#Agnsty

[joyffree]

Redemption, a second chance romance from Laura Lee out now! Pick up this emotional childhood sweetheart romance today!

USA Today Bestselling author, Laura Lee, brings you a standalone story about love, loss, and second chances.

I fell in love with Beckett Armstrong before either one of us knew what that meant.

He was my first kiss. My first love. My entire world.

We promised each other forever, and we meant it wholeheartedly.

But unfortunately, when tragedy struck, love wasn't nearly enough to save us.

Little did we know… it would only get worse from there.

Twelve years later, Beckett and I wear our scars like finely crafted armor.

We've been in survival mode for so long, we've forgotten how to live.

After everything we've endured, can we move beyond the pain to forge a future together?

Or are we destined to repeat the mistakes of our past?

[evasive-anon]

Let Danny’s Parents Be Criminals

I hate the reveal gone wrong trope in the dpxdc fandom because we know Jack and Maddie end up supporting Danny and Dani in the end. His parents have some major flaws but wanting to torture their actual child isn’t one. What they are guilty of is going way too hard on any plan they cook up without thinking of the consequences.

If I were writing a dpxdc fic and I wanted Danny in adoptable status I’d just have Jack and Maddie in jail on charges of domestic terrorism after they killed off GIW agents and destroyed the GIW’s bases. They realized their ghost kids were in potential danger and went at the government the same way they went at ghosts, guns blazing and with reckless driving.

They end up in federal prison and they Vlad wins custody cause he’s rich and there is your runaway Danny plot starter.

[zhipzhap]

ok repeat after me guys!!! I'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREEI'MCRINGEBUTI´MFREE

Anyway… Since everyone is making their own version of the goat universe Nari, I also wanted to make my own version 👉👈....

their name is Cerberus and they use she/they pronouns.

they revived goat as a way of rebelling against his brothers or something like that, i'm still working on their backstory

anyway here are some doodles i did whit young gideon and leonidas because i hate them and they mean nothing to me/pos/silly

[celiawrites14]

Could you make a Jack Gibson x female reader one-shot, can it be smut?? Also can the doctor work at Grey Sloan as a surgeon, I know that is irrelevant but whatever.

Just Us? J.G.

Warnings: kissing, smut, angst, piv, situationship turned relationship, Jack kinda being an idiot but loveable, swearing, smut with plot

"What?" I said, staring at him blankly.

"I kissed Vic." I blinked at him for a moment before turning on my heels and walking away, fast. "It's not what you think -"

"Ohhh, you do not get to tell me what to think." I snapped at him, grabbing a tablet, logging in and looking at a chart.

"Okay, you're right. Bad choice of words." He admitted. "I don't know what to say."

"I didn't ask you to say anything." I snapped, anger flooding my body.

"In my defense, she also kissed me." I stared at him, was he kidding me? "And - and we aren't together, not - not technically, you and me, and I think Vic's going to tell Theo and - and it was a mistake, we were drunk and it's not going anywhere - and I can tell that none of what I'm saying is right and I'm just making it worse and - and."

"Stop talking." I told him.

"I can do that." We stared at each other, blue eyes clashing against mine.

"Sloan, we have a trauma." Owen Hunt told me, saving me from the bell.

"I have to go," I told Jack, trying to follow Owen to the pit.

"Can we please talk about this?" Jack pleaded.

"Not right now." He grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me back. "I'm so mad at you right now Jack. I need to work, okay? I need to think and I can't do that when you're looking at me." I rushed off to follow Owen.

"Wanna talk about it?" Owen asked as we gowned and gloved.

"Nope."

"You good to work?"

"Yep."

"Let's do this."

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After a very long shift, losing two patient, talking to both the police and Bailey about what happened, I changed my clothes and walked out of the hospital. I froze when I saw Jack leaning against my car. I pushed the hair out of my face and my shoulders slumped. I didn't want to fight with him, I wanted to go home and cry.

"I just want to go home," I told him, putting my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying, but it didn't work.

"Okay," He pulled me into a hug. I leaned against him as he wrapped me into a hug. "Okay."

I cried, "I just want to go home."

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Thankfully, Jack and I both had the next two days off. Jack drove us to my apartment, which was delayed a little because of traffic. I fell asleep after a few minutes, due to exhaustion. I woke up when I felt Jack picking me up.

"I can walk," I mumbled.

"I like carrying you around." He told me. I gave him a soft smile.

"I'm still mad at you." I told him.

"That's okay." He said.

I sighed, resting my head in his neck. Once we got inside, Jack put me down. I stood in my kitchen, watching Jack move around the small apartment.

"Well, I put take out in the fridge, and there's bottled water in there too." I nodded, cracking my neck. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Where - you're leaving?" I croaked out.

"Well, uh, you're mad at me."

"I am." I wanted to forget. I wanted to forget today.

"Usually - usually when a person's mad at the other person - they don't stay over night."

"But - I - I'm not a usual person." I cocked my head to the side, hair flowing over my shoulder. I rose my eyebrow at him. "Some might argue that when people are mad, they like to lose control."

Jack stared at me for a moment before stalking over to me.

"You're so confusing." He muttered before pushing me against the fridge and covering my mouth with his.

"You're the one who kissed another person." I said, threading my hand through his hair and tugging his face back down to mine.

His hands slipped down my body, resting on my ass, pulling me flush against his dick, which was growing harder by the second. "It didn't mean anything."

"Whatever," I shrugged, trying to not think about Jack kissing another woman, pushing him back to my mouth.

"I'm sorry." He pulled away, breathless.

"I don't want to talk about it," I pleaded to him.

"I think that we need to talk about it. Because it made me realize something when I saw you."

I pulled myself out of his grip and walked into my bedroom. "What could you have realized?" I asked him, more confused than I was before.

"I don't know what this is." Jack had followed me into the bedroom. He motioned between the two of us before continuing on. "That's what I realized."

I balked at him. "You just realized that you don't know what we are? That's what you realized? That's why you went and kissed Vic?"

"It sounded better in my head." Jack admitted, scratching his beard.

"You think," I glared at him.

"What I meant to say is I want this to be more than whatever the fuck is going on now." I balked at him again, and he continued, noticing me. "I really like what's going on now, but everything with Dean, I don't - don't - ugh." He gripped his hair in frustration. "I don't know what life is going to throw at us, but I want - I want us to have the whole thing." I was in shock, I couldn't say anything. "I love you. I want the whole package. I want the Sunday morning breakfasts, I want the weird phone calls you have with Jackson and April twice a week, I want the fights about who's going to close the cupboards. I want to buy you chocolate and flowers when we get into fights. I want to listen to you bitch about Amelia when you get mad at her even though she's your best friend. I want it. And I want it with you." Tears welded up in my eyes again as he finished his speech. "Oh no, no, no, don't cry again."

"They're happy tears, you idiot!" I told him.

"Oh, okay." He nodded quickly. Kneeling in front of me, he grabbed my hands.

"I love you too," I cried.

With that, he pushed me on my back and kissed me, hard. His hand slid under the hem of my t-shirt. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of me. I moaned when he pulled away and kissed down my throat and my collarbone. I pulled at his shirt, wanting it off him. He slipped his shirt off and then tugged at mine. I pulled him back on to me. I gasped when he pushed himself against me. Jack moaned against my mouth.

"Oh, Jack!" I gasped when he did it again. Eventually, I pushed at him so he was on his back and I was on top of him. I put my hands on his chest as I swirled my hips on top of him, grinding softly. Jack's hands found their way to my ass, helping me steady myself in his arms.

Jack quickly tugged off my pants and underwear and did the same for himself. I gasped when I realized how hard he was. I pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. I leaned down and kissed him. He ran a hand threw my hair and the other one down back to my ass, and to my center. When he slipped a finger inside me, I moaned loudly.

"You're so hot," He grunted out, rutting his fingers in and out. "And wet, holy shit."

"I'm ready," I told him, panting as I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. He removed his hand from my center. I whined at the loss of contact, but it was quickly replaced by a moan when his dick was inside me. "You're so big."

"You're so pretty." He pushed so he was on his elbows, watching me roll on him. Eventually, he got tired of not being in control and flipped us so he was on top and I was underneath.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he put himself back into me. "Jack!" I chanted his name over and over as he pounded into me. He brought his mouth down to my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth. One hand holding him up, the other down at my center.

"Come for me." He told me, pushing his face into my neck, and I did just that, all over him, Jack closely behind me.

Jack collapsed on me, well half on me, half on the bed. We panted, trying to regain our breathing.

"Just us," he pushed the hair out of my face and kissed me again.

"Just us." I agreed.

End.

Okay, smut was trash, but I'm still new at writing smut and don't know what I'm doing. Please enjoy! I love Jack so much it physically hurts.

[sageokami]

[tinybearfeet]

an ace attorney prosecutor can actually be something so personal

[winterspiderpurrs]

Prompt:

Steve meeting Peter at a bar. It was an early birthday celebration before Ned had to leave, time for him to go back to college. Ned had gotten Peter his own fedora to help him

'Get lucky'

Maybe when Peter comes up to the bar Steve makes a comment. Embarrassed Peter takes it off. But Steve says it's cute. Maybe buys him a drink.

Peter leaves Steve with his number.

Bucky slides into the seat next to Steve. Tell him that Peter was cute. Should ask him out.

Steve tells him it's not that easy.

Bucky said it was.

Maybe it would be easy for Steve to ask out Peter. If only his dead boyfriend wasn't haunting him. Steve wants to move on, but he can't let Bucky go. No matter how much Bucky encourages him too.

[tripecake]

Angsty aah chikn nuggit animation that i finished two days ago and i forgot to uploud here It's not that good but it caust me a lot

[atelierlili]

Everlark Fic brainstorming time (I just have an headache rn and it’s stoping me from doing anything productive)

As Snow reigns continues over Panem, he’s increasingly aware of the growing underground murmurings of the rebellion. He knows he can’t have eyes everywhere in Panem- unless he made them himself.

He develops small group of sleeper agents- a small group of young boys and girls (usually district orphans/children of avoxes) who main purpose is to unknowingly observe and sabotage rebellion efforts once they are activated. They all undergo intensive conditioning under the influence of tracker jacket venom, a lot of the children die under the intensity of the hijack conditioning, but some survive.

A young boy is amongst them and after he finishes the hijacking program, he is then physically altered to resemble Peeta Mellark, the youngest Mellark son who was murdered by his mother. (The family is not aware of this fact yet.) He is installed into the new household with little trouble, the abuse in the Mellark household makes it easy to hide any discrepancies the boy would have.

The boy grows up unaware of the weapon he is, but he’s always watching, taking in, observing his surroundings. One day he catches a young girl and her father cross the fence. They walking hand in hand and singing. He doesn’t know why but he feels compelled to make note of it.

Next time he sees her, she’s wearing her father’s jacket and giving her baby sister her lunch despite looking hungrily at the meal. Such a warm selfless act moves something inside him.

Next time he sees her again. He gives her bread.

After that, she sells squirrels to Mr. Mellark. It’s then he decides to befriend her. She’s a good shooter. Something tells him that’s worth keeping around.

He’s sixteen going on seventeen when the whispers of rebellion reaches his ears. Katniss is weary about it all. Peeta though…he’s been getting these strange dreams lately….

And that’s all my brain go for now!

[for-quill-with-love]

Candle :D (for the drabbles)

Each evening that I cared for this shrine while 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ was away was another twist of the knife.

Logically? I shouldn't be doing this. Passion and Order were mortal enemies. I should have let the candles burn down to stubs. I should have knocked the shrine over, let it burn down, let it fall into disrepair.

Keeping the shrine clean and cared for was only hurting my own chances for survival. Order knew exactly where I was.

But-- I still loved her. 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ was my best friend. I knew how much it would hurt her to come back from--

I still didn't know where she had gone. But surely she would come home. Right? So I would keep her things nice. I would keep the candles burning until she could come back and care for the shrine herself.

[thesovereignsring-if]

RO(s) if they were songs...(kinda)

Because I just feel like it. I wanted to take a break today before diving into my inbox.

I only really listen to K-pop so lmao I'm soooorry. (つ//﹏ //⊂) Enjoy and criticize my taste in music all you like haha

Finny: Shine - Pentagon

Even though I like you, nobody knows Even when I see other girls, nobody’s like you I’m sorry for having no courage You can laugh at me all you want

I’m a loser who loves you Yes, I’m a misery To you, I’m a nuisance, I’m an outsider But in this world, I only need you

Thea: Sour Grapes - LE SSERAFIM

It’s bittersweet that I don’t wanna taste I don’t think it’s gonna be that sweet The half-baked emotions, I just feel afraid I’ll never bite, I’ll never bite the pain

Sour, a bitter taste making me cry Sour, if that’s love I don’t want to taste it, I just feel afraid Love is sour love is sour grapes

Linnet: Feel Special - Twice

You make me feel special No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do

Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel so special

Medea: She's a Baby - Zico

I can’t believe it This is the first time That I poured it out like this Blunt words, Hidden feelings Figured it out with just one kiss You’re special, I admit All of my concerns focus on only you It’s okay, I’ll look after you all day

She’s a baby, once you get to know her, she’s a baby She’ll get in big trouble if you leave her alone all day Bad bad, you better not touch a single hair on her Let her sleep well yeah

She’s a baby, once you get to know her, she’s a baby Never gonna leave her alone Happy happy I’m so jealous of your boyfriend

Helios: Over me -Overdose (Boys Planet)

Getting burned, we're on fire You and I go to the end of this night There's no need to hide our desire Wake me up like I'm suffocating, over me

You've got changed Over me, over me, over me Tonight, we finally Over me, over me, over me

I get more drunk, you gradually lean on me The future where you can't see the bloated heart I paint on the paint called you The way my appearance changes I infiltrate in you like you're addicted Fell deeply, oh-oh (Ooh)

Eirik: Love Killa - Monsta X

As you know, we can never let go of each other This love, this situation, the one who can handle all this You know that yeah

You always (Put an end, put an end) It’s not too bad for me There’s no malice here (Check ‘em out, check ‘em out) Now, what’s next?

Cruel but beautiful, love killa, love killa It’s beautiful, love killa, love killa It’s beautiful, love killa, love killa The moment where we aim at each other

Hush hush, Imma take you down Oh I’m sorry, did I make you anxious?

[candle-cloud]

Season Two Zuko, my beloved

He’s so sad and I just want to give him a hug. Zuko Alone is so good but damn, it hurt

[kotoyin]

My favourite memes are those sentence starters that take lines from other media but most of them are so hyper-specific they're no fun to use?? I think I might make some of my own from my favourite books smh

[nextinline-if]

when you write a scene for a series of choices no logical person will select...

Lucky for you I am not a logical person, I will pick one if not all of those options

ah - I'm sorry wierd guy, I can't believe I let you slip my mind. :)

Can't wait to hear your thoughts in that case :D

[nolsaesthetic]

More Espresso Less Depresso

Chapter Two: Wilting Dreams

Nina's flat was oddly homey compared to how Crowley pictured it. 

She lived about a five minute drive from her coffee shop on the 3rd story of an apartment building. The apartment wasn't too small, but it was by no means big. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, amongst all the normal home necessities.

After getting his plants set up in the guest bedroom Nina was previously using as a storage space, Crowley fell back onto his bed. It was not the most comfortable mattress, but at this point anything was better than sleeping in his car. 

In a perfect world, this would be the point that exhaustion hit Crowley, and he could finally sink into the void of unconsciousness. But, unfortunately, this is not a perfect world but, in fact, a world that hates any form of joy that could possibly bring the demon peace. Or at least, that's what Crowley thought - rather dramatically.

In a last ditch effort, he shut his eyes. The room was already dim to begin with, so with his eyes closed there was no light to be seen.  It was, in a way, comforting. The simple nothingness of it reminded him of before the universe existed, when all he had to worry about was if he thought the stars he was making were pretty enough. 

He remembers meeting Aziraphale for the first time. When no other angels would help him no matter how much he called out. When he first got to see his creation, the thing he had worked so hard to make, come into fruition. 

He remembers holding his wing over Aziraphale's head to make sure he didn't get injured. 

He remembers the pure joy he felt.

He remembers...

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Fumbling around with the scroll wasn't working, and Crowley was just about to give up on calling for other angels to help.

It was a very important job, he was supposed to start the universe. It astonished him that no one would want to assist him with it, it would be a great honor... maybe it had something to do with him?

He had built up quite the reputation amongst the other angels. According to them, he was always too curious, to amazed with the beauty in every little thing, too passionate about his work, and extremely annoying. 

At this point, Crowley had no doubts in his mind about God. Why would he? So what if the other angels were a bit rude to him?  Thats hardley God's fault. But something, something deep inside of him, knew it was wrong. 

That within the systematic gears of heaven there was turmoil. That the joyful existence everyone there pretends to have is tainted. 

He just couldn't place what it was.

Crowley decided to give one last shout for someone's help, one last attempt.

To his suprise, less than a minute went by before someone was in front of him. 

Aziraphale he called himself, oddly enough, Crowley already knew his name.

The conversation, starting the universe, and the rest if it felt.. hazzy?

Its not like he couldnt remember what was going on at the time, the pure emotion of it felt so much stronger than the actual memory.

His stars.. his precious stars, the things he spent all of his existence thus far creating. Sure, others had helped him, but no one else felt as awed by them as he was.

No one else saw the care and dedication that went unto each and every star. 

He couldn't contain himself, the excitement literally made him squeal with joy.

There was only one word to describe something so magnificent..

*Gorgeous.*

Then something Aziraphale said broke his trance. The words were lost at the moment, just a muffled mouthing of words. But Crowley then felt dread for the first time. 

What... it's going to.. to end?

Why would they do that? Why would *she* do that? 

No.. no that must have not been passed by her. She must not know how wonderful the universe is. How much purpose it can have. How much it means to him...

Of course, God wouldn't want to hurt him. He could just tell her about it. Talk, ask why it would need to end. A suggestion. A suggestion couldn't hurt.. right?

He looked to Aziraphale for a sign, any small facial expression or glimse of hope in his eyes. But there were none. Aziraphale's words were positive but his body language was anything but. 

It was.. peculiar. Crowley didnt remember paying so much attention to Aziraphale in this memory, to caught up in his masterpiece than anything else. 

"Forgive me"

Aziraphale whispered out before reaching over to Crowley and lightly pushing him over. For how light the push felt it had a catastrophic effect. 

All of a sudden Crowley felt like he was on fire. His back, his wings, his head, everwhere. It took him a second to notice but he was falling. Back to the ground, looking up to the heavens, falling. 

His thoughts were blurred, pain induced shock overtook him as he plummeted through the air. 

There was this wretched noise, an agonizing painful scream. It took him even longer to realize that it was him. He was screaming.

This..this isnt how the memory went. This isn't how he fell. Aziraphale would never do something like that to him.

Yet... yet it all felt so real.. so vivid.. so violent

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Crowley's eyes shot open. What happened? Who was he? Where was he?

He was frantic, almost fell out of bed in the panic. His body burned, but the feeling felt faint now, like a memory.

Slowly, he was able to regain a semblance of what had happened before he had fallen asleep. Nina's flat.. 2020s... just- dreaming.

*Okay* then. 

Crowley slowly stood up, only to see a note fall right off him. It was just a thin piece of paper with a few lines written. Still, he watched at the paper fell, or rather, sauntered vaguely downwards to the floor.

Once it had ceased motion on the wooden floor, Crowley bent down and picked it up.

'I get you probably need rest and all, but it's been a few days, and you're still asleep (is that normal??)'

'Anyway, I left this just in case you woke up and I was gone. '

'Watered your plants for you.'

A line was scribbled out, though he could still make out what it read. 'For heaven's sake- for hell's sake-'

'Take a shower damn it, eat something, take a walk, or go feed ducks. I have some bread in the cupboard.'

He wanted to laugh at her obvious confusion, but that was quickly covered by grumbling about how ducks dont eat bread. 

The note burned away at his fingertips, a trick he loved to do just for the satisfaction of seeing it dissolve.

With a sharp turn, Crowley started towards the door. But was yet again stopped in his tracks when he saw his plants. 

The once masterfully curated ferns were now wilting. Their vibrant green now a dull greenish-gray, a few leaves had holes in them, some even threatened to fall off. They looked destroyed, unkempt, uncared for.

Crowley knew the feeling.

He went to yell, grab one and kill it, threaten them, tear them apart. Whatever would make them look nice again, whatever would make them whole again, perfect again. 

Less than an inch away from grabbing one of the pots though, Crowley stopped dead in his tracks. 

He...couldn't do it.

After all the torment and trauma he had put his dear plants through, Crowley couldn't bring himself to harm them for slipping up this time.. because didnt he slip up as well?

He had gotten too comfortable being left alone by heaven and hell, too vulnerable. He was a fool to think after the whole Gabriel debacle that they could hust go back to that. Let alone finally be together. 

He followed the stupid advice of two stupid humans who knew nothing about their situation and now look where it got him. 

Alone.

Alone with a few of dying plants, in a dust filled bare room with an uncomfortable bed. Relying on the whim of a human who is less than 1/100 his age for housing and any form of a life.

Crowley hadn't noticed but he had sunken against the wall all the way down to the floor. And after he stilled once more a leaf, one of the few remaining spot free leaves, fell to the floor.

How ironic. 

He never wanted to fall. He never meant to be imperfect to those around him. He never wanted to disappoint anyone just by being him. But he did.

And then he tried to force that perfection onto the things around him. Put the fear of God into them, make them be perfect. All just to cover up how imperfect he was.

But now here he sits, in mindless contemplation, the most imperfect he has ever been. Next to the most imperfect things he has ever allowed something in his care to be.

What's the point anymore? There is no one to be perfect for anyway. No one who will bother him if he's a bit out of line. No one to get him into trouble with heaven and hell anymore.

Crowley is the most free he has ever been.

Yet, he is also the unhappiest he has ever been.

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@thatoneteen Sorry this took so long Dear, I've had so many finals.

It might seem a bit rushed atm, but I have a lot of ideas for future chapters and can't wait to write them out! ♡

[batfr1es]

FUCK RIGHT OFF no fucking WAY dc confirmed (one-sided) timkon

LET THEM KISS!!