 1 year

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i'll carry my bags just until i can hold you again // masterpost

the post with to all things tied to this fic 💙

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie Floyd

summary: Six months after they break up, Jake shows up at Julie's Family thanksgiving. A second chance holiday romance with fake dating, family drama, and fall festivities.

length: 19.2k and counting

rating: E

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#remember when I wrote this fic manically before thanksgiving #someone give me inspo to finish it pls #because they need to get back together haha #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman x OC #jake hangman seresin x OC #jake seresin x OC #jake hangman seresin smut #hangman smut #jake seresin x julia floyd

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atinycafe · 9 months

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thinking... thinking about hongjoong calling 9th ateez member!reader to his room after she acts out during a live, and just spanks her till she's a sobbing mess...

#sade.speaks #reader gets ptsd every time atinys joke about her getting called to his room when she acts excited during the lives #they have no idea what acc happens behind closed doors #reader rubs her thighs together when yunnie reads one of the comments out loud #laughing behind his fist #teasing her #all of the members are aware of what's happening (the walls r thin and the spanks r 2 harsh 4 reader 2 shut her mouth)#hongjoong notices how red she gets and how she fumbles trying to joke back with yunho #cue to 456789 edits of hongjoong smirking at how she stutters #atinys know.#hongjoong.thirsts #smut #ateez #hongjoong #x reader #BRAIN ROT #!!!!!#!!!!!!!!!@$%^tsiydnal tjgr #im going insaaaaane

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imogenkol · 1 year

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wip whenever

I was tagged by @jendoe and @detectivelokis to post a wip! thank you!!!

tagging @corvosattano @phillipsgraves @chuckhansen @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @jackiesarch @marivenah @indorilnerevarine @jacobseed @shellibisshe @socially-awkward-skeleton @simonxriley @aceghosts @jinfromyarikawa @nokstella @florbelles @roofgeese and anyone else! no pressure though!

I haven't been working on much lately cause I have been so so tired, but given it's Valentine's Day tomorrow I thought I'd embarrass myself share and Imogen/Bix thing I started... slightly nsft under the cut 🙈

Bix discarded her vest and pants before she settled in bed beside Imogen. The mechanic stretched out as a long sigh from an even longer day deflated her chest. Imogen’s gaze instantly tracked over the smooth exposed skin on display. A flicker of hunger caused her to reach out and trail the tips of her fingers from Bix’s knee to the inside of her thigh.

With a knowing glance, their eyes met. Bix’s hand rested on top of Imogen’s. “I don’t want to fuck.”

Imogen stopped and pulled her hand away with a nod. “Alright. It’s probably best if we both get some sleep anyway.”

Bix smiled warmly. “I said I didn’t want to fuck.” She swung her leg over Imogen’s lap and straddled the bounty hunter. Imogen’s body froze along with her breath. “But will you make love to me?”

Confusion knitted Imogen’s brow, but she nevertheless felt a light flutter in her chest. Especially as Bix leaned in closer. “I’m not sure I understand what the difference is.”

The mechanic eyed Imogen’s mouth and shrugged. “Sometimes there isn’t one. Right now I’m in the mood for something a little more… Romantic.”

The hunger came back in full force, turning the ice in Imogen’s veins to fire. If she tilted her head just the smallest amount, their lips would meet. She felt Bix’s soft exhale against her skin and got the insatiable urge to pin her to the bed, but there was one thing she desired even more in that moment. “Show me how.”

#my writing #oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #liSTEN Imogen has never had romantic sex before #not even with Bix because they were casual and just needed to get off #I mean… they’ve definitely had brief moments during that were unintentionally tender and that’s always been at the back of Imogen’s mind #but now they're together and need to learn to have more intimate relations lol #more specifically IMOGEN needs to learn #but anyway its been like over a year since I wrote smut and I only ever wrote it for one other ship so this is gonna be interesting #I’ll only post it when I’m done if ppl want to read it tho

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 2 days

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a little birdie told me that dick grayson and his ex girlfriend were seen together on the streets of gotham yesterday. i wonder if we’ll hear more about it?

#get y/n and dick back together 2024 #be on the look out babies #dick grayson x y/n #the batboys x you #dc comics smut #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #ex bf!dick grayson #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #—delusional as always #—ness writes

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angelsdvsts · 7 months

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currently updated my draft counts, but in need of new threads... so give this a like and i'll come to you for muse !

#indie rp #indie smut rp #starter call #gonna go shower/get my life together before coming back and responding to drafts / doing these !

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the-kipsabian · 9 months

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i love reaching the point where im like "fuck it this probably isnt very good but i need to get them out of my brain so my god this is getting finished tonight or i swear to fuck"

you know?

#skipping over like all the important get together details lmao who cares #i mean i have them mostly in my brain but i dont need them rn i just want them to be cute #..once again in that mindset where im like god how much easier would it be if i just wrote smut #they could just bang it out and i would be free. but no. no my relationships need everything else except that on screen lol #its complex like that idk my repulsed brain sucks #anyways back to business #night is an absolute mess on main

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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said I was going to sleep and instead, I’m thinking of whorish ace + eren fics

#cherry chats 🍒#release me god #whatever chokehold these two have on me #release it right now #hear me out though #those slutty firefighter calendars but with ace and y/n #and he gets jealous bc everybody’s got eyes on his rookie and yeah—y’all see where I’m going with this #and mr jaeger….honey #in lieu of reverb making its return #y’all know ej is too and I can’t stop picturing he and y/N’s first time performing together #the tension between them and it leading to THEE most filthiest smut you’ve ever seen #the soft fluff reader crowd just gone have to cry abt these two bc my mind is made up idc #I know I’ve been MIA but school + work sucks #but I’m working my way back

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2toplibrary · 3 months

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this love came back to me by swimtime

(E, 7,7k, WIP, 1/3)

It's been 4 years since Katsuki and Todoroki broke up and 4 years since Todoroki left the country. But now he's back and of course, his mere presence sends Katsuki into a whole damn crisis about it.

He always knew Todoroki would be the death of him. Or maybe not.

#getting back together #exes to lovers #angst #future fic #smut with feelings #roommates #feelings realization #Fic

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animlcrisscross · 1 year

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It Was Simple (You Are Sweetness)

Chaptered Fic

Preview

It was time for graduation, and things between him and Eijiro weren't the best. He tried his best to ignore him. He tried his best to maybe float away from everything he loved so deeply. So deeply he felt his heart jolt every time he saw that forgiving, kind smile. He didn't want to disappoint him. He didn't want to break his excitement about moving on together. But every time their eyes met? Every time he saw his hopeful smile and the love in his gaze? He felt…

He felt.

The last time he had felt a moment of bliss was the night before graduation. Eijiro had held him tight in his emptied dorm, thinking he was asleep again as he whispered, “I love you so much, Katsuki. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He loves Eijiro. He adores him more than anything in the world. So, he doesn't know why the sound of his love, so clear, had brought a sting to his throat. Why it burned at his skin.

On the day of their graduation, Eijiro had brought him into a passionate kiss as they were declared official pro heroes, pulling him to the side after the ceremony was over. He had tears in his eyes, looking so beautiful amongst the confetti and cheers that he almost gave in. He almost let himself believe that he could have Eijiro and hero work.

But, ‘ You have to be ready for loss. You have to be ready for being apart. You have to be ready for fear .’ Played like a loop in his mind. The thought of Eijiro down and beaten in a hospital bed because of him made his heart drop to his stomach. He felt like he had pinpricks on his skin. Something burning and ready to burst.

Eijiro had said he had a surprise for him after the ceremony. And as soon as he pulled him away further and away from all the excitement, it felt like the sky was sloshing. He bit at the inside of his lip as Eijiro thrust his hands into his pockets with a nervous smile.

“So, Kats. Do you think, now, we can make this official? You know, since we’re official heroes and all? Maybe we can be official boyfriends?” Eijiro held out his hand, but he had seemed too nervous to notice he didn't take it, “And maybe—ah…moving—?”

Eijiro sniffed, giving him a small smile.

Everyone that knew them knew that they were each other’s. It had been something unwritten since their first year. Everyone just assumed they were together. They absolutely had to be, considering all the time they spent together, all the late-night sleepovers that they didn’t even try to hide, all the common room snuggling and holding hands in public.

But, no one had officially asked the question. Until then.

Katsuki felt tears rush to his eyes, a heat rush to his cheeks. He didn't even hear himself saying it, but he saw Eijiro’s face crumble. His heart falling like shards on the ground along with his tears.

“What do—Katsuki? W-what you mean, no ?”

Fuck. Fuck . Why was he doing this? Why was—

With his lack of response. Eijiro started to turn away, and his words rushed to his lips.

“Eijiro, wait I—”

Eijiro had turned around with a laugh that almost sounded venomous, pain so clear in his throat that he wished he could take the sun and rewind the hours. The years before he allowed himself to fall in love with Eijiro Kirishima.

“So, we’re done then?”

Summary:

Bakugo Katsuki liked to believe he didn’t care about relationships anymore. Especially since the one person who he was convinced was the love of his life seemed like he didn’t want anything to do with him. Well, “seemed” was putting it generously. The bastard hadn’t talked to him since graduation. And, well, that was mostly his fault. Okay, 100 fucking percent his fault.

--OR--

Katsuki and Eijiro are on the next steps of their lives. Will they fall out of step with each other as they continue through their journey of healing, self discovery, and the pain of love?

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