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ofstarsandvibranium · 9 months

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Tour de Richmond

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Jamie gives you a tour of Richmond as well as gets to know you better. When you tell your cousin of his teammate's generosity, he suddenly becomes a bit hostile towards Jamie.

Meet Cousin McAdoo | Caffeine Crash

A/N: i looked up the bare minimum of the Richmond area. if anything is wrong, please let me know!

"So you've been around here, yeah?" Jamie asks, gesturing to the small shops that neighbors the cafe you were just at.

"A bit. Haven't really gone in any of these shops. But they're cute!"

"We can pop in a few if you'd like?" he suggests, pointing to a bookshop to your left.

"Another time."

Jamie shrugs, "Suit yourself."

He guides you away from the shops and towards, "The Richmond Green. The general gathering spot for people here. Kids like to play football here. There's sometimes cricket tournies here too."

You smile at the gathering of people scattered around the green acres. You see a small group of people doing yoga, three teens kicking a football around, people walking their dogs around. It's a very comforting atmosphere.

Jamie does his best not to be obvious about looking at you. He finds himself smiling to himself because you seem to find joy in the sights before you. He then turns to the view and realizes that he's never really enjoyed watching everything and everyone. He's always ran past them all during trainings and whatnot.

"Sorry, is it okay if we sit down and people watch for a little?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," he follows you to a bench where you both sit down.

You sit your drink and stare, "It's nice to just sit here and watch everything. I find it very calming. I don't get to do it much back home, though, always too busy with work and life."

"I don't think I've ever done this. I felt like I need to be on the go, ya know? Spend my time trying to get better, improvin' and all that."

You turn your attention to him, "You've never given yourself a break? What do you do during the off season? Don't you go on vacation?"

He shrugs, "I'm busy practicin'. I'll visit me mum and Simon sometimes, but they're doing their own travelin' a lot of the time," he nudges you with his shoulder, "What about you? Have you done any travelin'?"

"When my aunt married Isaac's uncle, that was the first time I travelled. They had a destination wedding in France. Wanted to be in the city of love and romance. That's where I met Isaac. We became really close through that trip. He's like my big brother. Always looking out for me." you take another sip of your drink and stand to your feet, "Okay. I'm ready to continue."

Jamie follows as you two continue to walk around the green. He points over in one direction, "Right there is the Richmond Palace. The Tudors lived there and some shit. Over there is the Richmond Theater. They do plays and stuff there."

You snort at Jamie's explanations, "Some tour guide you are! You're not going to give me a brief history on the town or these historic landmarks?" you give him a playful smirk.

He chuckles, "I'm sorry I didn't do me homework before offerin' you a tour. Here," he pulls out his phone, quickly typing something and clearing his throat, "Richmond was founded following King Henry VII's building in the 16th century of Richmond Palace. The town and palace became particularly associated with Queen Elizabeth I , who spent her last days there," he lowers his phone down, smirking at you, "Better?"

You giggle, "You're funny. Are all of Isaac's teammates like you?"

"Nah. I'm the best outta all of them. I'm the funniest, best lookin'-"

"Most humble," you add with jest.

Jamie's smiling at you. He enjoys your company. He feels at ease around you and he's only spent maybe an hour in your presence. He likes this little back and forth you and he seem to be doing. It's nice. It's fun. Maybe-

A ringing comes from your bag and you swiftly pull your phone out, answering, "Good morning, sleepy head...I woke up early and thought I'd grab a coffee," you roll your eyes, "Don't be dramatic, Isaac, I'm an adult. I can handle myself...I'm not alone. Jamie." you sigh, "Yes, Jamie Tartt. Hold on," you pull the phone away from you and hold it out to Jamie, "He wants confirmation I'm really with you?"

Jamie takes the phone and presses it to his ear, "Yeah, what's good, man?"

"You better keep her safe, bruv. If anything happens to her-"

"Oi! Chill man! We're just walking around the fuckin' park."

"I'm serious, Jamie."

"We'll be fine. She's a grown adult, man. Let her be," he hands the phone back to you.

"If you're going to be like this my entire visit, I'm getting a hotel, Isaac...yes, I'm serious! ...again, I can handle myself. I'll see you soon. Bye!" you immediately end the call and take a long sip from your coffee.

"I get he loves you and all, but Jesus. I can practically see that vein in his head ready to pop out."

You burst out laughing, "I know exactly what you're talking about! Also the way he frowns when he's all serious. Like," you do your best impression of Isaac frowning and Jamie laughs, "That's pretty good."

"Thanks," you reply with a smile, "I'm sorry about Isaac, by the way. Like I said, he's like my big brother and he sometimes takes the role too seriously. But he means well."

"I know. He's a good guy."

Another hour goes by of you and Jamie chatting, him occasionally pointing out some other Richmond landmarks. It was a very pleasant morning spent. He walked you all the way back to Isaac's.

"Thank you, Jamie. This morning was fun."

"I'm glad. Sorry again for crashin' into ya like that."

You shrug, "It's okay. It led to a fun little adventure with you."

Jamie slowly backs away from you, "See ya around."

"See ya!" you wave as he's lightly jogging down the street. You continue to watch him as he fades from view. There's a little fluttering in your chest and you feel a bit giddy.

You open the door to Isaac's and you yelp in surprise as he's standing there, arms over his chest, looking very stern.

"Uh, hi?"

"Did Jamie try anything?"

"What? No! He just gave me a tour of the town!"

"So he didn't try to kiss you or nothin'?"

You roll your eyes, "Nothing happened, Isaac. And if something did, it's none of your business! Besides, I thought you said Jamie is a better person now."

"Doesn't mean he can date you."

"Whatever," you pass him and head to the kitchen to make yourself a snack.

#jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader

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densewentz · 10 months

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I have a lot of feelings about season 2 obviously, mostly that it was brutally fantastic, but it really serves to highlight the main difference between Crowley and Aziraphale's understanding of loss. long angsty analysis under cut

Because Crowley already knows what it is to lose Aziraphale. I mean really lose him. He fell to the floor in the burning heart of the bookshop thinking Aziraphale was dead and gone. We get to see in fantastic living color how broken it leaves him. He's forced to spend time wallowing in the hopelessness of it before Aziraphale is miraculously back. Then cut to heaven during their ruse, where Crowley is standing there in the flames with Gabriel grinning maliciously in his face, telling the love Crowley just got back to shut up and die. If that scrap of prophecy hadnt found them, if they hadn't been quick enough, clever enough, Crowley would have lost him again. For Good. For Ever. That entire scene, from the cropped cut of Crowley twisting Aziraphale's wrists in their bonds all the way through to the end, Crowley is in a visibly barely contained rage. He's quiet, and still. These are the beings that have been tormenting his love for centuries, who tried to take him away once already and want to take him away from Crowley again. And it boils in him in the same combination that makes terrified dogs Bite. And we see the lasting effect that fear has on him throughout season 2. It drives almost every interaction Crowley has with other characters, particularly in his vehemence that Jim!Gabriel not be anywhere near Aziraphale. Crowley is able to word for word quote that moment back to Jim!Gabriel mostly unprompted because I guarantee its just been repeating in his head since the archangel showed up in the bookshop. He needs Aziraphale safe in that desperate and agonized way you can only feel if you already know what its like to lose them. And the entire season he's combating the fact that the biggest threat to Crowley's love is sitting in his livingroom and Aziraphale keeps handwaving Crowley's trauma away.

Which brings us to Aziraphale. Aziraphale who has never had to experience losing Crowley. His demon is always there just on time, always at his shoulder and on-call. Aziraphale has no concept of the depth of Crowley's grief during the time Crowley thought he'd died in the bookshop, and no idea the damage Crowley's incognito trip to heaven had on him. And then parallel Aziraphale's part in the ruse. Yes, he's playing at being cheeky Crowley, but I'd bet all my money most of that was just Aziraphale relishing in doing what he loves to do: Dramatizing. Watch his scene in hell compared to Crowley's in heaven. Aziraphale is having a blast. To him its a stage production, a clever trick he gets to play. Michael pours 'Crowley' a holy water death bath and it just makes Aziraphale grin because he knows it wont work. He plays it up, wings the water at the demons, makes silly demands, asks the angel who would have killed Crowley to bring him a towel. It's a joke to Aziraphale, because he never even seems to consider (as Crowley obviously does) the reality that if they hadn't swapped places Crowley would be dead. That Michael came grinning down to hell to destroy him. Forever destroy him. And Aziraphale even giggles about it to Crowley on the bench. Aziraphale has no reference or context of what it would be like to actually lose Crowley, it'd be unheard of, so he never processes what could have happened in the way Crowley does. And we continue to see that ignorance crop up in season 2. His dismissal of Crowley's fears as being silly, the way he never once seems to worry for Crowley's safety even with the other angels and hell minions in the room. Michael and Beelzebub are right there. The two who would have seen Crowley turned into nothing. But there's just not the awareness of the threat to Crowley (or himself, but thats another problem) that Crowley inversely possesses. And it all boils down to the simple fact that Aziraphale has never ever lost Crowley. Until now. And you can see it beginning to process post-kiss. You can see it in Aziraphale's face as Crowley dons his glasses and turns his back on Aziraphale for real. This is going to be the beginning of Aziraphale learning what it is to lose his love, and its going to be absolutely heartbreaking yes, but also completely necessary to his growth.

There's that wretched little saying "you don't know what you've got until its gone". Crowley's learned that lesson the hard way already. I guess now its Aziraphale's turn.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley's trauma arc #dense's ramblings

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ineffable-endearments · 10 months

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I don't know if I think it's likely that Crowley would hang around Soho after the events of S2. Something in my gut is telling me that he would flee. Just...way, WAY too many reminders of Everything. People asking him where Mr. Fell's gone, probably. Hundreds of years of memories. And given that he's going to want to reestablish his own boundaries and emotional walls immediately after what feels to him like a massive betrayal, I don't think I see him wanting to look out for the bookshop or do any favors in memory of Aziraphale. Not yet; not until their story moves forward a bit.

But on an emotional level, the vision of the other characters trying to comfort him is so healing. I WANT to see Muriel trying to talk to him about human stuff and being so ridiculously goofy about it that Crowley forgets to be sad for a few seconds. I WANT to see Nina serving him espresso and sarcasm, and Maggie bringing him records that he doesn't usually like but occasionally does.

And yes, I WANT to see him looking out for the bookshop anyway. I don't know if I can believe it, but I want so badly for him to look at the ruins of his former life and decide it's still worth something. Even if Aziraphale isn't here now. The history in the books and the scrolls and the people who live in the neighborhood and the very buildings themselves - they're still worth something.

And there is still room for a few potted plants in the shop, which he brings from his flat.

I also want Crowley to find out what Newt and Anathema and the Them are up to. I want to see Anathema warily eyeing Crowley from afar as she wonders why this weirdo is back in town before finally going over to say hello. I want to see a very well-intended Newt break Crowley's cell phone while trying to help him find directions. I want Dog running and yipping around their feet while Adam offers to share his ice cream, and Pepper asks a bunch of incisive questions about where Crowley's from, and Brian drips chocolate all over himself, and Wensleydale yammers on about the Them's latest project.

I want the Tadfield crowd to visit Soho for the coffee shop that Mr. Crowley mentioned, or perhaps for the Soho crowd to visit Tadfield for the amazing weather Crowley insists is always there.

"Humans: you don't let yourself get too attached." I want him to finally figure out how to love a little community, even knowing that the members of it will pass away and change over time.

I spend all my time analyzing Aziraphale because I love him so much but find his motivations hard to understand - writing meta after meta is my way of processing my thoughts. But I love Crowley, too. He has taken a little bit less emotional processing for me. But I want so much to see him genuinely rested and content. It would be like seeing part of myself be rested and content.

#go s2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens

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nptnewr · 11 months

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The Dog Days are Over

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader Soulmate AU

Chapter 3

a/n: special thanks to @hioreh for helping me figure out what to do for this chapter I hope it makes sense 😭 also i was laughing so hard that the acronym in this story ending up being ATE like I am so real for that

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Pronouns Used: They/Them

Summary: It’s a short time off for task force 141 when Ghost bumps into you at your bookshop. It sends a spark through both of you, but Ghost quickly shrugs it off and leaves. However, when he gets back to base, ready to sleep before a new mission he feels a body next to him in bed. He immediately grabs a knife only to find out it’s you with wide eyes and a trembling body.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Warnings: Typical COD MW2 Dialogue & Violence | Slow Burn | If I have missed any let me know!

Starting the truck back up, Simon makes his way back to base. He feels a small bead of sweat begins to drip from his brow as he picks up his phone and looks through the contacts. Simon only knows one person whose soulmate is a civilian, and the thought of calling them right now makes him want to puke.

Pulling up Laswell’s contact, Simon takes a deep breath before hitting call. It rings four times before the call is picked up.

“Lieutenant? What are you calling me at six in the morning for? You should be getting suited up right now. The team leaves in twenty.” Simon holds his breath for a few moments before he answers.

“Laswell, with all due respect, I won’t be makin’ it on the mission. There’s been an…incident and I need to speak with you urgently.” Simon grits his teeth as he admits he won’t make the mission. It’s the first time he’s ever said that.

There is a pause from Laswell’s line before she speaks. “Alright, come to my office as soon as you can.”

Before Simon can respond the line goes dead and he throws the phone into the passenger seat of his truck. The rest of the drive up to base is silent, only the soft humming coming from the truck reminding Simon he’s still moving. Simon parks the car, slamming the door as he hops down from the driver’s seat.

Simon walks down the hallways he’s memorized, the ones he’s used for years now. He makes his way straight toward Lazwell’s office. The 141 have been out of the base for almost ten minutes now and Simon feels nothing but anger towards himself for not being there with his team.

Simon can’t understand why he can’t blame you for what’s happened. He should’ve screamed at you, cursed you for being a weak civilian that’s making him miss a mission. But, Simon can’t blame you, not when he thinks about how innocent you looked when you found the perfect book for him. He’s not even upset that he had to drive you through town to take you home. If anything, it made him feel like he got to spend more time with you.

Simon steps up to Laswell’s office, knocking twice before stepping back to wait for her answer.

“Lieutenant, come in!” Laswell’s voice echoes outside of her office.

Opening up the door, Simon walks into her office, a rather large space that could be used as a debriefing room if need be. He takes a seat in one of the office chairs closest to Laswell’s desk as he waits for her to speak. Laswell is sitting behind her desk, she moves her hands to clasp in front of her on the desk.

“I need a hell of a good explanation to tell the higher-ups when they as why one of their best men isn’t out there with his team. Not to mention the fact that the team thinks you’ve gone insane for missing a mission.” Laswell leans closer to Simon, almost trying to read him through his mask.

“Laswell, I didn’t want to bring the attention of the team to this issue. When I was at the shops around town yesterday, I bumped into a soulmate.” Simon takes a deep breath. “My soulmate. I bumped into my soulmate, who ended up jumping into my quarters last night. I didn’t go on my mission because if they end up in the middle of a battlefield…”

Laswell tries to keep her composure, but her mouth drops open slightly in shock. She thought out of all the 141 men Johnny would be the first to deal with this, maybe even Price at his age, but never Ghost.

“Simon,” Laswell has never spoken to him using his true name. “This is something important that we have to deal with. I know why you came to me, and I’m glad you did. There is not a day where I don’t worry my wife will end up in the middle of a fight or kidnapped if she jumped at me. I understand how terrifying that can be. But, I have good news.”

Laswell smiles as she pulls what looks to be an earplug from her ear. It’s a solid black device that Simon never noticed was in her ear before. She places the device in Simon’s hand, allowing him to look at the device closely.

“These are called anti-transitional earpieces, or ATEs for short. When you place them in your ear they calm your emotions when they are getting out of hand, allowing you a second to collect yourself before continuing a mission.” Laswell smiles as she watches Simon become less tense at her solution. “The reason why a soulmate jumps is that their other half emotionally needs them. It causes you to yearn to protect and nurture your soulmate without you even knowing it. Once the touch is initiated, your souls are intertwined whether you like it or not.”

“They said the same thing, that our souls are intertwined. Sounds like some bollocks fairy tale story.” Simon huffs as Laswell chuckles.

“It may sound like that, but it’s something that has been around forever. You need to keep that in mind now that you have a soulmate. If you stay away from them for too long, ATE or not, it will hurt both of you.” Laswell’s face drops.

Simon nods, he knows that Laswell has most likely experienced that firsthand.

“I’ll have your earpiece done by the time the boys get back. I can speak to the captain about your absence, but I can’t vouch for you when it comes to Gaz and Soap. Good luck with that, Lieutenant.” Laswell winks at Simon playfully before he stands up from his chair, walking out of the room.

Simon closes the door to Laswell’s office and begins to walk back outside of the base. He needed a walk or a cigarette, maybe both would be the perfect option. The thought of Price knowing that he had a soulmate was annoying enough, but now he is going to have to find out what to say to Johnny. There were a lot of times when Simon knew exactly what to do, but this was not one of those times.

Taking long strides towards the door of the base with his head in the clouds, Simon barely notices that he’s no longer walking on concrete. He misses he’s in a different place entirely until he feels a pressure on his chest and a gasp. Looking down, he notices you were staring at him with wide eyes. Your hands were pressed against his chest and he looks around to see he’s in a small flat.

“Okay, we have to stop doing this it hasn’t even been a fucking day.” You laugh looking at Simon who looks incredibly small inside of your flat.

“Sorry,” Simon grumbles, not daring to move any farther into your home.

“It’s okay, I guess we’ve got to get used to it.” You point in the direction of your kitchen. “Would you like some tea while you’re here, Simon?”

Simon freezes for a second when he hears you say his name. The way you say it has his chest hurting, it makes him feel like he’s losing his mind. After a moment he nods his head at your question.

“Earl gray if you have it.” You nod and head towards the kitchen.

“Feel free to sit down on the couch, I’ll be over in a moment.” You walk up towards the kettle, pouring water into it.

“So, how was the rest of your morning,” You try to start a conversation with Simon, hoping to learn something about your soulmate.

“Fine, spoke to my higher-ups, they are giving me a device to keep us from jumping.” Simon watches as you waltz around the kitchen, grabbing tea bags and sugar cubes from the cabinet.

“I had no idea that was capable. I guess I don’t know a lot about what the military is capable of though.” You frown slightly at the thought of secrecy between you and your soulmate.

“You have no idea,” Simon grumbles.

You take the tea off of the stove and make two cups placing sugar in yours. Grabbing the two cups, you make your way toward Simon and sit down beside him on the couch.

“Do you have to go back anytime soon?” You ask, turning towards him.

“Not today, the guys will be on the mission all day leaving me without a team to train with for the day.” Simon lifts his mask slightly and takes a sip of his tea. You are mesmerized by the bit of skin and beautiful pink lips that appear, but they disappear all too soon for your liking.

“Can you tell me anything about what you do? I know you’re in the military, but what branch?” You inquire.

“It’s classified, for your safety I’d rather you never know.” Simon hopes the questions stop there, but you aren’t satisfied.

“Okay, well then what about the mask? Can I see your face since I’m your soulmate? Do you have a bad scar or-”

“No. You can’t see my face, if you did I would have to kill you.” You tense up at his statement, but when you look at him you can tell he’s smiling beneath his mask.

“That is so not funny, Simon! What is the real reason?” You can’t help, but smile as you scold him.

“The world isn’t ready for this handsome face yet.” Simon batts his eyelashes at you, causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles.

“You’re an idiot.” You shake your head and place your teacup on the coffee table.

“I’m serious ‘bout the mask though, no one has seen my face except a few people. It’s going to take a lot of time before I feel comfortable enough.” You nod your head, understanding that he just doesn’t know you enough.

You and Simon continue to speak about whatever you can think of, which ends up being mostly your life story. Simon decided to stay quiet about most of his past, making your heart hurt because you wanted to know more about him. Once the sun begins to set Simon sits up from the couch only to stare at you.

“Uh, I didn’t exactly drive here, think you can give me a ride?” Simon places his hands in his pockets.

“I didn’t even think about that! The only issue is that I don’t have a car.” You frown slightly.

Simon sighs knowing there’s one person that would pick him up. However, he isn’t sure how to ask his teammate who he left without explanation this morning to pick him up from your flat. He holds up a hand to you as he grabs his phone out of his pocket.

“I’ve got it. You remember Johnny, right?”

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carriagelamp · 5 months

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A few days late, but I'm lazy...

My favourite books that I read during 2023!

I got really lucky this year, I read some ridiculously good books, to the point that I had a really hard time narrowing them down. And I cheated on a few and bunched them up so I wouldn't have to choose 🙃

I did more detailed assessments of the books in my month reviews, but for anyone that's interested in something I read, here's a quick description:

Annie: An Old-Fashioned Story by Thomas Meehan -- A novelization of the Little Orphan Annie story, close related to the film musical including references to the songs. A charming read that captures the enjoyment of the film but adds a lot more details into the struggles and hardships Annie would have gone through during life on her own in the Depression.

Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild -- Three girls from a poor family in London end up being welcomed to a ballet academy where they have the opportunity to learn not only how to dance, but to begin attending performances that let them earn money for their family. Follows the heart warming adventures of sisters with a nice balance of financial hardship and obligations during the Depression.

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle -- A possession horror based around religious trauma and sexual identity. Fantastic prose and genuinely chilling at points without ever feeling hopeless. Here the demons that start stalking people in this God-fearing Montana town are both metaphorical and literal.

A Christmas Story by Jean Shepherd -- A collection of radio stories that follow the childhood misadventures of Ralphie; these stories would go to make up the classic film A Christmas Story, and Shepherd's hilarious, clever prose makes it a very fun read whether you know the film or not.

Doctor Who: Scratchman by Tom Baker -- I actually read a number of pretty good Doctor Who novels this year (13 Doctors 13 Stories, Time Lord Fairytales, Silhouette) and even a Torchwood one (Skypoint) but Scratchman was probably my favourite of the lot. The Fourth Doctor, Sarah, and Harry find themselvese in a horror adventures as they try to defend a host of villagers against an invading force of evil, skeletal scarecrows that are attempting to infect the humans around them.

Dogsbody by Diana Wynne Jones -- The star Sirius is accused of killing another luminary and losing a powerful instrument called a Zoi. His sentence for this crime is to be stripped of his powers and cast down to earth, to spend one lifetime living in a humble, mortal form - that of a true dog. If he can survive and find the Zoi within that lifetime, he will be welcomed back to the cosmos.

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire -- A novella that explores the rehabilitation of children who had been chosen, who found a doorway and stepped into another, strange world. Adventures done, they now need to acclimatize themselves to living in the rigid confines of the real world.

Grandpa's Great Escape by David Walliams -- A hilarious and surprisingly heart-warming story about a boy and his grandfather who was a flying ace during the war. With his mind beginning to fail him, the grandfather is sent to live at a sinister and definitely evil old folks' home. Only Jack can save him.

Hazel's Shadow by Nicole MacCarron -- Hazel has always been plagued by strange visions - the ability to see and speak to ghosts, as well as the knowledge of a strange, nameless horror living in her grandmother's house. Things come to a head though, when a sudden, zombie-like illness explodes through her town leaving only a few left alive, too many ghosts to count, enemies at every turn, and the shadow waiting for them.

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree -- (as well as it's sequel that came out later in the year, Bookshops & Bonedust). This was such a pleasant, low-stakes, domestic fantasy about Viv, an orcish ex-mercenary who has decided she's tired of fighting and would rather settle down and open a coffeeshop. One of the sticking points being, of course, that no one knows what coffee is.

Love Beyond Body, Space & Time by assorted authors, anthology -- An Indigenous queer sci-fi anthology with a really excellent collection of stories, including an author I already knew and loved! The stories explore a wide range of gender, sexuality, magic, machines, and ways of being, I highly recommend picking it up!

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske -- Robin, a young baronet, thought he was being shunted into the most out of the way and miserable public servant position imaginable. He expected things to be tedious but necessary. He did not expect to suddenly learn that magic is real and to be tangled in its machinations in a potentially lethal way.

(MDZS) Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu -- Rejoice, because the feared Yiling Patriarch, the necromancer terror who slaughtered thousands, is dead! And has been dead the past decade. And is now very, very confused to wake up in a new body that isn't his, in a room he's never seen before, and to be thrust into the middle of a murder mystery where everyone would want him dead if they were to learn his real identity.

Moominland Midwinter by Tove Jansson -- Moomins hibernate through the winter, that's how it has always been for them. So when young Moomintroll wakes and finds the rest of his family still fast asleep, he's left feeling lost and isolated in this new, strange, snow covered world beyond his door.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers -- (and its sequel A Prayer for the Crown-Shy) A very gentle, compassionate sci-fi novel that explores a world humans have created post-climate-crisis. Life is different, the past distant, and a young tea monk never expected to run into an actual robot, who had so long ago left humanity to live their own secluded life in the wilds. Now they're both struggling to answer the question "What do humans need?"

The Radium Girls by Kate Moore -- (and Kate Moore's other book The Woman They Could Not Silence) The Radium Girls is a narrative non-fiction book that looks at the lives of the girls who were paid to paint luminous watch dials using radium paint. It explores the horror, exploitation, and suffering that came from work place negligence and the world's gradual learning about what exactly radium can do.

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston -- Presidential son and British prince are forced together for the sake of publicity - to prove that they don't actual hate each other and aren't going to cause a diplomatic incident. They cause a whole new and exciting diplomatic incident by falling in love! Do not read this for the politics, but it did end up being way way better than I expected, this author creates quite compelling characters.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett -- Sour, spoiled, and ill Mary is sent to live with her distant uncle on the Yorkshire moors. Set to be as contrary and unhappy as possible, little by little Mary begins to come out of her shell as she experiences nature, play, and love for perhaps the first time in her life.

System Collapse by Martha Wells -- Newest Murderbot book!! Murderbot, ART's crew, and the humans from Preservation are doing their best to defend the colonists on a plant that's cursed with a strange, alien plague from being consumed by the more immediate threat of corporate slavery. Something, however, seems to be wrong with Murderbot and its worried that if it can't fix the problem soon, it may cost its humans their lives.

(TGCF) Heaven Official's Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu -- Xie Lian is a god. Was a good. He has ascended to godhood twice, and been banished back to earth twice. Once a favour among the gods, he is now a laughing stock, a scrap-collecting god who has been forgotten by almost everyone. So it is with some shock and exasperation to all involved when he ascends for a third time.

This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone -- A ridiculous poetic novella written through improbable letters that are written between two time travels on opposites sides of a time war. Seriously, this is probably the most beautiful book I read this year, go read it, the hype is justified.

Wave Me Goodbye by Jacqueline Wilson -- As World War Two rages, Shirley, like many children of the time, is sent from her home in London to be housed by a foster family in the country in order to avoid the Blitz. Put up with two boys in the strange, mostly empty Red House, Shirley has to find a new life for herself out in the country.

When The Angels Left The Old Country by Sacha Lamb -- Uriel the angel and Little Ash the demon find themselves drawn from their usual lives when a young girl from their shtetl goes missing after emigrating to America. Both with their own reasons for wanting to leave the old country, they set off on a sea voyage that will change everything for them.

Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame -- The classic stories of Rat, Mole, and Toad. The story begins when Mole, venturing out of his little burrow, meets Rat and winds up living with him in his little home by the river rather than returning to his own, lonely, little hole. From there they have a variety of domestic adventures over the seasons, most notable being Toad's ill-fated obsession with motor cars.

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Congratulations to all of the wonderful authors and artists who took part in the seventh annual Dean/Cas Pinefest!

This pining season, 39 teams comprised of 41 authors and 25 artists brought us a truly incredible 1,470,624 words of fic, and 141 gorgeous works of art.

If you're interested in seeing more numbers, you can find a full breakdown of this and past year's stats here!

Once again, we've been blown away by the sheer talent and creativity of this fandom, and we're so happy that people are still interested in this event two years after Supernatural wrapped up (for now!)

In case you're wondering: yes, the mods are still fully aboard this ship, and will be back to run an eighth round!

An official announcement for the 2024 Pinefest will come in July, so follow us here on Tumblr & @deancaspinefest on Twitter to make sure you don’t miss out 🌲

Under the cut, you’ll find links to every masterpost from the 2023 round, and you can also check out the collection on Ao3. Make sure to let the authors and artists know how much you enjoyed their creations with a like, kudos, or best of all, a reblog, rec, or comment!

Everywhere

The Devil You Know (Who Also Knows You)

Other Worlds Than These

The barista and the bookshop

Hunter’s Throne

Marigold

won’t you stay with me, my darling, when the war starts in my heart?

Depth of Field

Dear Western Red Cedar #2409

You Could Save Me (from the way I tend to be)

straw house, straw dog

Life After Loss

Don’t forget me when I’m gone

On Wayward Tracks

The Fool, Fish and Rocks

Something in the Air

stay in my arms (if you dare)

Everything’s Fine

Djinn & Tonic

Buzz

My Turning Page

Breaking Bonds

The Emoji Guy

When I Knew You

Faith and Magic

Fall A Little Further

The Waiting (is the hardest part)

Lucky Mud

Lavender Pines

Devil on the Dirt

Maybe Next Time

r/Relationships

West

the long hill home

when the stars align

My Body is a Cage

Whisper My Name

Unbeknownst Soul Mate

carving deep blue ripples

And once you're all caught up on this year’s crop of pine, there are 553 works of art and 180 fics (totaling almost 7 million words) to be found in the previous six Pinefest rounds!

Until next time... happy pining!

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sentientsky · 6 months

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"I forgive you." It came out like a blood clot—like an artery dripping gore—like an oil spill. Crowley felt his shoulders rise, fall, fall, fall. The air between them hummed, the tension of six thousand years turning every atom electrified and silently screaming. Breath shuddered out of him, human and terrible and hollowing. He had never been more grateful for the swallowing darkness of his glasses, for the way they hid the centuries of pre-emptive grief and wicked terror. The air was suffocating, the once familiar bookshop turned catacomb.

And then, hating himself for it but seeing no other way forward, he spoke the words aloud. "Don't bother". And then he was out in the middle of Soho and the breeze was harsh against his too-warm skin. Stepping out into the sun felt like rising to the surface of some great ocean—the gasping, desperate feeling in his lungs, the sudden crash of noise. A woman across the street called for her wife. A car horn. A dog barking. Laughter, cruel and far-off. He pulled breath into lungs that didn't need it, winced as he felt slivers of cold drive into the soft flesh of his throat.

So that was it; five and a half million years of want and need and burning, aching somedays, cyphered pleas for "our side". All gone in the space between shaking half-breaths and a kiss still seared against his lips.

Fuck it.

He'd ruined it the first time, had forced them both to look directly into the sun, to face the thing they'd been dancing around for the better part of six millennia. He could do better—would do better. At a music café some years ago, a human had been playing the piano—something soft and slow. A jazz number, if the demon remembered correctly. But the remarkable thing wasn’t the song itself, but that they were playing it with their eyes closed. Aziraphale had pointed this fact out to Crowley, excitement lilting in his voice (even then, the sound had thrilled him, sent a stab of warmth through his heart). It was only after the final note reverberated through the room that the artist opened their eyes, blinking in the sudden rush of stage lights. Aziraphale, ever the music connoisseur, approached the musician. The pianist had explained that, for them, reading music never came easy. Rather, they learned by touch, by the way the keys felt on their fingertips. In fact, the only way they could play a song was with their eyes closed. If they watched their hands as they played or thought too hard about their next move, they got confused and tripped over the notes. Muscle memory, they’d said. It was muscle memory—the galactic familiarity of finding the space between seconds and prying—that guided Crowley now. He hadn’t done it since Not-Armageddon, but it came easily to him just the same. Time, you see, operates kind of like sound, like music; it loops and sways and carries forward in waves. If you know where to look (as the demon did), you can disrupt the flow, send it back towards the shore.

And this was what Crowley did now. Drawing his hands through the ripples of minutes and seconds and hours and millennia, time stilled around him. It was natural. Easy, like breathing or sleeping. Or loving Aziraphale. Slowly, the world turned backwards; humans retreating from whence they came, cars driving in reverse, the wind blowing in the opposite direction. If Heaven had taken notice of their "half-a-miracle", Crowley expected them to be able to see this from every edge of the universe. He likely only had one shot at this.

The world aligned itself once more, and time returned to its regular, steady gait—a rubber band snapping back into place. Something hummed in Crowley’s chest. Something bright and burning and the shape of a neutron star. Hands shaking, he reached for the handle of the bookshop and pushed. The bell above the door rang, clear and and too-loud in the morning air. Aziraphale whirled around, a trembling half-smile on his face. Oh. Oh, somebody, this was going to be harder than he thought. It felt like all the oxygen, all the courage, had been punched clear out of him "Crowley!" A beat, a shuddering breath. "Angel". He pressed his still-trembling hands into his pockets and strode forward. "Oh, Crowley, dear, I've been looking for you. I have excellent news." His stomach did a little flip, something deep within him growing hollow and fearful. "We have to talk," he managed to choke out around the heart still lodged in his throat. "Yes, I quite think we do. I have something to tell you." Aziraphale strode forward, all grins and beauty like a flickering star, all plasma and heat. He could practically feel the agitated warmth roll off of his angel. Crowley shivered. "I just met with the Meta—” "No. Wait," the demon held up a hand, pausing the rushing torrent of Aziraphale’s words. "Just let me say my thing, please." "My dear boy, just—oh, what is that lovely human expression—"

"Hold that thought," Crowley muttered. His eyes burned behind his glasses. Aziraphale looked pleasantly taken aback.

"Yes, how did you know? I—" "No." The angel's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No?" "No," he repeated, enunciating each letter with perfect clarity. He was going to do it right this time. He was going to keep him from leaving. He could be good. Right? "I’m gonna speak, and I want you to listen to me without interrupting, m'kay?" Words were building in the basin of his sternum now, pushing up on his airways. He was going to have to say it outright this time; no more waltzing around this frenzied galaxy of emotion. Willing his hands to steadiness, he pulled his glasses from his face, and tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Aziraphale's breath seemed to catch for a moment, meeting the ferocity of the demon's gaze head-on. A deer in headlights. And then, "Crowley, I really—" (Eons hurtled through his mind in a split second, the serrated knife's-edge of want like a being all its own. Aziraphale in the garden. Aziraphale in the tavern, on the cliffside, on the West End stage, in the Bentley, in the bookshop, in the very marrow of Crowley’s bones.) "I love you," he rasped, ichor writhing in his veins.

There, he'd said it., said it fully and completely, without so much as flinching. It was the same love he'd expressed for the past several thousand years in a million little, unspoken ways: an ox rib, a revolution, a church, a burning bookshop and the bottom of a glass and a lost best friend. A yellow Bentley, a lifetime of tethering his life to Aziraphale's, of trailing after him like a moth to flame—like a dog to its owner. "I love you," he pushed on. They were both looking directly into the sun again, Crowley urging them to stare straight into the heat of it all. The words were spilling out of him now, a heaving, thrashing current falling to the bookshop's hardwood floors. "I love you and you can't go to Heaven." Aziraphale froze, pupils blown wide and unblinking, for just a moment. Tension stretched out like a thread between them. And then he pulled in breath like a drowning man (who wasn't really a man at all), and tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes, and oh god, he'd made his angel cry. Fear and guilt and horror slammed into him at a million kilometers an hour and left him halfway between dizzy and nauseous. His fingers tensed at his side, desperate to do something, fix what he'd so obviously broken. Heaven would be on the front step any moment. It was too late, wasn't it? It was always too late. "Crowley—what?" Aziraphale breathed, mouth twisting into a brutal, terrible, heart-wrenching sob. Crowley ached, panic lancing through him like a knife. "I—I really, I can't. You could come with me." He stepped forward, moving to place his hands on the demon's shoulders. Crowley leaned into the touch, almost unconsciously. "Don't go," he croaked, tears beginning to prick his own eyes once again. This time he didn't reach for his glasses, didn't try to hide his fear. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. And then Aziraphale could hate him and his desperate, hungry, reverent love in the aftermath. "Don't go where I can't follow. Please".

His angels blue-grey eyes searched his own, and the weight of his gaze was impossibly heavy, pressing down on his chest like a river-smoothed rock. "Crowley, please. I don't understand. The Metatron said—" His palms found the sides of Crowley's throat, thumbs resting gently on the side of his jaw. Crowley sucked in a breath. "Angel," The scent of earl grey—of old books and soft tartan chairs. Aziraphale's hands were shaking. "I know what the Metatron said," he intoned, soft as rainfall. "You can't go. It's not—they won't change. You're better than that." "But you could be an angel. With me," he murmured, soft thumbs running across sharp cheekbones. "Be my second-in-command." "Don't want to be. Want t' be an us," he felt tears—traitorous, burning tears tip over the edge of his lashes and fall against his face. "Crowley, darling, please." A beat. "I love you." The bottom of the world dropped out from under him in that moment. Aziraphale loved him. He loved him and he'd said it aloud and now it was out there in the world and it was as though every nerve on his body was on fire. His angel pushed on, "Truly, I love you. I need you with me. Please, come with me. We can do good, I know it." He could never say no when his angel asked something of him. Especially not when his kind, gentle hands were holding him like something good, something precious. Especially not when Aziraphale had just admitted to needing him, had injected the word with so much warmth he thought his all-too-human heart might beat clear out of his chest. But there was a first (technically, second) time for everything. He drew in a heavy breath, and tilted his head, breaking his angel's hold on him. Aziraphale's hands—now empty, still shook. He made a soft whimpering sound, and Crowley ached to kiss his fingertips, banish the fear. But instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, to a God who was not there—who maybe had never been there at all. He felt the Heavenly Host drawing near, a sense of hollow emptiness, the scent of absence. This was the time of last-ditch efforts, of holding his heart out and hoping Aziraphale might take it as it was, bruised spots and all. "I can't. I won't. I need to be here, on Earth, with you." "Crowley, please. I don't think you understand what I'm offering you," he huffed. A residual shard of anger stabbed at him then, and he turned his gaze sharply back to the angel before him. "Oh, I understand perfectly well, angel. I'm fairly certain I understand better than you do." Aziraphale's mouth drew into a thin line, tears welling fresh in his eyes again. And still, Crowley ached. A beat. Something in the angel shifted, then, turned on its edge—the walls beginning to go up again, and it was just like it had been not fifteen minutes ago. He was watching the same moment play out over and over again; some cyclical, torrential nightmare. "I would like you to come with me, but," Aziraphale paused, voice breaking in the middle. "But I'm leaving, with or without you." And there it was, like it was predestined. Despite the love, despite the want, despite every shared bottle passed between them, every half-accidental touch and glance and whispered word—despite the way he would’ve let Aziraphale run a sword through his chest... It wasn't enough. It was never enough. They were re-enacting their old magic trick, right there in the bookshop, this time with Crowley staring down the barrel, letting Aziraphale pull the trigger. Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear. Aziraphale wasn't shooting past his ear. His bloody ribcage felt as though it might splinter apart. Wingbeats in the distance, a grief wide enough to drown the sea. Crowley reached down, pulled his sunglasses from their resting spot against his clavicle. And then the hunger in his eyes was once more hidden, and he was walking towards the door like a man headed to execution. "Crowley—" Aziraphale nearly keened, the wall crumbling for a split second. Without turning, Crowley said the only words he could think of. "I forgive you."

#did i steal some lines from one of my own fanfics??? yes. yes i did #because im tired and i don't want to come up with more metaphors for time warping rn. so hush <3 #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 300 WORDS LONG #FUCK I FUCKED UP IM DEHYDRATED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY WHAT THE FUCK #idek what this is i literally have not edited one tiny little bit of this. i just came up with everything as i went along so i apologize #ignore the fact that the dialogue/pacing/ideas diverge from canon shhhhhh im too tired to look at source material #ehhh dunno how i feel ab this but whatever here's something (???)#take a shot every time i say chest or heart or ache or tremble #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #crowley angst #final fifteen #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable divorce #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #gomens

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yasubloodly · 7 months

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Just Us

Chapter 1: Bentley's Owner

Good Omens x GN Reader

Sypnosis: Moving into a new place will never be easy but making new friends especially with an angel and a demon?

Who knows.

A/N: Decided to post it here too. Uh this is my first time posting here.

(Y/N) - Your Name

(H/C) - Hair Color

(E/C) - Eyes Color

(Y/F/N) - Your Full Name

(S/C) - Skin Color

Over the years, Soho evolved and adapted. It became a haven for the creative minds that flocked to its streets. Musicians, writers, and artists found solace and inspiration in its coffeehouses and underground clubs. The melodies of jazz, soul, and rock 'n' roll filled the air, drawing both the curious locals and the adventurous tourists to its lively margins.

Beyond its artistic allure, Soho pulsates with culinary delights. From hidden speakeasies to renowned Michelin-starred restaurants, its diverse array of flavors tantalizes the taste buds. Soho is an epicurean's paradise, inviting food enthusiasts from all walks of life to explore its gastronomic offerings.

The neighborhood cherishes its working-class heritage, weaving the stories of the past with the energetic rhythm of the present. Traditional pubs frequented by laborers still stand proudly on street corners, their wooden interiors echoing with laughter and tales of days gone by.

Soho may be a small corner of London, but its spirit is immeasurable. It is a place where creativity knows no bounds, a hub of artistic expression and cultural revolution. The legacy it leaves on those who venture through its vibrant streets is one of inspiration and acceptance.

(Y/N) has been living in a big city their whole life, so moving to Soho was a dream come true. Even though they were excited, the hustle and bustle of the city was intimidating and overwhelming. They started to wander around and got lost in the busy street.

As they were trying to orient themselves , something caught their eye. It was a grand old Bentley, parked across the street. (Y/N) was mesmerized by it. The car was sleek and elegant, totally different from anything they ever owned and different from anything they’ve seen before.

The Bentley’s owner was leaning against the car, with his fiery red hair and a black jacket. He remained stern-faced despite the chaos brewing in his mind as he leaned against his sleek Bentley, his gaze fixed at the vintage little bookshop across the street. Even though (Y/N) had made eye contact with the Bentley owner twice, the person never responded which made them feel like they weren’t welcomed.

(Y/N) couldn’t peel their eyes away from the beauty of the Bentley. To them, the car was much more than a vehicle, it was a symbol of adventure. With that car they could travel the world, explore different places and meet people from all kinds of backgrounds. It was a dream come true.

(Y/N) already knew that living in Soho was going to be an amazing experience. They simply had to take this opportunity and make something of it. With that thought in their head, (Y/N) smiled.

"What?" The man spat out impolitely.

(Y/N) flinched.

"Excuse me...hello, I'm really sorry for staring. You have such a lovely Bentley, I can't help but to stare" (Y/N) awkwardly stumbled not only on their words but on the steps too, talking to a stranger in a place you don't know can be dangerous. Slowly, (Y/N) walks to him but stay a few feets away from him.

"Oh, also I'm new around here so I don't actually know what to do besides walking around..umm" (Y/N) whispered to themselves, Crowley could barely hear them.

(Y/N) does not want to make a weird first impression to Crowley. Their soft (H/C) hair bounce from every steps they are taking.

Crowley was bored and a bit hungry. But the human seemed rather polite. (Y/N) had that innocent puppy dog look on their face. Maybe the human wasn't so bad after all, especially because they admired his car.

He raised an eyebrow at them, wondering why they were approaching him. He didn't want to be bothered by someone looking for directions or something similar.

However, he still asked, "Are you lost?" Maybe he could give them false directions, he smirked internally.

"Oh! No no... I'm not lost actually. I'm new to this area. I'm just hanging around here. I did visit some shops and uhh that coffee shop behind me, it was good! " (Y/N) directed their finger towards the coffee shop behind them.

Their bright (E/C) eyes squinted, they smiled awkwardly or perhaps nervously. Their shoulders dropped as both of their hands are at the sides.

"Hmm, new here. I don't know anyone that looks quite like you," Crowley muttered, looking them up and down. Their nervousness amused him, he was sure he could annoy them even more.

He looked at them with a serious expression on his face, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm (Y/F/N) , pleasure meeting you umm... " (Y/N) trailed off, trying to get Crowley to tell his own name.

"Crowley." He said his name with a straight face, even though he was slightly entertained by the conversation.

Then he smirked, and his voice rang with a bit of sarcasm, "Pleasure is all mine," he said, even though he didn't really think that. "Oh, and are you some kind of exotic tourist around here, (Y/N) ?"

He knew (Y/N) just move into here since they mentioned it earlier but he decided to tease them even more.

Flush creeps across their (S/C) cheeks. Their (E/C) eyes widen for a second before shifting glances all around the streets. "Uh... I'm a freelancer, I move into this neighborhood just to get some fresh air. It looks nice here" They flashes a smile to Crowley as they nervously tucked one hair behind their ear.

"How about you Mr. Crowley? What are you doing here, I guess you're not new here like me since you look like you're seems to park your car here every days" questioned (Y/N) .

"Oh, are you trying to figure out my secrets?" He asked with a smirk. "I've got some time to kill, so I thought I'd come and see if my best friend is in the shop."

He gestured in the direction of the shop. "I'm never far from him," he said with a little smile. "I have nothing better to do. I'm so bored. I wish I could fall through a crack in the world to a more exciting world."

He looked at (Y/N) with a bit of curiosity. "Are you enjoying this part of the world?"

It was indeed a strange question, someone that you don't even know and meeting them for only a few seconds just ask you that. What does he wants? Is he trying to be friendly or just curious.

(Y/N) glances at the bookshop Crowley gestured to, their eyes sparked as soon as they saw the shop. "Ohh! I would love to visit the bookshop, I was supposed to go there just to look around and introduce myself but I'm taking my time out here. Probably just me been nervous" (Y/N) chuckled.

They turned back to look at Crowley "I do actually enjoy the world, there's a lot of stuff to be discovered! I get to do things that I enjoy too! " beamed (Y/N). Their smile widen at the thought of enjoying life with everything that they have.

"It just so happens that my best friend works in that very charming little bookshop." He couldn't help himself, and grinned at (Y/N)'s excitement about the bookshop.

"Is it really that exciting for you?" He asked, a bit amused.

"Are you perhaps a fan of books, then?" Crowley wondered, because he himself enjoyed a good book every once in a while. But he was sure that there were many things more entertaining to do than reading. Or so he thought.

"I love books! It's just the smell of books got me feeling gleeful. Besides reading books, I also love listening to music especially when I'm drawing or reading. How about you Mr. Crowley, do you enjoy them as well? " curiously, they look at Crowley in anticipation.

"Hmm, you seem like a bit of a nerd," he teased.

"Yes, I might enjoy books and music too," he said with a small smile. His grin widened, and he glanced at (Y/N) in a way that made they feel as if he was looking right through them. He always found it amusing to see someone blush, and he was sure (Y/N)'s face was starting to get a little pink.

He took a breath and then asked, "Speaking of music, what kind of music do you like?"

(Y/N) let out a soft breathe laugh "To be honest, I love music like Queen but not a lot of people seems to enjoy it. Quite rare if I must say" They crossed their arms as they crinkles their nose.

Crowley grinned when (Y/N) started to talk about their favorite band. He loved Queen, and he was actually quite surprised that they mentioned them.

"Queen? Really?" He asked. "I also really enjoy them, they're one of my all time favorites!"

The demon gave a loud laughter and then said, "I never thought that I would ever find someone in a place like this that enjoys music even half as much as I do!"

He looked at (Y/N) , and then added with a flirtatious edge in his voice, "Perhaps you and I aren't so different after all."

(Y/N) giggles, they hums a bit " Perhaps we aren't, Mr. Crowley " they winked.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Crowley. I guess... I better go now. That bookshop of your good friend has been intriguing me for almost hours" They look down at their black leather watch, wrapping nicely around their left wrist.

(Y/N) look up back to Crowley, smiling softly "Unless you wouldn't mind to walk me there and introduce me to your friend? "

Crowley was surprised by their sudden flirtatiousness. Were they really flirting with him? A human, flirting with him? He liked it.

"Of course I don't mind," he said with a smirk. "I don't want you to get lost. And it makes me happy to make you happy by introducing you to my friend," he replied with a charming smile.

He started to walk towards the bookshop. It was almost time for closing, and he was hoping that his best friend was still around.

Before they could even reach to the bookshop. Crowley halted. He was hit by a strong sense of urgency, his heart rate increasing rapidly. He immediately stopped walking, turning to look at (Y/N) with a serious expression on his face.

(Y/N) looked at Crowley in concerned " Is something ma-"

"Something is wrong," he said in a low voice. "I have to go back."

He knew that something important had to happen to disturb him, but as always, his curiosity got the better of him. He decided to at least have a look, maybe it'd be worth it.

He quickly started to walk in the opposite direction, trying to ignore all of the people staring at him and wondering what the heck was going on.

Crowley let out a sigh. "Oh, for Go- ugh, what is it now?!" His face suddenly changed to an angry, annoyed gaze.

Crowley stopped for a moment and turned to (Y/N). They seemed confused about his abrupt behavior, but there was really nothing he could do about it.

He said, "I'm sorry for taking up your time, but something urgent has come up, something I can't ignore."

Crowley then turned and ran as fast as he could, disappearing out of sight around the corner and leaving (Y/N) all by themselves with no idea what the heck just happened.

(Y/N) watched Crowley's Bentley disappeared as he drives away from there. They already at the bookshop door so they don't mind at all. Crowley business seems rather urgent so they don't really want to bother him. Crowley was an interesting man, wearing all black and his red colored hair stood out even more.

(Y/N) shook their head, turning around to face the fascinating bookshop that they have been wanting to go inside. They took a deep breath, they look through the glass on the door, trying to find the mentioned friend of Crowley.

A/N: I'm so sorry that they might be a bit OOC but I've been dying on creating a GO fanfic and finally after 2 seasons 😭 decided to write one. Anyways, reader is non binary,

I'll update new chapter whenever I can so please do not put too much hope on me. At first I wanted to write this as one shots but decided to make it a series. Thank you for reading it!

I might not be a big fan of Queen but I love them🧡

#good omens #gn reader #good omens x reader #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x y/n #crowley x reader #crowley x y/n

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raplinesmoon · 2 years

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the way home

what happens on your way home from date night?

pairing: bts x reader genre(s): fluff au(s): established relationship au word count: 1.8k warnings: none, just softness rating: g

a/n: this was inspired by me, as a very single girl in a big city, having no one to get up to trouble with on my way home from going out. i passed by one of those flower stands and bought a boquet, and it made me think of these short drabbles.

namjoon

The autumn leaves crunched under your heels as you and Namjoon walk side by side, his arm wrapping tight around your waist to shield you from the crisp chill in the air. The gallery opening had you buzzing with excitement all evening, Namjoon and you slack-jawed over the various pieces, studying and marveling over them together. Eventually though, your eyelids had begun to droop, and Namjoon knew it was time to go home. And so, the two of you set off on the not-long, but not short either walk through the city streets, the promise of a warm bed fueling your desire to stay awake.

As you walk, Namjoon chatters along, doing his best to keep your fatigue at bay. He points to every house, waves at every dog, and stares into every storefront, until one of them makes him stop in his tracks.

It was a bookshop, towers of books peeking at you from behind the window, the dim light indicating they were still open for business art this late hour.

“Namjoon,” you yawn sleepily, hoping he’ll take the hint.

“___-ah, please,” Namjoon pouts, giving you a show of his dimples.

The two of you stumble in, browsing through the impressive selection, sharing input on the latest picks you want to take home.

Eventually, the two of you bid goodbye to the kind owner, arms a little heavier, and pockets a little lighter, excited for the promise of some quality reading time before you fall asleep.

seokjin

“Arghhh,” Seokjin groans, rubbing a hand across his stomach. “I’m so full I don’t even want to think about food for another three days.”

You chuckle at his dramatic reactions, swatting him on the arm, and he yelps. The two of you had gone all out for some Korean barbeque, Seokjin insisting that you had to eat enough to “get your money’s worth”. You just hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite you later.

“Liar, we both know you’re already thinking about breakfast tomorrow,” you tease him, loving the way his ears turn red.

His walk slows down all of a sudden, his eyes glinting with mischief as he catches sight of something. Following his gaze, your eyes widen and your stomach sinks when you see the sign in the ice cream shop window.

“Lovers’ Sundae for two,” it reads. “Any couple to finish in less than ten minutes wins a prize!”

“Jin, no,” you barely have enough time to protest before he’s dragging you inside.

. . .

One gigantic sundae later, and the two of you are giggling, laughter bouncing off the walls, doomed to crash from the inevitable sugar high that’s befallen you. The restaurant staff had gathered around to cheer your efforts as you took the massive dessert down bite by bite, hollering with applause when the metal of your spoons met the bottom of the bowl.

“I hope we don’t regret doing this for the prize tomorrow morning,” you groan.

Jin takes your hand in his, smiling at you from across the table.

“I already won before we even started. I got you, didn’t I?”

yoongi

Yoongi yawns, his mouth stretching wide like a cat’s as he stretches, and you rub soothing circles across his back. The concert had gone on longer than you’d expected, and you internally curse yourself for keeping him up late when you knew he had upcoming deadlines.

If he was mad at you, Yoongi didn’t show it, pulling you against his chest as the two of you walked through the subway station, hurrying along so you wouldn’t miss your ride home. His warm arms instantly made you feel safer among the hectic crowd, your heart finally at ease.

Suddenly, you come to a halt, Yoongi crashing into you as he stops, taking in the lilting tune of a song that has begun to echo across the tracks. You barely have time to say anything before Yoongi sets off, you in tow as the train that you were supposed to be on thundered into the station. Your mouth opens in surprise, but you follow him to the source of the music.

It’s a young violinist, caught in a passionate rendition of one of the very songs you’d heard tonight. Their fingers flit effortlessly across the strings, the notes melding into a seamless harmony, and you find yourself bopping along. Beside you, Yoongi goes completely still, his feline eyes surveying the musician curiously.

As the song comes to an end, you barely catch wind of Yoongi moving beside you, before he drops a hefty tip into their instrument case, the violinist’s eyes widening in shock at the generous gesture.

Yoongi says nothing, giving them a smile and a wave, before grabbing your hand in his, leading you back towards the platform.

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

hoseok

“God Hobi, my feet hurt,” you whine, your lower lip trembling as you limp down the sidewalk in your heels, Hoseok offering you a steady arm to lean against.

Your feet feel like they’ve been rubbed raw, blisters forming on your heels, and you resist the urge to let a few tears escape. You didn’t want him to feel bad. The dance lesson had been harder than you expected, but Hoseok’s smile had made it all worth it, shining brightly in the dimly lit room as he twirled you in his arms.

Hoseok had wanted to hit the club after, his feet ready for more, but you’d begged against it. Except now the guilt was setting in as the two of you traversed the short distance home down a couple of streets.

Suddenly Hoseok comes to a stop.

“Give me your shoes,” he says, slipping out of his own dress shoes and picking them up, offering them to you.

“Hobi, I can’t,” you argue, but he listens to none of it, quietly bending down to slip the heels off and his own shoes on, triple knotting the laces so they won’t slide off your feet.

“What about you?” you ask curiously, guffawing when you see him slip the heels on, the sparkly straps a stark foil to his sophisticated suit.

“If you can handle dancing in these for me, I think I can handle the five-minute walk up to the apartment,” he laughs, his amusement echoing into the night air as he leads you home. When you reach upstairs, he slips the shoes off your feet.

“I know we said no more dancing for tonight, but how about we twirl into bed together?”

jimin

“Park Jimin, for the last time, I said no way!” your face turns red as you scream at your boyfriend, his pouty lips making you instantly feel guilty for raising your voice.

You didn’t even want to think about how much money he’d spent tonight, from the fancy restaurant to the expensive limo, and now he wanted to spoil you even more? Your conscience was unable to handle his kindness, always wishing you could do something in return.

“___, come on, please it’d look so good on you,” he whines, gesturing to the red dress in the store window. “We should just try it on.”

“I don’t know,” you hesitate, but he’s already walking inside. You trail along after him, the sales assistant flocking to you and squealing in excitement as Jimin points to the dress from the window. What happened to going home and watching cartoons?

Before you can even protest, you’re ushered into the changing room, the curtains swishing behind you as you come face to face with the dress. It really was beautiful. Trying it on wouldn’t hurt, right?

You step out shyly from behind the curtain, Jimin’s jaw dropping when he sees you in the red fabric.

“We’ll take it,” he tells the cashier immediately, and you blush when he shoots you a wink.

You fiddle with your thumbs nervously, only for him to come up to you and press a kiss to your cheek.

“I know what you’re going to say, but just let me spoil you, okay? Date night is for you to feel special, and it’s not over just yet.”

taehyung

“Tae, it’s getting late,” you tap your foot impatiently, wondering why he’s deviated from your usual route to the bus stop. It was a busy night, the fireworks drawing an endless crowd, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up against him on the couch right now.

“I knew I saw it somewhere around here,” Taehyung mumbles, eyes focused on the road ahea, barely casting you a second glance. You frown. What could be so important that he’d forget Yeontan waiting for him at home?

You walk down a couple more shady streets, the darkness causing you to lean into Taehyung’s chest, before you hear an “aha!” and you gasp.

Flowers. Tons of them. The two of you have come to a stop outside one of the plentiful streetside flower stalls, the fresh scent of the blooms permeating your nostrils.

“Ahhh Taehyung-ssi,” the old woman running the stall beams at him. “So good to see you again. And I see you brought someone with you this time.”

The woman smiles at you, and Taehyung brings you towards the stall.

“Pick any of them,” he gestures to the spread, and you feel your heart blossom with love for him.

You don’t know how long the two of you spend staring at the flowers, feeling each petal in between your fingertips, but by the end, you’re carrying a bouquet the size of your head, filled with an assortment of colors and fragrances.

“Aren’t you glad we stopped by now?” Taaehyung smirks, taking one of the flowers to tuck behind your ear.

All you can do is smile.

jungkook

You’re lost. The two of you are lost and Jungkook knows it. You know it too, but you hold it in. It hadn’t been his fault. The two of you had wandered in the wrong direction after catching the latest superhero flick at the theatre, and now you were paying the price.

While you’d been ready to chew Jungkook out, you knew it wasn’t his fault. In fact, as the streets got darker and more ominous, you were thankful for his presence beside you, making you feel protected.

“My phone died,” Jungkook curses under his breath. “We’ll just have to retrace our steps.”

He slings an arm around your shoulder, and the two of you carefully make sure to walk back the exact path you came. Except halfway through, Jungkook gets distracted, leaving your side to run inside an empty park.

“Jungkook, are you for real,” you groan, but stop when you hear him howl with laughter, using his muscular arms to launch himself onto the monkey bars.

“C’mere!” he waves you over, and you break out into a grin, jogging towards him. The two of you take turns going down the slide, Jungkook daring you to go on your back, while you push him to go on his belly.

The two of you giggle in a race on the swings, pushing to see who’ll go the highest, and before you know it, the nighttime sky has made way to the dawn, hues of pink and purple breaking through the inky blue.

Yawning, Jungkook reaches for your hand, and you give him a yawn back.

“Now we can find our way home.”

A/N pt. Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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ambeeuk · 25 days

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Ineffable duo always saving each other

So those pair of idiots are always doing things to save and protect the other one. Sometimes its just outright saving, sometimes its something dumb like protecting the other by not telling the other something. And lets face it they would both risk destruction for each other.

But have they thought about what that would mean? Aziraphale would do anything for Crowley, do anything to save him. But has he thought about what would happen if that got him destroyed? What would Crowley do if Aziraphale was taken away? Well we saw how distraught he was when he thought Aziraphale was killed when the bookshop was on fire. And that was just a short time of thinking he was gone. And what would Aziraphale do is Crowley was gone? He could hide in his books for a bit, but I think he would be like those dogs whose owner dies and they just fade away.

They both just see it from their own point of view. That they want the other to be ok no matter what. But at no time do they see it from the others point of view, how lost and incomplete they would be if they lost the other. They are two halves of a whole, one without the other is broken. I hope in s3 they get to see and understand that better and how doing crazy stuff is sometimes not the best option. I just hope they get their eternity together doing crazy stuff and the fanfic goes on forever. Yay for AO3 and fan made youtube videos

#good omens #crowley #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphale good omens #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley and aziraphale #go2 #aziraphale and crowley #aziracrow #crowley/aziraphale #crowziraphale #ineffable duo #ineffableboyfriends #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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angelic-omega · 23 days

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Ineffable Husbands Headcanons based on me and my fiancé

Aziraphale was the one to reach out first

Aziraphale caught feelings first but didn’t realize until after Crowley caught feelings too

Crowley confessed his feelings first

Aziraphale was scared of his feelings for Crowley so he told himself Crowley didn’t feel the same

Aziraphale thought he was being subtle but Crowley could see exactly how he felt from the very beginning

Crowley knew Aziraphale loved him before Aziraphale put a word to the feeling

Both have a tendency to push people away when they get close but both somehow couldn’t let go of one another

Crowley is very touchy and Aziraphale is very touch starved but shy about it

****NSFT**** Aziraphale and Crowley have both had sex but Aziraphale has only gone ‘all the way’ a few times as opposed to Crowley who is slightly more experienced

Crowley is a ✨biter✨

Aziraphale likes three big meals a day and Crowley will have little nibbles here and there since he’s not much of a foodie

****NSFT****Aziraphale has an oral fixation which is why he likes food…for the mouth feel (this got personal fast)

Crowley wants more tattoos

Aziraphale wants tattoos too but he can barely stick a sticker so every time he tries to get one he chickens out

Both prefer cats over dogs

Aziraphale wears pink and pink is a close contender for his favorite color

Crowley’s favorite color is said to be black but it’s really the blueish green of Aziraphales eyes

Aziraphale’s favorite color is yellow…like Crowley’s eyes

Aziraphale and Crowley both experience light sensitivity which is why Aziraphale keeps the bookshop so dimly lit

Crowley likes to bask in the sun like a snake

Aziraphale likes to join him with a book but tends to overheat easier

Crowley gives Aziraphale the confidence to wear a bikini

Both enjoy the beach

Aziraphale is the little spoon and Crowley is the big spoon

They both just made up an anniversary date because neither of them are 100% sure when exactly they became a couple

Crowley is the perfect height to give Aziraphale forehead kisses

Aziraphale goes slightly up on his toes when they kiss

Crowley is dyslexic

Aziraphale blabs about Crowley to anyone who will listen

Crowley doesn’t like other people knowing his private business

Aziraphale fidgets with his engagement ring

Both enjoy crafting and the arts! They enjoy making things for each other…

Both love giving each other gifts

Aziraphale also likes rock and roll and claims it is musically similar to classical music. However, sometimes music with lyrics gives him a headache so he prefer instrumental music!

****NSFT**** Aziraphale is the bottom but is not always submissive (there’s a difference people learn your terms)

Aziraphale does enjoy a good bourbon from time to time but prefers wine or mixed drinks

Crowley has slight fangs

Crowley prefers a shower

Aziraphale prefers a bath

Aziraphale can’t stand how body hair feels under his clothes so he shaves it all off and is completely smooth

Crowley doesn’t mind it so in contrast is fairly hairy

Crowley has a back tattoo (manifesting this for season three)

Both paint their nails but only rarely and normally show the other directly after they do so

Aziraphale is agnostic and Crowley is an Atheist

Crowley is an optimist

Aziraphale is a realist

If one of them cries the other will absolutely cry as well

Crowley prefers to cry alone but Aziraphale wants comforted

Aziraphale feels safe with Crowley even if he has trust issues

Aziraphale struggles to initiate touches outside of hand holding

Aziraphale likes to surprise Crowley but most of the time ends up telling him his plans if pushed

Aziraphale is a TERRIBLE liar

Aziraphale can act though which is sort of like lying

Crowley gets sleepy early but both Aziraphale and Crowley wake around the same time

Crowley growls on a regular basis

Aziraphale has never fully recovered from said growling

Aziraphale has thunderstorm anxiety

Crowley loves the sound of storms, he finds them relaxing

Aziraphale is a ‘backseat driver’ as well as a passenger princess

Crowley spoils Aziraphale half to death

Aziraphale has no clue how to handle it because he’s so used to going above and beyond but he doesn’t need to with Crowley

They love each other

#good omens headcanons #good omens brainrot #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

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Here's a crossover nobody asked for, but has wormed its way into my head and won't leave: Good Omens × The Magnus Archives.

To clarify, not characters taken from one and put in the other's setting, both characters and settings put together in a weird soup.

I know the crossover doesn't make any sense, but the thought of the Them and the NotThem existing in the same universe greatly amuses me.

Further ramblings below the cut.

I've been debating between the Fears being an invention of Hell that has gone out of control and them being completely unrelated, outside beings with a power level closer to God, I feel like the first option diminishes their status a bit, but it is funnier. Maybe there could be a connection between them and the four riders of the apocalypse?

I want there to be a concrete divide between the divine/occult and eldritch, so that it's not just Hell's horror department and Angels and Demons are separate from monsters and avatars. But in universe not a lot of people know about the existence of either (aside from faith of course, which isn't the same as knowledge), so the ones that do encounter them have little to no basis for telling them apart. Also the Fears have a more active presence on Earth, so Angels and Demons often get mistaken for avatars by those in the know about the Fears.

The broad strokes of both narratives stay the same, so the GO apocalypse is prevented, but then TMA eyepocalypse happens and GO's characters are really salty about it. The eyepocalypse doesn't trigger a war between Heaven and Hell because of a legal loophole.

Tadfield is completely immune to the influence of all the fears because of Adam's powers, like Salesa's safehouse during the eyepocalypse or like how Aziraphale and Crowley hid Gabriel from Heaven and Hell with a miracle. Aziraphale's bookshop and the building with elevators to Heaven and Hell are the same in that aspect due to the concentration of divine/occult energy. This also applies during the eyepocalypse.

Aziraphale is Jurgen Leitner's biggest hater. He drunkenly made the Jurgen Leitner rant™ in universe while Crowley was cackling and wheezing on the floor. He's been "in correspondence" with Jonah Magnus 200 years ago and is the reason Jonah got obsessed with immortality in the first place. They first met each other at a discreet gentlemen's book club. Aziraphale deeply regrets ever talking to him. He had to fight off Mike Crew with a broom, when he was still looking for a Leitner to call his own. People in the know about the Fears, but not the existance of Angels and Demons assume Aziraphale to be an avatar of the Eye, possibly another Archivist.

Crowley's assumed to be an avatar too, but noone can agree what fear he serves. For a time Desolation was a popular theory, which he hated. Now they lean more toward the Web, the Stranger or the Spiral. He knew Maxwell Rayner back when he was Edmond Halley, because they were both in the astronomy circles at the time. A lot of the things he takes credit for on his reports to Hell are actually the doing of Fear avatars, it works out, because Hell refuses to acknowledge the Fears as a point of pride and noone bothers to check.

Gertrude thought about blowing up the bookshop, but Aziraphale convinced her otherwise. They had tea.

Jared Hopworth called Aziraphale a slur once and had to promptly change career paths.

Jon and Martin passed through Tadfield at some point during the eyepocalypse and met Adam. It was kind of awkward, but they got to pet Dog.

Agnes Nutter wasn't an avatar, she was just like that. Her prophecies mostly didn't concern the Fears, aside from telling one of her descendants not to go to the hundred and fifth house on a road atop a hill.

Anathema and Newt stay as far away from the Fears as possible, especially after Newt's encounter with Sergey Ushanka (Newt accidentally deleted him).

Everyone thinks Shadwell and Tracy are avatars, of the Hunt and the End respectively. They're not. They're just scammers. Tracy likes that it makes her seem more legitimate. Shadwell doesn't like the Fears, but he doesn't count them as witchcraft (except for the Flesh, because nipples, obviously), so he doesn't really care.

Nina and Maggie on the other hand are avatars. They're pretty good at hiding it though. Not sure which ones, probably the End and the Vast. Nina's ex is an avatar of Corruption.

#the magnus archives #tma #good omens #crossover au

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nanowrimo · 7 months

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30 Covers, 30 Days 2023: Day 7

Whew, what a rush of covers! Let's head towards our second community feature. We're featuring Young Adult novel Wonderwall by O.M. Faye. This cover was chosen for its striking colors and fun visuals; it's a cover that draws you into the story! The fonts also tie into the feeling of the story really well too.

(Wondering about the community features? This year, we're highlighting designers who are also NaNo participants! Read more about it in our main 30 Covers, 30 Days post!)

Wonderwall

Music speaks to us in ways nothing else can. That's always been the case for Isaac Burke. When a drunk driver turns his life upside down in the space of one afternoon, music's the only escape he has. His little brother's gone and all he has left is this undertow of regret. He'd move heaven and earth, he'd do anything, but there's no going back.

Isaac retreats behind walls so thick he's unreachable to his family and friends. But when he moves, new neighbors take him by surprise. If die-hard nerd Barrett's the bulldozer, the first to break through the chinks in Isaac's armor, Barrett's twin sister Avery's the wrecking ball, crumbling every last defense he's got.

Between her fiery spirit, kick-ass moves on a skateboard, and unmatched verbal sparring, Isaac falls and he falls hard. From the bumpiest of starts to the first sparks of a love that will never truly fade, no matter how many years they're apart or how famous he becomes, their's is a tale of star-crossed lovers that one day may just beat the odds.

About the Author/Artist

My dream's to live in a bookshop crowded with dusty paperbacks and dog-eared hardcovers. My only employees would be two aloof black cats. (I'd name one Binx and the other Crowley). Their jobs, naturally, would be to pass judgment on every patron who dares cross the threshold and poke around their stacks. If you're lucky, they might grant you the honor of scratching under their chins.

Maybe someday. For now, I live on a farm with my son, our dog he named Ducky, a few unemployed cats, and a bunch of chickens. And books. Lots and lots of books.

Feel free to follow on Twitter @ omfayebooks!

Cover Design Process

I wanted to reference the 90's as much as possible and it really went from there.

#nanowrimo #nano #30c30d #30 covers 30 days #30c30d community features #design #young adult #O.M. Faye

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AAAAAA I've always thought about a lover and doing 11 from the June asks with them. Can I request for 11 with Druig?

A/N - this is brilliant for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Remember

Summary - Druig loves how you love to read

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

“Alright, what do we have here?”

You placed the box of books on the countertop in front of the cashier, seeing her peer over her glasses and look at what was inside the cardboard box. The bookshop was not as crowded that morning, some patrons that were already reading in the usual sitting corners and a few others were looking up and down aisle with some books under their arms.

This was your favorite store, mostly because the owner has had it for decades and was a staple in the community. You’ve been coming to this little shop solely because of the donations that the store would take, including books with annotations. Being a writer and reader that put in annotations yourself, you were happy that the owner was wiling to take your old books, knowing most of the bookstores that you have gone too in the past. Some of them were simply sticklers, you being turned away a few times because of your notes and highlighted area.

But this place was now your safe haven, turning in your old books for new ones that were new arrivals. Not to mention the owner was a kinder lady, a fan of annotations herself and gave great recommendations for new books. She was an older women, her knowledge of literature was amazing and you would talk with her every once in awhile about authors and new reading trends that were out in the literature world.

The owner, affectionally named Greta, was now smiling from seeing the drawings along the side, etched in crayon and marker. You giggled.

“Sorry, my nephew Jack got his hands on the box,” You explained, “These are some of my olds books that I wish to donate to make room for some new ones in my office,”

“Ah! A good donation no doubt from the looks of it. I see some read works in here, why on earth would you get them go?” The owner asked in curiosity. You were about to answer her when your boyfriend Druig leaned on the counter next to you and used his casually smirk on the wonder.

“I asked her the very same thing, and yet she thinks we can let theses precious gems go. How sad is that, eh?” He asked her, the owner chuckled as she took out every book to look over and check for damages. You gave him a knowing stare, to which he was giving one back to you in return. You flicked the collar on his leather jacket while Greta was shifting through every novel.

“You wanted to come with me on this trip just to scold me in front of Greta?” You teased him as he grabbed some of the pieces of candy that was in a small display plate near the cash registry. He popped them in his mouth, cocking his head at you.

“Merely just to make sure you’re parting with the right ones,” He replied in a drawl in his tone, Greta chuckling from her spot as she finally looked up from the box to the pair of you.

“This is a marvelous, these will find great homes for certain. Also, I would love to look through some of the annotations that are in here if tat’s alright?” She asked you.

“Of course you can,” You hummed, “Do you have any new donated books that I can look at?”

“You know where they are,” Greta replied, pointing to a small little area next to the register that had the sign “New Donated Arrivals” on the top of the shelf. You walked along, Druig trailing behind you like a lost puppy dog. You were seeing the spines of the book already out and ready to be gazed at, your eyes moving instantly to read each title on each shelf while Druig was now perched against the shelf, watching you go to work in find some new books to read.

“I know your birthday is comin’ up, and our anniversary too,” Druig commend as you were already grabbing one novel off the shelf to thumb though, you were humming to show that you were listening as he went on, “And I think you should consider getting a kindle or an iPad with all the readin’ you’re doin’ these days,”

“And I shall tell you the same thing I have told you before: no thank you my love,” You replied, placing the book back on the shelf to grab another one, “I’m a book purist, you should know that by now,”

“I do, and I know one of these days your shelf is going to buckle at your apartment with all the books you have,” Druig commented, you smirking as you knew he was telling the truth, “Just think about it, okay? Makkair loves her kindle, she uses it all the time!”

“I know she does,” You said as you gave him small smile, “But nothing beats having a real book in your hands, breathing in the pages and seeing all the work that was placed in these books for others to read and enjoy,”

Druig smiled upon hearing that. He knew you loved books, craved them, and adored them more than anything else that would entertain you. Ever since you two met, he never met another person who loved books and was invested in books. Especially when it came to wiring notes on the side or highlighted passages.

“Why do you do that?” He asked one time as you two were snuggled together on your couch at your place, a month into dating each other. You had a blue highlighter in hand, tracing over a new lines and passages as you shrugged.

“I’ll look back at them when I wanna read them again,” You replied, “They’re written for a reason, right? So I want to remember them, always,”

After a few more minutes, you got about three more books. Walking up to Greta, you were getting ready to pull out your wallet before Druig already handed the cash over before you could. You looked at him with a hint of shock, Druig smiling and kissing your head as Greta was ringing up the books.

“Your early birthday gift,” He said to you as he took the bags of books in hand, then lacing your fingers together.

A week later, you were done with the current book that was the last on your reading stack at your apartment. The rain had come that day, which was perfect of you to do some reading. The three books from the bookstore that Druig bought you was waiting for you to read on your end table near your couch, you rearranging your spot on the couch before grabbing the top book. It was worn from the previous owner, you loved that texture under your fingers as you opened the first page.

Yet you were surprised that there was a note there, a note in Druig’s handwriting.

Made some notes in this book that reminded me of you. Happy birthday my love.

You skimmed through the pages, clearly seeing places where Druig highlighted in bright yellow or scribbled in his writing along the side with arrows pointing to paragraphs and words. You felt your heart swell from the sight, realizing that Druig might have read this before you could. He might have snuck it away to read while you were finishing the last current book, making his own notes and annotations.

This was new for Druig since you knew he was near one to be as obsessed with books like you were. He would rather get you a kindle, make your life easier and simpler for your hobby. Yet he never pushed it, seeing the books pile up around your bedroom and living room yet realizing that they build up your soul and your mind. He loved that about you, and he would never wish to diminish it or make it less.

Now you saw he was adding to it.

You read that book slowly then, watching Druig’s handwriting on the page guide you along the story that was inside.

The End

June Summer Prompts

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darkhighness · 7 months

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Good Omentober Day 21 - Hellfire

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Hellfire songfic- Aziraphale wants to lay his heart on the line and be everything to Crowley but nagging voices from Heaven would never leave him alone.

Aziraphale had quite peacefully been reading in the bookshop, enjoying the smell from the sandalwood candle he had burning on the table. There was a cold cup of cocoa sitting beside it and the book in his hands was over halfway read. As he tuned into the ticking of the grandfather clock he thought about long it had been since he had seen Crowley. He assumed their arrangement was still in tact but he hadn’t heard anything. Usually the demon would say if he was going to be away for a while and the lack of communication was beginning to grate on him.

He placed his book down and blew out the candle before moving over to the phone and dialling the familiar number.

This is Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

Aziraphale sighed before leaving a message, “Crowley, It’s just Aziraphale, checking in. I miss you, my dear. We haven’t crossed paths in a while. I do hope you’re okay.”

There was a letter on Aziraphale’s desk, one that had been there for years. He’d received a warning about his relationship with the demon and there was some lingering feeling of being watched since the letter arrived.

Like fire

In the absence of the demon, his heart felt empty and cold like there was something missing. He felt so full when Crowley was around and it was only when he was gone that Aziraphale realised how badly it hurt.

He tried to clean the bookshop to distract him, keeping an ear out for the phone. Part of him knew he wouldn’t get a response but he had held onto faith up until this point. There was a single photo of Crowley hanging in the bookshop from back in the 80s. Aziraphale let his finger over his cheek, longing to make contact with Crowley once again.

As soon as he realised what he was thinking he recoiled and panic flashed across his face. If his superiors were mad about him possibly working with a demon, loving one of them would be an unforgivable sin.

Lust was the scariest of the sins. Aziraphale could watch his every word and every action but his heart wanted to stray, to feel the gentle embrace of someone who cared about him. He wanted to love recklessly and fall hard without fearing what the almighty might say.

He wanted to be loved.

Hellfire

He sat down in his armchair, his breath caught in his throat as he thought about Crowley. He had told the demon he was going to fast but he would’ve given anything to be sitting with him now in this very bookshop. He didn’t want the world to be ending for them to have a reason to be together. He didn’t want to fight for something that felt so right.

If he closed his eyes and imagined hard enough he could almost feel the gentle brush of the demon’s long fingers against the tender skin on his neck. He could almost smell Crowley’s cologne and feel the rough of his fabric against his arm.

He didn’t want to imagine anymore. He wanted Crowley. The longer he went without hearing from him, the worse he felt. There was a pounding in his head and he swear he could feel the rushing of blood that didn’t exist in his ears. He couldn’t see straight.

He fished a small golden snuff box out of one of the pockets of his oversized coat and ran his fingers across the raised design on the top of it. It was a gift from the demon of course and while Aziraphale never used it for it’s intended purpose, it did serve as a good grounding tool when he got like this. The small raised bumps ran along underneath his thumb and he slowly felt himself breathe again.

This fire in my skin

He felt a tingle that almost reached down to his bones as he heard the small bell above the door chime. In the doorway was a tall, excessively tired looking demon who seemed relieved to see the angel sitting there as he always did.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley breathed.

“Oh Crowley!” Aziraphale sobbed before jumping up. He couldn’t stop himself before he leapt up and wrapped his arms around the demon. The sobs shook his body and Crowley stood there, holding the angel.

Crowley gently moved his hands to stroke Aziraphale’s perfect white curls, “I’m sorry I haven’t been here, angel.”

Aziraphale didn’t say a word, just burying his head into the demon’s neck. Crowley knew better than to pull away and just swayed gently, not letting his grip on the angel loosen any.

When Aziraphale did pull away, Crowley gently cupped his cheeks and wiped away the tears, “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I missed you,” He blubbered, the words feeling heavy on his chest.

“I missed you too, but we’ve gone decades without seeing each other.”

Aziraphale shut his eyes and tried to find the right words, “It was different. It felt different.”

Crowley didn’t want to admit it but he felt the exact same.

This burning desire

Something about the contact with Crowley relit the fire in Aziraphale’s stomach. His body felt warm once more and he was ready to ease back into their usual song and dance. If Crowley was here, everything would be okay.

Where Crowley’s hands had once lay were tingles that consumed Aziraphale’s conscious. He wanted to fully embrace the reunion but in the back of his mind he couldn’t stop thinking about what the other angels would say.

Traitor. Sinner. Filthy. Unholy. Tarnished. Sullied.

Is turning me to sin

But as Crowley’s lips collided with his, he couldn’t think about them anymore. All the could think about was the burning desire that took over his whole body as his hands slipped under the demon’s shirt and his lips sloppily found their way to Crowley’s.

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