#hello i think the title for this will be 'the angel staying over at my house'. yes it is long i know

[pigswithwings]

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

[asmutwriter]

American Beauty/American Psycho (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: You are an introverted woman. Working at a local book shop, keeping to yourself, not really on any social media. However, one small act of kindness makes you appear on the radar of a very specific superhero.

A/N: I didn't know what title to call this story, I had 'devil' and 'angel' playing on my mind. But then I was listening to Fall Out Boy and 'American Beauty/American Psycho' came on and I thought it was perfect for this story. So it is very, very loosely based off of that song

WORD COUNT: 2292

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, fire, burning house

DISCLAIMERS

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You run a finger through your hair. Letting out a sigh as you look at the pile of books before you. The small library you work in had closed for the night. You had the job of putting back all the forgotten books into their rightful place. Taking out all the different genres, placing them into their corresponding piles. Going to each shelf and placing them alphabetically in their correct places. You take a step back. Nodding at your work as you move onto the next section. Doing this for each of the small piles you'd managed to accumulate.

Once you had done this you make your way down the isles. Making sure there aren't any late night readers or sleeping students inside before you lock up. Thankfully there were none. So you head outside. Pulling the door too before locking it. Jiggling the handle to check it was locked. Placing the keys into your jeans pocket as you make your way through the chilled night air. Wrapping your arms around yourself. It was early autumn so you hadn't quite gotten used to the warm days yet chilled nights. Not having dressed appropriately for it. Only a thin hoodie keeping you warm.

Your nose catches scent of something. Causing you to stop in your tracks. You look around. Listening. Trying to see anything. Then you spot it. A blazing building. "Fuck". You mutter. Running over as you watch the building going up. Before you can think about anything else you hear a piercing scream through the night. Running over as you see someone by a downstairs window. A young boy, his fingers scrambling at the frame. Retracting his hands at the heat. You motion at him. Yelling through the night. "Stand back". Going into your pocket and taking out a pen. He stands back a little way. You wrap your fist around the item. Smashing it into the glass. Shattering. Reaching inside you pull him out. Holding him as he coughs. Moving him a safe distance away.

"My mum. Shes in the house. Plus my sister". You look back. A loud crack. You turn back to the boy.

"Do you know what floor they are on?"

"Top floor. I think the top floor". You nod. Hands on his shoulders as you keep his gaze.

"Stay here". You run back over. "Fuck". You mutter. Going in through the open window. "Hello!" you call out. No answer. You go to the door to the rest of the house. Pulling your hoodie sleeve up over your hand as you open the door handle. Feeling the heat grow intensely around you as you enter what looks like a living room. A body lies on the floor. Going over to it. You crouch down. Checking for a pulse. Nodding to yourself as you feel the slight beat of her heart. You grab her arm. Pulling her up as you sling her over your shoulder. Going back to through the house to the open window.

You aren't sure how but you manage to get the woman out of the window you entered through. Contorting yourself with her still over your shoulder. Going over to the boy as he watches. Tears staining his cheeks. "Mum!" he sobs. You lie her on the floor. You place your head near her chest. Hearing a soft yet distinct heart beat. The boy kneels down. Taking her hand in his.

"Stay here with your mum". You stand up. Rushing back over to the building. Climbing through the window as you are met with a monstrous fire. The room you were just in now fully engulfed in flames. Lapping at the sofas in the living room. You spot the stairs. Making a bee line for them as you dart up them. Hearing the sound of them slowly burning away as you go up. Three closed doors.

You stay silent. Hearing the crack of the fire below you. The distant sound of a toddler crying. You dart to the door the noise is behind. Opening it you see a very young child crying. Hands on the edge of her crib as she looks at you. You go over to the bed. "Shh" you try to soothe her. Picking her up and holding her close to you. "Its ok. You're ok". You go to the door again. Going to walk down the hallway. Seeing the fire now licking up the stairs. Destroying your only exit. You cradle her close to you as you go back into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind you. Grabbing a blanket form the side and placing it under the door. Trying to prevent the smoke from coming through.

The child still cries as you hold her close to you. Trying to soothe her as you turn around. Just as you hear a loud cracking noise. The middle of the floor starts to cave into the fire below it. Not daring to move, scared the floor will give out completely. You stay close to the wall. Pressing yourself a flat against it as you can. Among the crackle of the flames you hear voices. Firemen must've arrived. You call out. Your voice dull against the noise of the fire, and the slowly falling floor.

"Help. Please help". You call out. A soft sob coming through your voice. The door opens. You look. Expecting to see men in yellow enter. Instead, seeing a blue suit. Being met with his equally blue eyes. You'd seen him on billboards and newspapers. Homelander. He goes to walk into the room. "No!" you almost yell. Hand going outwards. Motioning at the floor.

He stills. Looking at you. Then the floor. Analyzing the situation before his gaze going back up to you. He outstretches one of his hands. You go to move towards him. The all to familiar sound of the fire making you still in your movements. You shake your head. Causing him to take a step closer to you. You move the child. Handing her to him.

"Get her out please". He looks at you. Going to say something but you move the girl closer. "Take the damn child!" you say. Fear in your voice as it fills the room. He takes her from your hands. Holding her close as he looks behind him. Then at the floor in front of him. Obviously assessing his best way out where the girl is unharmed. You watch as he looks at the ceiling. His eyes lasering a hole into it. He flies the girl out. You let out a breath. Glad the young child is safe.

The floor jolts slightly. The suddenness making you take it a sharp breath. Shutting your eyes as you press further into the wall. Your heartbeat echoing in your ears. Making you unable to hear anything else around you. The crack happens beneath you again. You fight back the tears. Pushing your lips together.

You jump as you feel something touch your arm. Eyes flying open as you meet Homelanders gaze. His hand on your upper arm. "Wrap your arms around me". You try to move. Lifting your arm up just as another creak fills the room. Your arms going firmly back to the wall. Shaking your head as you look at him

"I-I cant" you whisper. The floor cracks again.

"Yes you can". You shake your head. Shutting your eyes again. Feeling the floor start to shift under your feet. A soft whimper escaping your lips. "I'll catch you". You look at him. Wide eyed. The terror evident in your features. "Trust me". You watch his eyes. His still. Calming against yours. Slowly lifting your arms up. Trying to ignore the fire slowly eating its way through the floor. He puts an arm around your waist. You gently put your arms around his neck. Just as the floor falls out from under you. Your soft grip on him changes as you cling to him. Hiding your face into his shoulder as the comforting feeling of floor gets whisked away from under your feet. He remains hovering. The warmth of fire licking at your feet as he flies up. Away from the heat.

Your mind to overwhelmed by everything, plus hiding into his shoulder. You don't take in the fact he's taking you out of the previously made hole in the ceiling. Flying both of you out safely. Your legs nearly give out from under you as they hit the soft ground. Your arms still clinging to him as you tilt your head slightly. Looking at the paramedics tending to the unconscious girl on the ground. He gently rubs the lower of your back. "I'm going to need my neck back". He whispers into your ear.

"Shit. Sorry" you unwrap your arms. Going to move away from him. Wobbling slightly on your feet. Your arms coming out to balance yourself. He brings his hand out. Stabilising you by holding your arm. He tilts his head down. Looking at you through his lashes. Swaying slightly as you regain your composure. You look over at the woman on the floor. Her son sat next to her as their young daughter gets checked over by a paramedic. "Is she ok? Will she be ok?". You look at the blue eyed hero. Eyes tiredly scanning his face.

"They are doing everything they can do make sure she lives". You look back at the woman. Thats when you notice the small group of people. Neighbours all wrapped in coats and dressing gowns as they watch the scene before them. Some with their phones out. Recording the situation. Recording the fire. Recording Homelander. Recording you.

A paramedic comes over to you. You watch as his lips move. Obviously speaking to you but your overwhelmed senses don't take in what he says. You shake your head at his words. "I need to go home" you whisper. Looking at the crowd of people.

"Miss we need to make sure that you're ok".

"I'm ok". You smile at the paramedic. Homelander watching you as he keeps his grip on your elbow. "I promise I'm ok".

"Why don't we get you checked out, hmm?" Homelander says. You look at him. A smile on his face. You shake your head.

"I don't want to be a hassle. You've got the woman and her children to prioritise over me".

"You are just as much my concern as they are. Please miss" the paramedic says. Smiling at you as he takes the arm that was being supported. Taking you over to an ambulance. Checking you over. Once hes confirmed that everything is ok with you, he gives you the all clear to go home. Saying that they can organise transport but you insist on walking. You turn to try and find Homelander. Wanting to thank him for saving your life. But you see him talking to a news reporter. You press your lips together. Turning on your heels as you make your way back to your home.

You open the front door. Having a quick shower, changing into your pyjamas, then getting into your bed. Trying to fight the pesky nightmares. It isn't much after 8am when you hear your bedroom door burst open. Your curtains being forced back. You let out an annoyed groan. Bringing the covers up and over your head. Your roommate comes over to you. Grabbing the covers and pulling them down.

"Your famous!" she says. You sit up. Blinking your eyes awake as you look at her. She hands you her phone. A video pops up. The reporter from yesterday on the screen.

"A mother and her two children were saved last night from a house fire believed to have started from a cigarette butt. Thankfully no one was hurt, and we can put it down to this anonymous hero who risked her own life to save these three souls. A neighbour recorded the incident - describing it as a miracle and heroic act"

The video cuts to you. Helping the boy out before going inside the building. A few minutes passing, worried voices filling the background before you appear. Carrying the mother out the window. It cuts back to the reporter.

"Although Homelander himself managed to make it to the scene, firefighters and paramedics have both said that if this woman hadn't stepped in when she had then the family of three would have likely all been killed. Just goes to show the world that you don't need powers to be a true hero". You turn the screen off. Looking at your roommate.

"Fuck". You say. You pull the covers off of your legs. Going out into the kitchen. She follows behind as you grab out the orange juice. Filling a glass.

"Did you actually get to meet Homelander?". You place the orange juice back into fridge. Nodding.

"He saved my life".

"Thats so awesome". You scoff. Drinking your juice.

"I wouldn't describe nearly dying as awesome, but I understand what you mean". Placing the cup into the sink. You run a hand through your hair. Lightly massaging your scalp before bringing them down. "I'm going to head to work"

"You nearly died last night". You go over to the bathroom. Picking out your toothbrush. Applying some toothpaste.

"I am aware". You start brushing your teeth.

"And you're going to work?". You nod. Spitting and rinsing out your mouth with some water before looking at her. Drying your hands on a towel.

"Bills aren't going to pay themselves". Lightly tapping her nose. "I'll pick up a Chinese on the way home". You smile at her. Hand motion for her to leave the bathroom. She takes a step out. She goes to say something as you shut the door on her.

Next

[cocobear18]

Angel - Sam Monroe

Content Warning: 18+, fluff, smut, virginity loss, love confession, all that stuff, idk

WC: 3k+

Summary: Best friend! Sam climbs through readers window, love confessions, and smut follow

A/N: first fic...like ever, so don't come at me if it's shitty, i'm just a girl. also didn't know what to title it but I think sam calls reader angel the most so I just went with that.

Walking into your room after getting home for the day, your school bag down falls off your shoulder and onto the floor before you press play on your CD player, the last thing playing being a playlist Sam had burned recently and left in the machine after his last visit. After zipping down your boots and kicking them off, you pick up your discarded pajama shorts from that morning when you had changed out of them, black with little skulls and crossbones displayed all across them and a hot pink ribbon drawstring and so short your ass almost hangs all out, they were your current favorite. Shimming down your jeans and sliding them on, your phone rings before you can continue changing, leaving you in the tiny tank top you had worn that day. 

Digging through your bag to retrieve your phone you see your best friend Sam's name light up on the screen “Hello?” you say, plopping down on the bed and pressing the phone to your face. 

“Open your window.” your head pops up and your eyes dart to your window as he taps a few times to signal he is on the other side of the glass. 

A groan escapes you as you get up after having just laid down, you hang up your phone and toss it on your bed before walking over and opening the window for him, “You're the only one who uses my window as your preferred method of entrance.” you comment as he climbs in, knocking a few things that sat close to the window over and you watch as his face as he struggles to ground himself.

“Yeah, yeah, it's just that no one has the same determination to see you as I do.” His expression morphs into a smile at you as he stands up straight. 

You roll your eyes and start to head back over to the bed, Sam watches your ass as you walk away and he stays in place right where he is. “I like your shorts” he finally follows you and joins you on your bed. “They’re cute”

You look at him with realization “Did you see me change into them? Perv.”, You already know the answer as you see the satisfied look on his face. 

“I'm innocent,” His hands shot up in mock surrender, “How was your class,” He asked, not truly interested in any type of academics but pretending to care for your sake.

“Well, it was alright, there were some really nice people taking it, and a cute guy sitting in front of me, there were some girls who had cute style, I might try to make friends with them- maybe. The professor was really nice too, I think I’m gonna like the class” You told him, trying to keep your eye contact with him and not let your gaze fall to his lips and he periodically licked them as he listened to you speak.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “A cute guy? Really?” His face looks unimpressed and he rolls his eyes.

You huff  “Out of all of that, that's what you focus on?” You push him slightly and he returns his gaze to you. 

“I’m just asking, can’t I ask?” Sam questions with a clear attitude. 

“That wasn't even like the top two things you should be focusing on, I mentioned wanting to make new friends and liking the class, you could ask me about that.” He gives you a blank stare as you speak.

Sam digs in his pocket before pulling out a lighter and pack of cigarettes, “M’not that interested in the class” You pull the box out of his hand before he can even pull one out. 

He attempts to get it back but you move it to your other hand and stretch so it's out of his reach. “Nuh-uh, I don't want my room smelling like cigs- and I was hoping you’d ask about the girls I mentioned, I think you’d like this one girl.” You gently place the cigarettes on your nightstand. 

“M’not interested in the girls either” He lays on his side, his arm propping him up as he still faces you to continue talking. You turn your head towards him and he tilts his own. “How ‘cute’ is the guy? “

You shrug your shoulders “I don't know, cute enough that I'm gonna look forward to going to class, nothing gonna happen though, he seems like one of those guys that just wanna have sex and dip, and I’m not that type of girl.”

His eyebrows raise and he looks too amused for your liking, “Not that type of girl? Alright, Mary, when are you gonna just bite the bullet and fuck someone, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Don’t call me that, can’t believe you found a way to make me regret making you watch Gilmore Girls with me.” Your hands gently play with the drawstrings on your shorts. “And m’not just gonna have sex with some random guy in my class.” You took a pause, hoping he’d take his turn to talk but you were met with an expecting look, urging you to continue. “I’m good with not having gone all the way yet. I don't want my first time to be with someone random, you know that.”

His fingertips find their way to your thigh and he begins to slowly move them back and forth. It wasn’t abnormal for you to talk about sex with Sam, but it was usually him doing most of the talking and his slight touch didn't convince you that you would be able to say anymore without stumbling over every word. “Why are you so curious?”

His hand moves from your thigh up to your hair, slowly tucking one side behind your ear to get a better look at your face, “Just curious.” he says matter of factly.

You stay quiet for a moment, “He just- he's cute, that's it, I always have someone in a class I think is cute, but I don’t know him well enough to envision that - me and him. I haven’t even had a conversation with him, it was the first day, he could turn out to be a shitty person.” Your eyes are darting around him, the way his touch was so gentle against you had you short-circuiting. 

You can't stop yourself from quickly looking at his face and your eyes get locked in with his. “So you need to know someone well enough to even think about fuckin them?” He asks.

“Well- yeah, why would I want to have sex with someone I don’t know, that kinda stupid. I’m not gonna fantasize about losing my virginity to a total stranger, well.. besides like- hot celebrities.” You tried to joke but earned no laugh from Sam, much to your disappointment. You weren't completely inexperienced in the intimacy field but something had always stopped you from crossing the finish line. Sam had jokingly volunteered himself when the two of you were in high school but besides your first kiss that was a dare in freshman year nothing had happened between the two of you, everything explicitly intimate you had ever done was with your ex.

He stares at your face for a few seconds “So do you fantasize about me? I’ve told you before that I could be the one…” You watch as the piercing by his lip moves a little, and his tongue fidgets with the part inside his mouth. 

You laugh lightly, he’d made similar comments in the past but with no actual promise behind them. “I wanna lose it to someone who loves me, not someone whos’ just doing it as a favor. You do not love me like that, as a friend sure, but I need more than that”

 Sam places his hand on your cheek guiding your face to look at him. “(Y/n)-” He pauses, hesitant to continue and the silence is so long that you wish you could read his mind in order to skip this part, “The first time I met you, I needed you. The first time you looked at me- I fell in love. Not only with the way you look but the way you are, the way you love, and the way you treat me- like I'm not just some waste of space. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I love you with every part of me. My mind, my body, my heart, they’re all yours, they all love you.” He reaches out for your hand and guides it to his chest, placing your hand over his heart. You feel as if it beats as if it's going to pop out of his chest and when you look at his face, his eyes are wide, pupils dilated and filled with desire. “You’re like if an angel fell from heaven and landed right into my life- you bless me with your beauty every time I see you and I love you. I always offer myself because I hate the thought of you with anyone else.”

Sam couldn't tell what you were feeling, he wanted to wait for you to talk, but he was so- so impatient. He scooted closer to you and once again guided your face to look at him. His stomach did flips as you looked at him, he loved your eyes and how they flickered up to meet his. He leaned in and captured your lips with his. He tasted like cigarettes, no doubt he smoked one or two while he was outside your window. 

If Sam was being honest, he could kiss you for the rest of his life and be content- but he knew he could have more, and not only was he impatient, he was greedy. He needed every part of you, he had been patient enough, and now he needed every inch of you. “Sweetheart can I-let me-” You nod your head, still kissing him and muffling his words as you do so.

He slides off the bed, disconnecting his lips from yours and smiling as you move your face forward, trying to chase his kiss. His knees hit the ground and he looks up at you before peppering little kisses all over your thighs, slowly parting them and placing even more on the inside. His hands slide up and slowly start pulling your shorts down. “This okay?” He asks and you lift your hips, letting him fully remove them. 

His eyes focus on your panty-clad pussy, the wet spot in the middle made the dark red material even darker and he couldn't resist sticking his tongue out and liking a long, slow stripe that felt like a messy kiss. He continued to make out with your pussy through your panties, your whimpers filled the room as the music you had put on earlier continued to softly play.

He finally goes to pull down your panties and you let him, his touch is slow, like he’s savoring every moment, the material slowly moves down and when he finally pulls them from your ankles he places a quick kiss on your left thigh. You almost miss the way he pockets your panties. Almost. 

He opens your thighs and slots his head right in front of your bare pussy. “So pretty baby, every part of you.”, He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy for him, taking all of you in.  His tongue begins to lap at your folds, from top to bottom, trying to taste as much of you as he can. He moves to start circling your clit with his tongue and his fingers find their way to your opening, tracing, and teasing. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby? Gotta stretch you open, make sure it feels good for you, yeah?” He asks, wide-eyed and hopeful, and how could you ever say no?

You nod eagerly “Y-yeah Sammy, just be gentle- haven't had more than like two fingers in me before, and that was a while ago.” He grunts before nuzzling his face back into you, hating the fact that he’s not the only one to see you like this. 

He slides a finger in and you moan, he thinks- no he knows- it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. It beats any song he's ever listened to and blasted through his speakers. He adds another one, knowing you can take it. His fingers felt so good inside of you, and he could feel how tight you were. He began pumping them in and out of you, his mouth latched onto your clit and he began to suck. Eventually, he added a third, and you were wet enough for him to do so with ease. He felt you tighten around his fingers as your breaths got quicker and this caused him to pull away, not wanting you to cum just yet.

You whine at the loss of his fingers and mouth but he shuts you up by coming up onto the bed with you and kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth and he begins to pull your shirt down. He slides the thin straps down your arms so your tank top rests on your torso and he makes quick work at undoing your bra. His mouth attaches itself to one of your nipples, sucking and licking like he had just done to your clit, using his hand to knead and pinch the other. He switched a few times before you tugged at his shirt, almost begging him to take it off and he complied. Your hands go to undo his studded belt and he lets you continue your actions. You undo the button and the zipper and he does the rest in getting them off of his body, leaving him in only his boxers. 

He pushes you back on the bed and hovers over you before kissing you again. His hips come down and he starts to grind his clothed cock on your cunt. You reach down and push the front of his boxers down, eyes going wide as his dick falls to your stomach. “Holy shit Sam, that's not gonna fit inside of me.” he kisses you again, teeth clacking together for a moment, making you giggle.

“It will baby, I’ll make it, I promise, it’ll feel good- gonna make you feel so good.” he rambles before lining himself up with your entrance. “Just gonna start with just the tip.” 

You nod, trusting him and you moan as soon as he gets his tip inside of you, he waits all of 10 seconds before begging you for more. You nod and tears start to form as he sinks inside of you. ‘Sammy- hurts” you let out as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you. 

He kisses the tears on the side of your face and they escape your eyes. “I know baby, I know, it’s gonna feel real good soon, just gotta get used to it, angel.” His face moves to your neck and his hands roam all over, waiting for you to give him the okay to move. 

After a few moments, you give in and nod your head. His hips begin moving as his dick pumps in and out of you, biting his lip to muffle his moans. He fails, and instead, his moans translate to whimpers as his mouth lays so close to your ear that you hear his noises clearly and in all of their glory. “F-fuck baby, feel so good- like I'm in heaven.” The pain turns to pleasure as he continues his movements. 

Your hips begin to lift, trying to get more of him as he comes down to meet you. “Need more- please need more Sammy baby.” Your hands come up to the nape of his neck and you thread your hands into his hair, slightly tugging and earning a loud moan from him and causing his movements to stutter. 

He starts moving faster, resting his hands on your hips to hold you steady and closer at the same time and your moans get louder. “Fuckkk- you feel good angel? Yeah? “ His hand snaps to grab your face, forcing your eyes to meet his, his actions starting to become a direct contrast from the gentleness he has started with. “Yeah, bet my dick feels so good inside of you. You’re so lucky I’m the first dick you got inside of you baby.” His thrusts become sloppy and he continues to ramble. “Love you so much- love you- you feel so fucking good around me- so tight I can hardly move- squeezing me so good- fuckkk” 

He shuts up as soon as he hears your babbling, pulling you to fuck you deeper and hear you talk, “Mhmmm feels so good so so good Sammy, so big, can feel you all, all of you, mmhmmph love you- love you” His fingers move to your clit as he begins to rub a figure 8 over and over again. 

“Say that again- say you love me- keep saying it angel” He starts to pound into you, and your CD player is completely drowned out by the sounds of both of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin.”Love you, Sam, love you, love you love you, Sammy -gonna- gonna cum- gonna cum- gonna cum” You repeat over and over again, not being able to form a proper sentence as he ruts his dick deep inside of you. 

His head falls to your neck and his thrusts begin to falter “Gonna cum inside, gonna fill you up- so perfect- so fucking perfect for me” He lets out a strangled moan as he cums and does his best to keep moving to get you to finish. The pattern he's tracing on your clit gets sloppier and sloppier and his other hand moves to play with your tits. “C’mon- cum for me baby, you can do it, I got you.” You let out a moan as you cum, squeezing Sam's dick and you reach your peak he collapses on top of you, his hips still moving slightly and his arms wrapping around you.

Truthfully, he didn't want to pull out of you, if he could, he would spend the whole night buried inside of you, keeping you as close as you could, but you deserved to be cleaned up and taken care of. He pulls out, watching as the mix of yours and his cum leaks out of you, letting out another moan he reaches out, not being able to help himself. He scoops up some of what has leaked out and pushes it back inside of you. You moan as he repeats this action two more times before popping his fingers into his mouth to taste what you two made. You can see the thought flash across his face, “Sam-”

He starts to lap at your spent cunt, “Gotta clean you up, sweet girl.” He flattens his tongue, doing this more for him than you, he relishes in the taste of his cum inside of you. You tug at his hair in an effort to get him to stop but it only spurs him on further. He only stops as you push on his head and start to shut your thighs at the overstimulation. 

“S’too much Sam” you whine and he shifts to lay down next to you with a goofy grin on his face, His mouth and piercing glistened with your arousal and combined cum and his hair was messy, sticking up in multiple different directions.

You flip over so you can lay your head on his chest and you feel his chest quickly moves up and down while he tries to catch his breath. He leans down and plants a small kiss on top of your head before you both drift off to sleep.

[simp-ly-writes]

Love and Zombies (pt.2)

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer "Brody" Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Spencers journey continues, what new characters will you meet, what secrets will be uncovered, and in the end, was it all just an act? Or was something really there?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, enemies to lovers, protectiveness, jealousy, angst, tension, fluff, light swearing, mutual pining, confessions, friends to lovers, cheesy, social media au (near the end).

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,431 | PART ONE

─ · · A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Long Weekend to all my fellow Canadians out there!! Please stay safe and have a relaxing time 🫶 (y/c/n) = your characters name.

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Rushing towards the kitchen you waved hello to Ian and Anthony quickly before standing in line for a cup of coffee, staring at your phone as you checked your messages a tap on your shoulder had you looking up to see Spencer, with multiple coffee's in hand.

"Pour Moi?" you joked in a poor French accent, raising a brow. "Qui, c'est pour toi," Spencer replied in equally broken French, handing you the coffee before moving to an open table with your stocked plates. "How are you finding things in front of camera?" Spencer asked after swallowing down a bite as you held up your hand to swallow and replied, "Its... different." Struggling to find the right expression.

"Like I mean, it's fun but i'm nervous people won't like me in the video whenever this'll come out. My character kinda is... well a bit naïve in some ways and what if they-"

Spencer reached over the table, grabbing your hand as your sentence gradually slowed to a halt. "I think people are going to love your character and not to brag or anything but our dynamic? perfect concept and execution and something they have not really seen a lot of before. And hell, if they hate it then they hate it but you are having fun right?"

"Yes, a load of fun actually," you smile, nodding your head along to his words, your heart having yet to slow as he gives your hand once last squeeze, "good, that's all that matters," before letting go.

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Back in front of the cameras and bright lights, you turned surprised to see Shayne sitting back across from you as you took to your seats. "And here I was thinking you were dead as dust?" you commented with a sarcastic tone, squinting your eyes as you examined Shaynes outfit yet finding no clues.

"Save it for when the cameras start rolling, I have something good planned," he replies before going to find Courtney so that the shoot can start. "Cast to positions," Alex calls from behind a monitor, observing the various camera angels for any faults before counting you all in for an introduction that Spencer takes.

"Hello and welcome back to Smosh Dread or Smosh Verses Zombies, I don't know what title we are calling this just yet. And here I am joined by both some familiar faces..." his arm drapes across the back of your chair with a smug expression and you can't help but stare at the reflection in his glasses and the freckles underneath his eye- "and a new one as well it seems..."

"Whassap???" Shayne strains his voice, it cracking yet sounding like he is higher than any plane in the sky. "My names Ronnie and I-ah, I don't actually remember why the fuck i'm here but this is chill, i guess-"

"We almost got mauled by zombies and took you off the side of the street just in time and all you have to say about this all is that its chill?" Courtney asks, tone raising to an accusatory one as she places her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed. "Uhhh, well... yeahhh, I guess?"

"You guess?"

"Yeah... I gue-"

"Alrightly!" you clap your hands bringing everyones eyes to you, "I say we keep heading towards the bay, thats were they are housing the cure and everyone else thats safe... right?" You look into everyones eyes at the table before holding Spencer- Brody's gaze.

"Sounds right to me babe, now lets get our asses back into the truck and make a move," Spencer rallies, sending you a wink that has your cheeks warming, your hands rushing to cover them in time as his hand falls to your shoulder, rubbing small circles of encouragement for you to show your face once again. "Wait... what direction are we heading in again, babe?"

And all romance was lost once more, shooting your head up to glare at your... boyfriend? Are we canonically dating now, or? You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts, already forgetting the context of the situation you are in as Brody groans beside you. "I'm just double checking, sheesh. No need to get all moody on me-"

"You like me when I'm moody, it's why we got together in the first place," you retort with a bite, you both seemingly have forgotten the other two players and Dungeon Master at the table as they all look back and fourth between one another, allowing the scene to play out in front of them live. "You're right," Brody said back, tone noticeably a lot softer and so was your gaze.

"This is like the first time you have agreed with me openly!" you announce, eyes pressing into a toothy grin watching his eyes roll and cheeks paint themselves pink as well. What I wouldn't give to kiss you on the cheek right now, is all you can think to yourself, mindlessly nodding along to what George Primavera, the Dungeon Master had been saying as you sneak looks at Spencer- Brody.

And seemingly knowing what you were thinking in that exact moment, your eyes meet before Spencers are dropping to your lips with a shake of his head that has you pinching yourself.

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The game continues and so does your's and Spencers small touches that have you questioning when the acting stopped, or at least on your behalf as you allow your cheeks to consistently warm and your head to drop to his shoulder as you observed Courtney pull a brick from the tower. Your hand gripping his fore arm anxiously, his fingertips from his other hand grazing the back of your hand gently.

There is no way he is this good, right? You question to yourself, breath hitching as Spencers hand moves to interlace with your own as the tower shakes you press something up into the sleeve of Brody's shirt. "Please, be careful!" you call out, eyes blinking rapidly as you will yourself to tears.

"Zombies are banging on the door, if you do not successfully pull in the next 10 seconds Savanah, I will be counting it as an automatic loss," George announces and you choke back a sob. "Savanah, please, I believe in you!"

"Shut up babe, let her focus. She dosen't need to hear you yelling her name but you can scream-" you place your hand overtop of Brodys mouth with a glare before he kisses the inside of your hand that has you shaking the "germs" away with mock disgust.

Once Savanah had successfully pulled to all of the tables cheers you turned to Spencer as Savanah and Ronnie held their own conversation, you both trying to find the next best past forwards as the roads were completely ruined up ahead.

"I thought you were not into all the physical lovey-dovey stuff, Brody?" you teased, interlacing your fingers will fighting off a school-girl like giggle that had your company gagging obnoxiously from across the table as you both moved to flip them the bird.

"Eh, erm-" Brody struggled for words, starting to pull away from your touch, starting to feel small before you yanked him closer than before, your noses brushing up against one another. Spencers mouth proceeds to open and close like a fish out of water as you cup his cheek, enjoying the corse texture of his stubble against your palm.

"I-uh, only like it with you I guess, and only you..." Brody mumbles the end of his sentence, seemingly unsure of himself as he does his best to look anywhere but your eyes, catching your lips consistently.

"Sorry, I didn't manage that last part, what did you say about me in particular?" you push that bit forward, loving the way his glasses start to tip forwards, the perfect blend of hazel, green, and blue mixing into your own.

"Can we drop this, please?" Brody asks, feeling himself begin to sweat more as he forces his eyes closed, feeling the stares from everyone in the room including your own. "Okay," you add sweetly and in an understanding tone, dropping the questioning and his face before taking back to the game.

"I've got it!" Savanah then quickly details the rest of plan and to the Dungeon Masters approval, you all are making your way to the docks.

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Once arriving at the docks a small boat rocks back and fourth, unsteady in the rigid waters as rain splatters against your cheeks, the slight acidity of the water burning your skin as you press the neckline of your jacket closer to your face. Spencer moves his baseball cap to your head as you smile in thanks before taking his hand and guiding yourself onto the abandoned boat.

"We sure this won't sink?" you question, knees suddenly feeling weak as Brody fixes his hair out of his face and the boat starts to rock more violently against the dock, water splashing up and inside.

"That's why we have you going on first-"

"Oh wow, thanks honey, really feeling the love right now," you say back, not bothering to tone down your irritation as Brody steps in sitting across from you and by one of the paddles, Samantha beside him taking the other and Ronnie joining you by your side.

"Look, she's-a-holdin'" Ronnie comments, tipping up a fictional drink to Spencer before calling out random commands. "Mush, mush, brush, brush, uh? push push- wait not. ROW motherfuckers ROW!" Ronnie begins to stand with newfound enthusiasm before you are reaching over the table and pressing his shoulders down and back into his seat.

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A few life or death experiences later as Brody solved them all with you a step protectively behind him and the new shotgun he discovered. The pursuit to the base was easier as ever... a bit too easy as you typed in the code you found within Benardos pockets and viola!

The doors steamed and hissed opened before slamming with a heavy roar behind your small group. The lights then appeared on with every step you took, the past off just a second later. There was a faint humming that you couldn't pin point as the seemingly endless hallway of grey concrete walls, floors, and ceilings made the perception of time nearly impossible if it not for Ronnie complaining about having the munchies every five minutes.

"I think this is where we need..." your sentence came to falling halt. The boulder of momentum you all had been forcing up this stories hill now coming crashing down and chasing back after you. Its engagement only in a moments matter of time and it was ever approach as a figure emerged from the dark expanse of the room, a singular toarch they carried a glock in the other as the metal came in between your eyes. The features of this person coming into light and... your stomache dropped, you heard the safety of someones gun flick off and the sound of a pin could drop in that moment.

"You're dead, was all you could formulate to say..." an overwhelming feeling of nauseau tore its way through your system with vengence. "Then I wouldn't be here right? Just like you wouldn't be, is that not right? As you can see I am perfectly alive, child of mine. Now what friends have you brought to me today-"

"No." you put down your foot even when still at the barrels end, the smirk they sent, pushing your forehead to have you staggering back and into the awaiting arms of Brody behind you before being pulled back by the lapels of your jacket with great force. "No?" they mock.

"No?" they say as a state rather than a question. "No?" they chuckle to your horror. And "No." you confirm.

"You do know regardless if they make it out of here or not, they all will hate you in some degree by the end of this, child. They do not understand the cure that is us as you are undeserving of anyones love but my own-"

"You disgust me, father/mother," you bite back, hands shaking as a thousand memories come back to you being strapped to various informal medical technologies. Your skin bruised by the needles of a thousand experiments, some faulting to the plague you all knew todays as the zombies and yet you managed to healthy take the dose, take in the ability to evolve.

The idea that got forced down not spewing up new red hot tears from the corners of your eyes. "And you are to disgust them, do you know, companions of my child that your friend... or I see lover that they are exhibit A, the core and centre to all this destruction? And isn't it glorious, through a singular serum- nobody shall every become someone like us if we do not choose to, impenetrable to any human disease, sickness, or... death. The world shall rot at our feet so that we can rebuild it a better new!"

You refuse to look back on what you assume to be eyes of disgust landing on you as you fall to your knees, sobbing at your parents feet. The gun stays at your head, caressing the hair from out of your face as you wince at the cold metal greeting your features. BANG BANG

The bullets echo across the man-made landscape and disappear. You hear a groan and a stumble before metal is pressed to your forehead again, "nice try, but you seemed to have already forgotten my speech and have so rudely interrupted. You see, to end this all, YES! the cruelest trick of them all, you must kill us both at the same time. How joyous is that! And now you all must decide, its either you take us both, or I take all of you... its up to you~" your parent cackles as Brody grunts out in displeasure, barrels ready to shoot once more at your parental figure before Savanah is pulling him back once more.

"there has to be another way-" Savanah begins to ramble and rattle off an endless stream of ideas that are met with no answers or explanations.

"there is no other way..." you announce, eyes still kept to your ground yet head tilting to your left side praying they catch on. "do it, please," you ask, watching as your parent grins with glee. "yes, do it!" they copy your tone with an additional theatrical performance. Brody contemplates, eyes taking in to observe your form for what could be the last time... but after all this time you both have spent together through countless arguments, play fights and near kisses. He knew they could not have all been for nothing...

serum... if only we decide... evolve... zombies... dread... and with a sharp intake of breath BANG BANG, it echos in a silent scream.

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And that scream follows you as you awaken, not a singular syllable falling from your lips before arms are being wrapped around your frame and that familiar scent of aftershave, cigerettes, and motor oil have your eyes welling up with tears of relief.

"I knew you would catch on," you manage to croak out as Spencer had yet to speak, he just holds you tightly, shaking slightly ebfore whispering in your ear, "never to that again, that was so not cool, babe." Right before Savanah and Ronnie both burst into the room. "Science fucking Rules!" Ronnie cheers as you all burst out in laughter. Savanah still looks around confused, "so like... what actually happened? I still don't get the whole picture of how we all are like alive?"

"Well, if that serum can prevent you from somehow dying... why couldn't it also bring you back to life?" Brody explains as if it were the sky being blue as you shake your head. "Well I actually pressed the serum into his sleeve before we all entered the truck again, I was planning on telling him and asking him to be my... boyfriend before all of literal hell broke lose," you end your sentence with a laugh leading into a cough as Spencer reaches down below the table, pressing a water bottle into your face as you offer him a smile in thanks.

You all sit there in the silence and protection of the bunker. Allowing yourselves to relax for the first time in what felt like forever go by. "So how're we going to solve this Zombie issue?" Savanah perks up once more to everyones shrugs.

"Well, that was the last of the serum I know of... how does space sound?" you ask in a half joking half not tone as Spencer pulls you that bit closer, his eyes holding a lightness to them you had never seen before George was outroing and the moment was broken.

"Thank you all for joining us on this epically wild adventure, and I hope you all will join us again from when Smosh Dread returns- this time to outer space! Like, Subscribe, Share this Video with your Friends and remember friends... to drink water!"

"And thats a wrap!" Alex yelled out from behind camera as everyone clapped and cheered. You shook hands with George and sent smiles to your fellow cast mates Shayne and Courtney before your gaze casted down realizing that Spencer had already left.

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When finally out of costumer, make-up, and packing up the last things at your desk for the day, you were startled to find Spencer still in the office. You both seemingly the last to leave. "Hey, do you have a moment?" Spencer asks you, waving you down as you pick up your pace and meet him by the door. "What's up?"

"I really meant that you were a good actor by the way..."

"I stopped acting a long time ago, actually," you reply, shuffling your feet and Spencer drags a hand through his hair, an awkward tension only growing as the seconds tick by into minutes and you both start speaking at once.

"You go first," Spencer says, taking a half step closer to you as you lean your face in intently, as if to tell a secret. "I really like you, Spencer more so than Brody, more so than anyone I've known."

"I like you too, more than any character you could play, more than... yeah" Spencer agrees with wide eyes, seemingly as in disbelief of this moment as you were taking your face into his hands as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, checking if one another were tangible. And with one last look, your lips fell to one another in a delicate dance, your breath hitching as your gripped the fabric of his hoodie, sighing into his moan before backing away and gasping for air.

"See you tomorrow?" you say yet it rather comes out like a question. "Would you... want to come over to my place?"

"Yes, actually."

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username01 anyone else swear that (name) and Spencer were going to kiss at the end? They must be some hella good actors for all that chemistry to be faked...

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[asumofwords]

Midpoint - Michael Gavey x Reader - Coming soon

Synopsis: The semester break came along quicker than you thought it would, and you decided to stay on campus for the break to get ahead in your studies. What will happen when you go head-to-head with a certain ill-tempered maths student in a war of pettiness?

Warnings: This fic is 18+, readers discretion is advised.

Notes: Hello my angels, sorry I’ve been gone so long, it’s been a rough time lately. I’m so excited to share this with you all soon😈 so here is a lil teaser of our grumpy little Michael hehehe I hope you enjoy! Leave a comment if you’d like to be tagged 🖤

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You kept the perfect image of innocence, looking back down at your unhurried notes as you tapped your pen loudly against the tables surface. You could see his fists clenching in your periphery at his side, his pale button up shirt with beige pants shifting from side to side as he stood angrily watching you.

“What are you doing?” The blonde’s voice cut through the quiet of the library, irritation evident in his tone.

You didn’t bother to look up, pen still clicking rhythmically against the table, “Hm?”

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

Placing the pen on your page, you finally looked up, pleased to see a vision of frustration, “Pardon?”

The mans cheeks flushed an angry red as he stared down at you, lips pulling into a tight line, “Whatever you think-“

“-I’m sorry,” You interrupted him, leaning forward to look up into his eyes sweetly, “Do I know you?”

The man leant forward and sneered, “Gavey.”

“Gavey?” You titled your head.

“Yes.” He grit through his teeth, looking down at your spread notes all over his usual table.

Then it came to you.

“Gavey! Michael Gavey!”

You remembered now why he was so familiar.

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[naturesapphic]

“Don’t be embarrassed”

Daddy!natasha romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression and hurt/comfort

I was walking in my room that I got assigned at in the compound and locked it behind me. I let out a sigh of relief knowing I can finally relax. No one knows I have a secret. No one knows that I age regression. I’m too scared and embarrassed if anyone found out. Especially my new girlfriend of five months, THE Natasha romanoff.

Knowing her for over two years and having a crush on her for half, I know she isn’t the type of person to judge but I’m still just so scared to tell her. What if she leaves me? What if she thinks I’m a freak? I shake my head to get rid of the negative thoughts that are clouding my brain and I slowly start to fall in my headspace.

~ an hour later ~

SpongeBob was playing and I was in my favorite onesie while watching it. I have always loved SpongeBob and is one of my favorite shows to watch when I’m in my headspace. I heard a knock on the door and I panicked. No one was expected to come to your room, you always planned with people to go to your room so they wouldn’t disturb you while you were in your special time.

You squeaked quietly as you heard another knock but it was a little louder than the last one. “Baby? Are you okay? Why is the door locked?” Natasha, your girlfriend said worriedly. You whimpered and hid on the side of your bed where the door wasn’t facing it. You heard keys jigging and heard your door being opened which caused you to panic more.

“Honey?” Nat questioned softly as she heard little whimpers on the left side of the bed. She walked over to where the noise was and saw you rocking back and forth, holding tight onto your stuffie. Nat cooed softly and bent down to her knees to make eye level with you.

“Hey precious. It’s okay it’s okay. There’s nothing to be scared about.” Natasha said as she had suspicious that you age regressed but she wasn’t sure, but now this definitely solved her questions and suspicions. You looked up at her with red cheeks and whimpered again.

“It’s okay. Daddy’s here honey dove.” She said gently with her raspy voice that you loved so much and she knew it too. “D-daddy?” You questioned and you titled your head that made Natasha smile. “Yes honey. I’m your daddy. Is that okay angel?” Nat asked, making sure you consented to you being her little and her being your caregiver/daddy.

You launched at her excitedly and nodded your head yes over and over. Natasha laughed and held you tight in her big, soft, strong arms. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me my honeybun. Never ever.”

A/n: hello! I hope this was okay and that I did your request right. Please please send in some Melanie martinez requests <3

Remember to stay hydrated and rest! I love you all!

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, thank you for the work you put into this blog. It might be a bit early, but are there any S2 fix-it recs yet?

Hi! We have a plentiful #fix-it tag now! Here are some more to add...

you're the victim of your crime by JustNerdyThings (T)

It's a simple decision, really. It's simple in the way things rarely are, in that it's not much of a decision at all. Whatever Aziraphale might stand to gain by staying in Heaven, it cannot possibly compare to what he's already lost down on Earth. So Aziraphale leaves. He miracles up his letter of resignation, pretends to clear out his still-empty desk, and leaves. And he hopes against hope that somehow, someday, Crowley might forgive him.

hungry work by CCs_World (E)

“You must understand,” Aziraphale had whispered. He was on the doorstep of the bookshop, months after his departure, looking in at Crowley — disheveled, both of them. Broken, both of them. Afraid, both of them. Hopeful, both of them. “I understand, Aziraphale,” Crowley had said back. They had stretched out a hand to Aziraphale. “Come on. Let’s think of a plan together.” And they had. Somehow, miraculously, ineffably, a second apocalypse had been averted. Heaven and Hell were cut off. They were free — truly free. And they had all the time in the universe. So, naturally, they left London. OR: After the Second Coming does not Come, Crowley and Aziraphale move to the South Downs. However, living together is difficult when there are over 6000 years of tension between them - tension which must be resolved if they are to have their happily ever after.

Trembling with tenderness by HolRose (T)

When the former demon Crowley is surprised in his Mayfair flat by a visit from his erstwhile boss and their ex-Archangel partner asking for assistance, Crowley has that familiar sinking feeling that something he did in the past has come back to bite him on the arse. When the current Supreme Archangel materialises in his flat shortly afterwards, Crowley knows the time has come for them to really talk at last. Just as soon as they’ve got rid of their visitors, that is. A post Season 2 fix-it fic in which they communicate properly, and Aziraphale demonstrates just how crafty, and also loving, he can be. This is one for those who might like something genuinely soft and romantic after the ending to Season 2.

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth by arabellas_court (E)

Aziraphale unfolded the piece of paper slowly beneath the horrid lighting. He cleared his throat and looked around, the corners of his mouth faltering just a second when he landed on Crowley. He looked down at the paper. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth—” “Jesus Christ,” Crowley grumbled. “No, dear, he came later, remember?” ------ Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together. Angst with a happy ending.

Snogging on Heaven's Door by Tetrisbiene (M)

What if Aziraphale actually said, 'Do it again. Please. Right now!'? A Post-Season 2 Fanfic. Aziraphale has to go to Heaven to thwart the Second Coming, and Crowley just can't let him go alone. Follow the pair as they meet old and new faces, go to heavenly meetings, sow mischief, and tempt some angels to fall in love with humanity. May the two find a flat surface to talk things over with each other before this big promotion can tear them apart. This is the story of our ineffable idiots in a roller coaster ride of emotions, heavenly bureaucracy, and stolen kisses against doors. Have some angst, some stupid puns in the chapter titles, and an elevator ride that's basically an excuse for me to write a cheesy alternative ending to help me get over the actual finale.

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you by sunrisesinthesuburbs (T)

Aziraphale stares back at the Metatron with renewed optimism. “I know where my loyalty stands, Sir,” he starts, even managing a small smile. “And I do not need to prove myself to them. When the Time comes, they will enjoy what I’ve been working on.” He sounds convincing, really. Honest, reliable and responsible. Crowley decides this is a good time to whistle: “Someone’s getting all professional up here.” Aziraphale dares to peep in his direction, hoping to convey with one brief look everything he is thinking about: ‘Shut up, will you? I’m trying to do something here.’ Crowley smirks, of course. He really is so annoying. “Well, Aziraphale, you may not need to prove yourself to them,” the Metatron reaches for something inside his jacket, “but you need to prove yourself to me.” Aziraphale fails Heaven's test (of course), and now he has to fix an even bigger mess. Throw a messy break up and a Second Coming in the mix and, somehow, you get a getaway car and a cottage in the South Downs. A lot can happen in a day. (Post Season 2; my very own attempt at fixing things.)

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[newtthetranswriter]

Hello dear, I've got an idea again!

Could you do a Aziraphale x Reader , where reader wrote their own book and the first person who should read it, is him?

While reading he notice that the story is about falling in love with someone 'angelic', and as he noticed that the story is a secret love confession for him, he's getting so emotional

Have a great day/evening and stay hydrated please <3

A/n: Welcome back, I had fun writing this, and I hope you like it. You also have a great day/evening and remember to eat something. Requests are still open so if you have any more fun ideas don’t be afraid to send them in.

Word count: 1322

Paring: Aziraphale x gn! reader

     I truly enjoyed books, and so did my angel friend Aziraphale. That’s why I thought the best way to confess my love to the white haired angel would be to write him a book. Now I didn’t just write ‘I love you, Aziraphale’ in a book, that would be too easy and I wanted to have a little fun with it. I also have loved allegories for the longest time and thought it would be a great story telling tool to get my point across. So I wrote a book and made sure he would get the first copy, signed by me of course.

     Walking into A.Z. Fell and Co. I couldn’t hide my smile as I called out for my favorite angel. “Aziraphale, where are you? I have something for you.” I was greeted by Aziraphale walking down the stairs setting down the book he had in his hands.

     “Hello, Y/n. What have you brought?” He asked, voice laced with curiosity. He motioned me towards two chairs sitting close to his desk, offering me a seat. 

     I declined the offer with a simple shake of my head. “It’s okay. I just stopped by to give you this. You know I’ve been working on this book and it’s officially finished and so I thought I would hand over a signed first edition to my favorite book worm in person.” I said with a smile, passing the angel the book.

     He inspected the cover, smiling at the title Love beyond Heaven followed by my name at the bottom. “It is truly spectacular, I can’t wait to read it. Thank you, for such a thoughtful gift.” He said, running his hand over the cover. I just nodded in response, wishing him farewell and asking that he calls to tell me what he thinks when he finishes it. I didn’t want to wait around, the nerves had set in realizing that I had actually just handed over my confession to one of my best friends.

P.o.V to Aziraphale reading the book

     The angel watched as his friend left his shop in a hurry, while it was odd that they didn’t at least stay for a cup of tea he brushed it off as them having other things to do and had just stopped by to give him the book. He smiled to himself as took the book and sat at his desk ready to read the lovely words his friend had put together. Having been friends for a while, and knowing Y/n’s taste in books he wasn’t shocked to see that they had written a romance novel, and thought it was just that. A normal romance novel that has probably been written hundreds of times over with different characters and settings, but boy was he wrong.

     Upon opening the book he was surprised to see that unlike most books this one lacked a dedication page, and the promised signature was not on the first couple pages. Brushing it off as maybe Y/n had actually forgotten to sign the book in their excitement to give it to him, so he decided to keep reading and asking them to sign it later when they spoke next.

     He started reading, the book seemed straight forward, the main character falling for their best friend. He got through the first few chapters before he noticed one detail that he had previously brushed aside. The best friend was described as ‘angelic’ and having a fascination with the way the world around them works. What brought this to his attention was it was just revealed the angelic best friend owned a gaming store that featured the first edition of many video games and board games from throughout history. He couldn’t help but notice some similarities between himself and the main character, but again thought it must just be coincidence.

      As the angel read on he began noticing more and more similarities between the book and real life. For example, main character had gotten sick and pushed themself to far eventually passing out in front of their best friend who then spent days nursing them back to health in the apartment above the game shop, much like he had done for Y/n shortly after the pandemic hit and they had denied for days that they didn’t have covid. Another shared experience with the characters of the book was spending weekends enjoying eachothers company with tea and a good book, only in the story it was calm video games instead of a large novel.

      It kept going, Aziraphale kept piecing together that this book was based on real life, and apparently an allegory of his friendship with the shy human. The only thing that confused him was as far as he knew Y/n didn’t feel that way about him. Sure he loved everything about them, like how they are truly fascinated by his massive book collection, and how they enjoy bugging Crowley just to see the demon upset. The angel wasn’t ready to admit it but he was deeply in love with Y/n and he hoped that the implications of the book were correct. That the sweet playful human Loved him back.

      When he reached the last page of the final chapter he was truly astonished to see that it had ended with the main character admitting their feelings with a custom video game. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Y/n wrote this book to end in such a way, and then give the first copy to him. He flipped the page one last time to find the missing dedication page and the handwritten note from Y/n on the last page of the book.

      The dedication read ‘This book is dedicated to my best friend, Aziraphale. Without him I would have never had the courage to write this book.’ The angel couldn’t hold back a smile as he read that. One of his best friends wrote a book and dedicated it to him. He then looked down at the handwritten note that took up half the page.

       ‘Dear Aziraphale, I can’t begin to explain how much you mean to me. Spending rainy days reading and drinking tea with you are some of my favorite days. I don’t know what I would do without you, you mean everything to me. I hope by the time you reach this point of the book you’ve already figured it out. But I guess I’ll say it anyway. I love you, Aziraphale. I love how you collect so many books because you truly love to see the inner workings of the human mind. I love that you enjoy food even if you don’t need it, I love that you don’t fault me for being human. You bring me so much joy and I hope you understand that. I mean this with every fiber of my being you are the best thing to ever happen to me, Again I Love You, Aziraphale.’ - Love Y/n

     The angel smiled to himself. He was amazed at how thoughtful you had been. You wrote an entire book just to tell him how you feel. He would treasure this forever. It is now his most prized possession, no other book will ever compare. Without putting much thought into what time of day it was or what Y/n might be up to he immediately dialed the number he had memorized since it was given to him.

P.o.V back to Y/n

      I was awoken to the sound of my phone ringing on my nightstand. I looked briefly at the clock, seeing that it was nearly 3 in the morning, before answering, ready to yell at whoever woke me up. But I didn’t get the chance, before I could open my mouth to start yelling I heard the four words I had dreamt of hearing for so long.

      “I love you too.”

[samanddeansannoyingsis]

Castiel Acts of Service

Hellos, its been a hot minute so heres a short-ish oneshot of how Castiel would help Winchester sister deal with an anxiety attack after dropping a mug. Please be kind. Suggestions and some friendly criticism are welcome.

Pairing: Castiel x Winchester!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1345 words

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Thank you thank you, onto the story.....

It's so stupid. I dropped a mug on the floor in the bunker and I couldn't stop the tears and crying.

I knocked the mug while I was trying to reach the sink to start dishwater and my heart sank as I reached for it. I felt my fingers just barely graze the cup before it fell on the floor and shattered into a bunch of pieces. Immediately I cringed at the noise and my eyes welted up in tears and I deflate.

"God I cant do anything right..." I say shakily as my sobs overtake me. I go to lean over the counter but flinch when I go to touch it remembering that that was how I broke the mug in the first place. I wilt and sit on the floor not caring that the porcelain is digging into my legs through my leggings and I shake violently as I cry. I just broke down on the floor hyperventilating and crying about the broken mug.

My heart is racing as adrenaline pours into my veins to keep my hands from staying still as I try to pick up the bigger pieces. I cant help but shake as some crazed part of my brain cries out to hide my mistakes before someone sees it. My mind runs on and on about how worthless I am and how much I suck at being a functional person. For crying out loud I cant even do dishes without fucking up something. But its not my voice telling these things to me... Its Johns voice.

As the forever forgotten middle child of the Winchesters, also the only girl, I was forced to stay inside and do research instead of going out and hunting with my brother Dean and John. Secretly I despise them for it. But I could never tell them that. Instead, I stayed and took care of Sam, helped him though school and supported him when he left for college. And stayed in the shadows. Always in the shadows. Never any real help, just another burden... Or that's what John tells me. He lost the title of father or dad when he yelled at me that I should have succeeded when he found my cutting marks when I was 13.

I hear his voice as I sit shaking and sobbing quietly on the floor in the kitchen in the bunker all alone and surrounded by broken porcelain. I drop the few pieces I picked up as I cut myself on a rather sharp edge and start crying so hard I can no longer see well.

I put the pieces next to me and curl up and cry in a ball. I let myself sob quietly for a good few minutes until I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen. I take a deep breath and my eyes go wide as my anxiety ridden mind tries to scream at me to get up and hide. I sit paralyzed on the floor with wide puffy and red eyes locked on the doorway.

Instead of one of my brothers or the deceased John, in walks Castiel, the favorite angel. He is none the wiser and I didn't even think he noticed me until he started walking on the broken mug pieces.

"Are you ok? Theres a lot of glass on the floor. Did you mean to do that?" He says in his little gruff voice. I sniffle a few times and start crying again as he stops talking. I use my now bloody hands to cover my face as I sob into my knees.

Cass looks confused at my mess on the floor.

"I take it that's a no then?" He says a little softer as he looks at the glass and then at my hands. He sighs and walks to the sink to grab a washcloth.

I shake my head softly and sniffle as I try to stop crying but just proceed to wipe blood on my face. I smell the metallic liquid and frown. My heart is practically beating out of my chest as John continues to torment me from my head.

Cass brings the washcloth to me and kneels Infront of me to be face to face with me. He has a small frown as he gently grabs my bleeding hand and presses the cloth to it to try and clean it up before he heals it. I stair at the floor blankly and my eyes fall on the broken base of the mug. My eyes are bloodshot and I feel tingly as Cas uses his angelic powers to heal my hand. It fills my body with an odd warmth and I shiver softly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He prods gently. I shake my head and let him continue to hold my hand.

"Do you want help cleaning this up?" Cas says softly. I can tell he's trying to help me but I dont really hear him as I sit in my little cocoon of self depreciation. He puts my hand back on my knee and stands up and picks me up off the ground and puts me on the countertop.

I sigh softly as he moves me but I dont protest. He lets me sit there as I zone out again and start crying once more. Cas grabs a broom and dustpan and cleans up the broken mug quietly. I shake softly as I cry.

"I'm sorry." I say in a soft shakey voice once he gathers the mug into the dustpan. He pauses for a moment and looks up at me from the floor and shoots me a soft smile.

"It's ok. Accidents happen." Its a sweet sentiment, really. I nod softly as I sniffle and wipe my face on my hoodie sleeve.

"A little too often with me though." I say in a soft but sad tone. He frowns and looks at me confused.

"Ive never seen you break a mug before. How could it be often?" He says in an aloof manor. This breaks me out of my anxiety attack for a second and I smile for a second before I go back to frowning and looking at the remanents in the dustpan. Cas throws out the broken mug and then puts the broom away and stands in front of me as I sit quietly on the counter and try to quiet my rapidly beating heart to get my chest to stop hurting.

"You didn't have to do that." I say softly as I put a hand over my heart to try and add some pressure.

"I didn't want you to get cut again when you sat on the floor." He says shortly. I nod with an empty frown on my face.

"Fair." I say.

"Ill finish dishes for you if you wanna go pick a movie for movie night tonight." He says as he shuts off the water just before the sink spills over because I forgot to shut it off in the midst of my short anxiety attack. I frown as I look at the sink.

"Are you sure Cas? I dont want you to think im not able to do things." He shakes his head.

"You work so hard all the time trying to keep this place clean. Go sit down and pick a movie. Ill be in in a few minutes." His voice leaves little room for argument so I get up and shakily stand and walk to the living room and start looking through movies.

I smile to myself as I pick a stupid comedy movie about history and get ready to start the movie. A few minutes later, true to his word, Castiel walks in with slightly damp hands and a bowl of popcorn for me. I smile softly as I take the popcorn and he grabs me a soft blanket. As he drapes the blanket over my lap Sam walks in and then shortly after that Dean. Everyone settles in and Cas sits next to me on the couch and we all enjoy movie night together.

[vidavalor]

Hello! I love your metas (they're always incredible and very insightful, even if I don't agree with you on some stuff) and I was wondering if you had any thoughts about one line Shax says in 2.01: "I am now Hell's representative in London" (it's been rotating in my head for weeks, help).

If you don't have anything to say/have already said something about it I'm truly sorry (genuine)

Once again I absolutely *adore* your metas, they are the light of my day and occupy a frankly embarrassing part of my brain-

Stay safe and have a nice day/night!

Hi! Nice to meet you. Thank you for the kind words. :) *pours hot chocolate* Sorry that this one took me a little while.

Why is that line from Shax such a little niggle in the old brain, eh? It's funny that you mention it because it took me a little while to realize why it was standing out for me as well when I was first watching the season because it, objectively, isn't that wild a line. It's establishing who Shax is in the story and why she's here on this bench talking to Crowley, right? But then you kinda realize that her sitting up so straight there beside Crowley on the bench and being kinda haughty about her position in the Hell hierarchy has got a familiar vibe because it's calling back to Shax's kind of inverted paralleling character here...

Remember the whole "Heaven will finally triumph over Hell. It's all going to be rather lovely" bit from 1.01 and Crowley's bemused "you really believe that?" knowing that Aziraphale puts on airs in public that he doesn't totally believe when they are speaking alone. He might well believe that Heaven might triumph-- honestly, both Crowley & Aziraphale did-- but "it's all going to be rather lovely" was the absolute height of bullshit and they both knew it. So much so that it made Crowley smile at him fondly because they both know that Heaven triumphing over Hell means an eternity apart and who knows what happening to Crowley so "rather lovely" is not at all what Aziraphale thinks about any of that.

Shax, on the other hand, is super jazzed to be Hell's new Whatever Crowley's Really Long Old Job Title Was and their representative in London. She's genuinely excited about her promotion and likes life as a demon and feels her purpose is serving her master Satan, whereas Aziraphale has obviously always been more conflicted in his role as an angel serving God.

Both are sitting with Crowley on the park bench as the supernatural secret agent meeting with him in the two scenes but they have completely opposite levels of intimacy with him. Whereas the St. James Park scene in 1.01 shows how close they are and how much they care about each other, the Shax and Crowley scene on the bench in 2.01 shows that Shax has a one-sided attraction to Crowley (as opposed to the mutual thing he and Aziraphale were showing in 1.01) and that she doesn't know Crowley very well. She doesn't understand his exhaustion at the whole angels and demons thing. She doesn't know what to feed the ducks (something that Aziraphale canonically does when he magics them out of his hat in 1862 in 1.03.)

Shax is not Crowley's person and she doesn't belong on the bench with him. He can matchmake all the day long and does even in this scene a bit-- helping poor, lost Agent Fuzuli find his Azerbaijani sector chief-- but that's also the point. Agent Fuzuli has not met his new contact before the scene and mistakes him for Crowley, underscoring how Crowley is on this bench with the wrong person with Shax. Shax sits down after Fuzuli and basically has the same problem. Only, she spends the season pursuing both her demonic career goals and Crowley while ignoring that she should be feeding some ducks with Furfur. At least she knows to bring them frozen peas now.

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @inthedayswhenlandswerefew for always being willing to take time out of your day and allow me the chance to fangirl over another brilliantly written story. I don't think I can even properly express how grateful I am to relive this literary trauma you have blessed our eyeballs with. Just... thank you. 🦀

This is the 20th installment of Interview With a Writer! You are welcome to read over the other talented souls on Tumblr and ao3 who shared their brilliant writing! 🧡

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Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: When The World Is Crashing Down

Paring: Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Warnings:  Language, warfare, violence, serious injury, alcoholism/addiction, references to sexual content (18+), be mindful of chapter warnings!

Where did the idea for When The World Is Crashing Down come from?

For a long time (since last spring, at least), I’ve had kind of a vague inspiration for a story that would take place between Rook’s Rest and the end of the war, essentially chronicling all the destruction that the Greens endure and how Aegon would cope with it. I had a sense that there could be a deeply honorable, romantic story somewhere in the midst of all the large-scale horror.

Then—around the time I was finishing Comet Donati at the end of the summer—one day I had a vivid scene pop into my mind, and true to my usual writing modus operandi, it was at the end of the story: a woman who is just emotionally demolished, crossing a field as sparse snowflakes begin falling to meet her supposed rescuer, Cregan Stark. He thinks it’s this wonderful reunion, while she feels like it’s the end of the world. Once I saw that scene, I knew I’d have to write this series immediately. It just possessed me!

For the first month I was working on WTWICD, I listened almost exclusively to Fall Out Boy’s second album, From Under The Cork Tree. The songs are absolutely riddled with anxiety, self-loathing, violence, desolation, pride, lust, and defiance in the face of defeat. That album helped shape the general tone of the series and, of course, gave it its title as well.

You have notoriously stated before that the vivid scene for inspires an entire story. What are your next steps? What were the pivotal moments that had to happen in WTWICD?

So once that first scene occurs to me, I know I have a week or two of really powerful momentum in terms of figuring out the major arc of the story, so I take advantage of that and get right to work making a chapter list and brief character notes. I knew that the series was a bit like a circle in that it would start the same way it ended: ashes would be falling instead of snow, Aemond would be taking her captive instead of Cregan, and Angel would be mistaken for a Green instead of being wrongly assumed to be a Black. I also knew that I wanted WTWICD to (generally) follow the same canon events as Fire & Blood, so I matched each chapter to the actual events from the war, and then had another bullet point beneath with a description of what would be happening with Angel, Aegon, and the other characters that are the heart of this story.

In those first few weeks, I’ll hear a lot of random snippets of dialogue that I swiftly jot down in my Word Doc under the heading of whichever chapter I feel it will likely end up in. One of the very first quotes for this series was Aegon’s greeting to Angel in Chapter 1: “Hello angel, welcome to the end of the world.” These quotes help flesh out the story and transform requisite general events, like Angel meeting Aegon when he is near death after Rook’s Rest, into specific scenes. And then for any necessary detail that I don’t have an instinctive answer for, I start researching.

For example, here’s how I determined that Angel was a Celtigar. I did some Fire & Blood research to see which Westerosi families were allied with the Blacks vs. the Greens. I knew I needed a family that started out on the Blacks’ side and stayed there, and also wasn’t already decimated by the time Rook’s Rest happened, so that narrowed it down somewhat. I had felt that the vibes of the fic were oceanic, yet bleak—grey mist, rocky cliffs, rough waves—so I was leaning towards Angel being from the Crownlands. I stumbled upon the Celtigar family (having never heard of them before to my recollection) and was so excited! Firstly, I loved that Angel would be Valyrian, though not in an obvious way; the Celtigars, after being shunned by the Targaryens and Velaryons, intermarried with non-Valyrian houses until their features weren’t so distinct. Secondly, the crab metaphor was perfect. I had already known that the theme of perpetual resurrection—rebirth/reinvention that is repeated, though not necessarily leaving the person better off—would be present in this story, and crabs molting was symbolic of that. (Also, I’m from Maryland originally, so I appreciate crabs more than your average person, haha.)

Then for Angel’s faux family (Thorne), I knew I needed a Crownlands house that was loyal to the Greens throughout the war, which narrowed the options down considerably. I wanted a Crownlands house because I thought Angel, as a very academically smart person, would be savvy enough to know that another Crownlands family would share her accent/appearance/general knowledge more than someone from the Reach or the Riverlands, thus making her lies less likely to be detected. I also loved that Thorne (as in rose thorns) could be a subtle nod to a previous series of mine that was a Wars of the Roses AU: Now I’m Covered In You.

Tell me about your Aegon interpretation. Why is he the way he is in When The World Is Crashing Down?

Aegon is someone who has already gone through a number of transformations before Angel ever meets him. He is an innocent child, an unloved and mistreated adolescent, a man who succumbs to his worst vices, and then an aspiring hero who is trying his absolute hardest to live up to being king after his coronation. When he is wounded so horrible and painfully at Rook's Rest, Aegon is at the point where he's just ready for his suffering to be over. He got a brief taste of greatness and then was knocked back down to being useless and in agony all over again; he's accepted that his story is over.

Angel saves Aegon’s life literally, but she also gives him an opportunity to be honorable in a way that he hasn’t fully been able to before. She never knew him before his maiming, so she has no memories of his drunkenness, whoring, or any other sins. She is kind and gentle, and she sees Aegon as someone desirable and brave, particularly when she gives him (unintentionally) the opportunity to be her rescuer: from the brothel, from Cregan Stark, and from the world itself. Once they’ve met, Aegon is motivated by Angel—and the future they hope to have together—to be the greatest version of himself yet: someone who can both give and accept love in its purest form.

It is Aegon's love for Angel that compels him to fight to stay alive even under the most dire circumstances and when hope seems irrational. He's not doing it for himself; he's doing it for her.

What about Aemond? How is his relationship with Aegon?

Oh Aemond. The duality of man. Throughout this series, we see evidence that Aemond has all sorts of negative feelings towards Aegon. He feels that Aegon is physically weak, intellectually unimpressive, morally corrupted, and just generally unworthy of being king. However, at the same time, Aemond loves Aegon and is entirely loyal to him. Aemond borrows the crown when Aegon is unable to rule, but he never tries to take it. Aemond will flirt with and proposition Angel, but he never tries to get her to actually leave Aegon. And each time Aegon is wounded, we see that Aemond not only cares for him physically, but tries to uplift his spirits and carry out his wishes. We see Aemond hunting for a healer and then helping to clean Aegon’s wounds at Rook’s Rest. We also see him comforting Angel and stopping her from treating Aegon’s bleeding, shattered legs on Dragonstone (which is what Aegon begs for him to do in High Valyrian). Finally, we see Aemond’s repeated denial that Aegon might not survive the war. Daeron, Larys, and Autumn are all pragmatic enough to discuss it, but Aemond isn’t. His love for Aegon is too great.

Aemond’s interest in Angel is 50% ego-driven. He knows that she prefers Aegon to him, but if he can win her affection, he scores a figurative victory over his elder brother and gets to feel worthy/superior. This impulse (which isn’t necessarily something Aemond is consciously aware of) only intensifies once he learns that Angel is a Celtigar and therefore of Valyrian ancestry. But that means that his obsession with her is also 50% inspired by her intellect, skill, courage, and dedication to Aegon, all things that Aemond highly values. Angel never has any romantic feelings for Aemond, although he does increasingly become a source of strength, guidance, and comfort for her as Aegon’s health deteriorates. But he is definitely a little in love with her, even if that emotion is in large part merely a manifestation of his own inferiority complex.

What characters in your story that you enjoy writing?

Aemond “There are other Targaryens” Targaryen was definitely my favorite character to write in this series. He is a menace!! But a menace who is also loyal, clever, vulnerable, capable, flawed, and—it must be said—very, very nice to look at.

I really enjoyed writing Daeron too, who I envision as similar to who Aegon would have grown up to be had he not been beaten down by so much emotional and physical trauma. Daeron’s a ray of sunshine who is also an unrepentant war criminal, energetic and arrogant and a diehard warrior for his family. He jokes around with Aegon, but strategizes (or at least attempts to) with Aemond, recognizing the role that each brother plays in the family.

Finally, I loved Autumn! She was essential to Angel’s survival—street smart instead of book smart, experienced instead of sheltered and naïve—and while Autumn’s arc is tragic in some ways, she gets one of the happiest endings in the series.

Was Angel ever relieved of her guilt of what she did for Aegon?

Oh no, Angel felt horribly guilty for betraying Aegon, and I don't think she gets over that in her lifetime.

Aegon is definitely aware of Aemond’s interest in Angel, but isn’t especially concerned about it. He’s used to Aemond coveting the things he’s been given and feels that the Aemond-Angel dynamic is just the latest iteration of that lifelong pattern. Aegon relies upon Aemond both emotionally and physically—all the Greens do, as he and Vhagar are the muscle behind their war effort—and ultimately trusts him to do the right thing. Aegon doesn’t suspect that Angel would ever consent to being more than tentative allies with Aemond; it’s not even on his radar.

She acted impulsively in a moment of great emotional turmoil and misdirected desperation to help the Greens win the war and, in my mind, Aemond bears the responsibility of manipulating her into making that decision. (Even ghost Aemond alludes to regretting how he handled that situation in Chapter 12!) But Angel personally feels that she was disloyal to the love of her life, and wasted time that she should rightfully have spent with Aegon doing something that would have hurt him instead.

And she never gets to confess to Aegon, so she never gets the absolution of his forgiveness (which he undoubtedly would have given, under the circumstances).

What inspired Angel?

I love writing “readers” from all sorts of backgrounds and perspectives; we’re all unique people, and “readers” should be too!

Angel is the archetypal poor little rich girl. She has material comforts, but is ultimately ill-suited and dissatisfied with life as a noblewoman. She floats around aimlessly with nothing to look forward to (except her eventual marriage to a stranger, of course) until her brother Everett is nearly killed in a fire when she’s fifteen years old. Healing gives Angel a hobby, a purpose, and a sense of agency (indeed, the power to save or end lives) in a world where she has vanishingly little control over her own fate.

At the beginning of the series, Angel has a profound fear of sexual intimacy. I think this is something that would have been very real to women in a situation like hers, but isn’t often spoken or written about. She doesn’t have much knowledge of how sex works, and what she does know is pretty discouraging: women who are resigned, at best, or tortured at worst, with blood stains on sheets, death or disfigurement in childbirth, and being physically completely at the mercy of an older, larger man who you didn’t choose for yourself. It’s the stuff of nightmares! I once stumbled upon a Reddit threat of people sharing stories of their 90-year-old grandmas not knowing what an orgasm is, and it just completely broke my heart. I wanted to give voice to all the girls and women throughout history who have been robbed of agency over their own bodies and pleasure in sex.

Angel’s journey is a circle: she begins fearful, then becomes intrigued as her feelings for Aegon grow and she realizes she trusts him. (I think it’s significant that the two men Angel loves most, Aegon and Everett, are both disabled and therefore physically not as threatening to her.) She gets to experience informed, enthusiastic consent and pleasure, and then that joy is slowly taken from her as Aegon grows weaker.

And at the end of the story, Angel is back to where she started: forced to give herself to a man she didn’t choose—and he can have her whenever, however, and wherever he wants her—and without expectations of pleasure, only pain and resignation.

Do you feel Angel and Aegon complement one another?

Angel compliments Aegon because she is both clever and resilient enough to heal his body, but also provides him with opportunities to be a hero and prove his worth, not to her but to himself. She needs him to save her from danger, she looks to him for reassurance when she is fearful, and she relies upon him to be king when the war is over and therefore ensure their happy future together. She is, to Aegon, the perfect balance of strength and weakness.

What Angel gains from the relationship is someone who she actually admires and desires, but also someone who values her for who she really is. Aegon likes Angel regardless of who her family is and what her political affiliations might once have been; he does not care about heirs, bloodlines, prestige, obedience, or power. With Aegon, Angel knows that her own desires and feelings will always be first and foremost. That’s a rare thing to find in a Westerosi marriage.

Was there any contentment with her marriage to Cregan Stark?

I don’t feel that Angel ever found anything like happiness in the North. Several readers commented that they believed she was only existing with Cregan for the rest of her earthly days, not truly living, and I think that’s accurate. Cregan Stark never questions the narrative that he saved her from the immoral, violent, rapist Usurper, and in Winterfell Angel would have had to hear—from servants, from guards, from her husband, from her children once they were old enough to know the story—comments about how horrible Aegon was an how honorable Cregan was for ensuring his defeat and “rescuing” Angel. So her loss (and the fact that it’s this indescribably heavy secret she has to carry around with her) is a wound that is ripped open again and again and again. She can never develop a sense of fondness for Cregan, because she can never forget his hatred for and his role in killing the man she loved. She can never truly get joy from her children because they are just like Cregan: large, loud, rugged, dark-haired wolf pups who repeat the fictions they’ve always been told were truths. It’s a very hollow, soulless existence for Angel.

But of course the bright side is that because she remains alive and has some influence over Cregan’s political decisions: Angel is able to protect Jaehaera, Autumn, and other Greens after their faction’s defeat. She is also able to share the true legacy of the Greens with Jaehaera once Aegon’s daughter is older. Jaehaera otherwise wouldn’t really understand their true motivations, personalities, or gifts, nor the love they shared for each other; she was a child when most of the Greens died, and Autumn would not have felt comfortable sharing what little she knew at risk of endangering her ability to stay at court with Jaehaera. We can assume that Angel was eventually reunited with Aegon (and her other lost loved ones) in the afterlife, and so there is some happiness in the long run.

Angel definitely showed some magic in her Valyrian blood: we saw her dreams with Aemond, Helaena, and Daeron, but when Aegon told her, “If there’s anything interesting on the other side, I’ll find a way to let you know," was this what you were referring to at the end with, "…dreams that you never want to wake up from."

Yes! That is exactly what I was referencing, and I was thrilled that so many readers picked up on it. 🥰 It’s the closest we get to a “happily ever after” in this fic.

Celtigars are the black sheep of the Westerosi Valyrians. They’re glorified pirates as opposed to royalty or well-regarded merchants, and they aren’t nearly as magical at Targaryens or Velaryons. In the ASOIAF canon, there are no references to a Celtigar ever riding a dragon or joining the Targaryen bloodline. Angel was never going to be a dragonrider (she hates them!). But Angel does have some very subtle magical abilities that show up occasionally, and the dreams are one of them. After the events of WTWICD, for the rest of Angel’s life she is really only a shell of herself (not me making crab puns!), but dreams of Aegon give her comfort and remind her of the promise that she will see the people she loves again one day.

In Angel’s dreams, the ghosts appear in settings that they were attached to in life. Helaena was in the gardens with her insects, Aemond was in the rookery hard at work writing his letters, and Daeron (the closest thing this family has to a sunshine personality) was on a warm summer beach with Tessarion, exactly like he was the first day he ever met Angel. I feel that when Aegon appeared to Angel in her dreams, he was probably on Dragonstone, invoking memories of those idyllic first few months they got to spend alone together before Aemond started showing up (uninvited) and the battle with Baela and Moondancer.

In addition to the dreams, I think that Angel has some very slight clairvoyance. Even in the early chapters—and even as his burns are healing—she was always filled with this heavy dread regarding Aegon’s long-term health, and the threat of organ failure after repeated trauma is something that crosses her mind over and over again. She even mentions it to her brother Everett in Chapter 6. Part of her, I believe, always knew on some level that he wasn’t going to live to see a peaceful world.

Out of all your "Readers" so far, which one do you feel you relate to the most?

Out of all my readers, I think I personally relate the most to Appletini from North to the Future.

Our situations are different in a lot of ways (sadly, scruffy Juneau fisherman/rockstar Aegon is not real nor in love with me), but I think we share a) an innate fixation on responsibility and aversion to risk, and b) a sense that there is something more out there that we are always wrestling with. Do we take the leap, or do we stay where we are? Are we worthy of more? Are we doomed to relive the curses of prior generations? That sounds a little dark, probably, but I don’t mean for it to. Appletini gets a happy ending, after all!

Do you wish to share any possible new story that might be coming up?

At this point I have no comment whatsoever and nothing to announce. But I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas! 🎅🎄🎁😏

[strangerthingslover69]

Dinner time

Dimitri Antonov + female reader

Once a week you, Dmitri, your big brother Hopper and Joyce get together for some dinner. But Dimitri has something else he’d much rather eat

18+ minors do not read!

warnings ~swearing and smut ~

It had been a few months since Dmitri entered your life. Your brother Hopper had returned from the dead and brought Dmitri back to America with him. The first time you saw him your heartbeat quickened and your pussy clenched. He was gorgeous. You knew you wanted him and he wanted you. Your brother and Dmitri started staying with you and that’s where the fun began. You could barely keep your hands off one another. Of course Hop didn’t know, you were his little sister and there was a slight age gap between you and Dmitri, you knew what he would be like. Anytime Hop wasn’t there you could finally touch one another. One day you made things a lot more interesting. ‘What’s this?’ Dmitri asked as you handed him a list. ‘This is a list of rooms and places we haven’t done anything in’ you said rather seductively into his ear. The list was fairly long, car, pool, dining room, stairs, garden, you even dared to put Hops’ room.

As Dmitri read through the list you started getting a tingly feeling and the thought of doing things in these new places. He put the list on the kitchen side, ‘well my непослушная девочка (naughty girl) let’s get started’ he said pulling you into a hot and heavy kiss. Lips all over one another, tongues fighting to be in control of course Dmitri won. Moans into one another’s mouths, you can feel yourself getting wet and he hadn’t touched you. Dmitri leaves your lips and starts to leave wet kisses down your neck, his hand roaming down your body till it meets your clothed pussy. You moan at the touch. ‘You sound so pretty’ he whispers into your ear before kissing it, sending shivers down your spine. ‘I have an idea’ he says taking you into the dining room. He sits you down on the chair, you look at him confused. ‘Relax ангел (angel) It’s dinner time now, no?’ he says into your ear again before crawling under the table. You wait and minute before you feel a pair of big hands rubbing the inside of your thighs. You realise what he’s about to do.

You hear the front door open and then it opens, ‘Hello? Y/N? Dmitri?’ You hear your brother shouting for you both and panic. You pull the table cloth over your lap hiding Dmitri under there. ‘Hey Y/N, me and Joyce brought some mac and cheese for us all.’ Hop says grabbing plates from the kitchen. ‘Hey sweetie how are you’ Joyce asks making her way over to give a hug. ‘I-I’m good thanks, what you guys doing here? Not that I don’t wanna see you of course ’ you asked confused. You can still feel Dmitri’s hands digging into your thighs. You unintentionally buck your hips closer to his face. ‘It’s Thursday? We always have dinner together on a Thursday?’ Hop replies looking at you confused. Shit you thought to yourself, you forgot it was fricken Thursday. ‘Where’s Dmitri?’ Joyce asks taking a seat across from you. ‘H-he’s erm, went for a walk. His head was hurting. Wanted some fresh air.’ You reply as you feel Dmitri move your wet shorts to the side, it reveals your bare and wet pussy. Dmitri moans, *cough cough* you try to cover cover Dmitri's moans, hoping it was enough. ‘You sure your okay Y/N? Hop asks having you a full plate of food. ‘I’m fine yeah, just a bit tired’ you answer, which is the truth. You and Dmitri were up for hours last night, talking at first which of course led to hours of hot and heavy sex. ‘Hey Y/N what’s this?’ Hop says holding up the list you made for yourself and Dmitri. Shit. You are thankful you hadn’t given your list a god damn title. You blushed and tried to think of something, ‘errm… redecorating!’ You shout accidentally. ‘I errm am planning on redecorating those places on the list.’ You say hoping they’ll believe you. ‘Okay…’ Hop says as he sits down next to Joyce with their food and you all began to eat. ‘Shame Dmitri isn’t feeling too well, hopefully the walk will help’ Joyce says to you. ‘H-hopefully’ The word struggles out of your mouth as you feel a warm breath directing onto your pussy. Dmitri is playing a risky game but you are too wet and horny to care.

He spreads your pussy lips apart showing your glistening clit. He can not wait to devour you. He tests the waters to see how you’ll react, he doesn’t want to get caught in his best friends sisters pussy. Dmitri moves his lips into your clit giving it a gentle kiss. Nothing yet, he’s impressed. Normally that alone would make you let out a loud moan. He carries on kissing your clit until he’s practically making out with it. Your juices taste so sweet in his mouth. His tongue darts over your clit, licking it round in circles. Gaining more speed as he continues to lick circles to your throbbing bud.

You are having a very hard time not screaming and moaning Dmitri’s name, he’s an expert with your body now and knows what you love. You’re thankful Joyce is talking about the kids as you try to carry on eating your Mac and cheese. One of Dmitri’s fingers has made it way to your aching hole. Slowly pumping in and out while he’s still licking your clit. The circle movements have stopped and now he’s giving you kitten licks up and down. He adds another finger as it stretches out your pussy you let out an involuntary moan. Joyce and Hop look over to your quizzically. ‘This is probably the best Mac and cheese I’ve ever had’ you say shoving in a forkful and adding another moan. You can feel vibrations sending there way on your clit, you know Dmitri is chuckling at you.

‘So Y/N how is having Dmitri live here?’ Joyce asks you. Shit now you have to talk whilst the god like man is eating you like he’s been starved. ‘It’s g-great. He’s a good houseguest. Doesn’t leave a j-job unfinished.’ You stutter a few words as you feel Dmitri fuck you faster with his fingers and now he’s sucking upon your clit. You know you are close as you clench around Dmitri’s fingers. ‘Helps he’s kinda cute too I bet’ Joyce says, you and Hop look at her surprised. ‘I’m just saying, come on Hop you know I love you’ she says giving his arm a nudge. ‘Y-yeah I guess so, I hadn’t really noticed.’ You say as Dmitri adds another finger and going crazy with his tongue on your clit, he’s going so quickly it’s making your head spin, he’s eaten you out before but my god not with this much need. ‘Yeah yeah he’s adorable, but just be careful. Don’t want you two getting too close. If you know what I mean’ Hop says taking a swig of beer. ‘Hop she can get close to whoever she wants to, she’s an adult’ Joyce tells him giving you a sympathetic smile. She knows how he is with you and guys. You can’t help but think what would happen if he knew what Dmitri was really doing to his little sister. ‘Hop, he’s a really nice guy and I think the w-world of him. He h-helped you escape that g-god awful place. If I wanted him, I can have him. O-okay? You don’t get a say in my love l-life.’ Hearing your kind words makes Dmitri pump his fingers in and out of your pussy so fast your surprised they can’t hear it. He’s eating your pussy the best he can ever has, his tongue moving at such a speed you didn’t think possible. You clench so hard around his fingers, your orgasm approaching. ‘Sorry Y/N, I’m your big brother. I just want what’s best’ he says reaching for you hand across the table. God damn it. You reach for it and assure him, ‘I k-know Hop. *god* maybe Dmitri is the best for me?’ You take your hand quickly off your brothers quickly and you give int your orgasm cumming around Dmitri’s finger and mouth. Not missing a bit of it and cleans up all your mess. Slowly pulling out his fingers and licking them up. He kisses your pussy before sliding your shorts back across. You don’t know how Hop and Joyce didn’t realise you just had the best orgasm ever but you are very grateful they didn’t.

Everyone had finished their dinner, including Dimitri. You thank the heavens they can finally go and you can ride onto Dmitri’s dick. ‘Whose ready for dessert?’ Hopper asks you both as he makes his way to get an apple pie and ice cream. To your surprise you feel Dmitri moving your shorts to the side again. He slowly starts devouring your sensitive pussy again, clearly answering Hops’ question. This was going to be a long evening.

[corawithfanfiction]

✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

it is a man's man's world

my materialist - the only way

Warnings and Information:

First of all, hello to all of you,

there are a couple of things I want to mention before we start the story.

Nora is a character I created myself. I based her character profile on Taylor Hill and Daisy Edgar Jones, but it is up to you to imagine her as you wish throughout the story :)

Nora first appeared on the Victoria's Secret Show in 2013. Taylor Hill made her debut on this runway in 2014. So, I will make some changes about the 2013 runway. I tried to go as close to real life as possible, but as I said, I want to focus on a specific period of time, so I won't bore you with too many details.

✯

23 July 2013

norawalter: Maybe I should take a picture too? Super excited about this! This amazing man and his team are at Comic-Con 😘 I can always look at this view 💙 @imsebastianistan

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marvelnewsonline: She's so hot, it's unfair

chrisevans: Sebastian won't stop talking about you, seriously I'll hit him soon

norawalter: @chrisevans heyyy, leave him alone! #jealousboy

✯

“Thank you so much for being here with me.”

As we stood together in the back, Sebastian planted a kiss on my cheek, all the while smiling his gorgeous smile at me. Today there was a press conference for the upcoming Captain America sequel, The Winter Soldier, and my beloved boyfriend was technically the lead in this movie.

I mean, he was giving the movie its title, he was definitely the lead.

Later that night Sebastian was at the fashion show with Chris Hemsworth and he caught me backstage and we quickly exchanged numbers. For some reason I couldn't contain myself and I told my friend the details of what had happened as soon as I got home. I was getting excited thinking about the idea that you had actually met.

The next day I got a message on my phone. It was from him. He asked how I was doing, expressed his desire to spend more time together and asked if I was free next weekend, which I gladly accepted.

After a date night, the two of us were kissing in the back seat of his car, unable to keep our hands off each other. I wished I had known earlier that the men in Romania were so talented, because if I had known about it I would have tried it a long time ago.

The only unfinished problem(s) was the fact that Sebastian was thirty and I was nineteen. I was a little skeptical - frankly terrified - about the reaction we'd get from his parents or family or the fans, but then I decided it would be healthier for this relationship to say screw it less. I was more than happy with this guy, and being here for Comic-Con this weekend was a dream come true.

“You support me, I support you.” I grinned, kissed his lips gently, ran my fingers through his long hair. The Winter Soldier filmed for one more week before it was over, but for the rest of the movie I was able to stay with Sebastian in Los Angeles, where I had a few photo shoots. And with this good timing, we were able to spend more time together.

As I looked around, I noticed famous faces - Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Scarlett Johansson, just to name a few. I couldn't believe that my world had somehow found a way to collide with theirs. Sebastian hugged me tighter before letting me know they were about to continue, which made me grin to myself.

“I'm going to take a seat somewhere in the crowd.” I winked when he pressed his lips to my hair. “See you there, Bucky.” I giggled.

“Who's Bucky?” Sebastian said with a slight smirk before I exited backstage and found my way to the front of the crowd. And without wiping the smile off my face, I started walking towards my seat.

✯

“Hey, you almost ready?” Marissa asked as she came over to my seat. We were currently in a hotel in New York City, and I had an upcoming show tonight, including the first appearance of me and Sebastian as a couple again. To say I was nervous would be a serious understatement.

“You've been quiet all day,” she giggled, taking a sip of her water. ”And that's so out of character for you.”

Marissa had been one of my dearest friends throughout my career, including Bella and Gigi Hadid, Barbara Palvin and a few others.

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded, looking at the clock, it was getting close to Sebastian's arrival time. The two of you would leave the hotel together and appear at Manhattan Center for the show.

“No problem.” I giggled and shook my head, and Marissa frowned and shook her head. She knew that if I just chose not to talk, she wouldn't bother me about anything. When we met four years ago, she had instantly figured out the paths I walked. And it was her ability to analyze everything and everyone around her so quickly that laid the foundation for our friendship. A friendship that has grown exponentially since the day we met. For which I was grateful, Marissa was one of those rare people who, unlike everyone else, could be a companion to me just by her silence.

I stood up from my seat as I walked over and grabbed my jacket. I was dressed in a black oversized leather jacket, a basic pair of Mom jeans and a black bustier. I was complete with a pair of black heels. My hair was pulled up in a sleek but messy bun, my makeup was natural but bold. When I arrived at the venue I knew the makeup artists would be with me.

The show was due to start at six tonight, three o'clock now, and we were all scheduled to be there promptly at four. I was right behind Marissa as she headed for the elevator, her heels clicking against the floor. I put my hands on top of hers and pressed the button for the first floor where the lobby was, trying to get used to the knot in my stomach at the idea of walking hand in hand with her.

I was still angry with Russell for putting me in this situation. He knew my backstory and Sebastian's, the turmoil it caused for both parties. He knew that and I couldn't accept that he had chosen to go against my wishes and move him forward.

When the elevator doors opened, I saw him.

My breath caught in my throat as he sat in one of the chairs in the lobby. He was wearing a charcoal-colored suit, his short hair disheveled yet combed, his face clean-shaven for the event. He was looking at his phone, jerking his thumbs on the screen.

Oh my God, Marissa murmured.

“Is that it,” I took a deep breath before I could say the words.

Time toplay my part!

“Sebastian,” I called, smiling slightly. He lifted his head, his blue eyes fixed on me. He realized that Marissa was standing there with her chin almost touching the floor. Sebastian quickly stood up and straightened his clothes before walking towards me. I bubbled behind my smile as he put one hand on my thigh and pressed his lips lightly against my cheek.

“Darling.” Then he smiled and held out his arm, letting me pierce my nerves.

His cologne passed through my airways and for a moment I almost hummed the fragrance but I remembered very quickly that he was evil.

He was the devil.

It was fiery.

It was intense.

Stop it, Nora!

Marissa's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked between us.

“Hollywood's hottest together again?” She gasped. I smiled and nodded, “We just needed time apart.”

Marissa beamed.

“I always knew you two would find yourselves back together, you're soul mates in every sense of the word.” She walked past me, winked at me and left the hotel. I didn't hesitate to lock eyes with Sebastian as he walked towards the outer door and the two of us walked out with our arms crossed. By then the paparazzi were already longing for the door. Flashes of light caught my attention.

Sebastian and I smiled for the cameras, I tried to put on my happy face, but there was a moment when I felt I might have frowned. “Are you two back together?!” A reporter asked hurriedly after both of us. The car waiting for us was right in front of us, and when the driver saw us, the back door opened.

“Sebastian Stan and Nora Walter are back together!” another was squeaking into the phone recording.

Yes, this was going to break the internet.

We both waited to settle inside the car. As soon as the door closed hard, I pulled my hand away from Sebastian's. I reached into my bag and pulled out the bottle of my hand sanitizer and squeezed a large amount onto my hands. This caused Sebastian to roll his eyes. “You're afraid of germs?” he scoffed.

“Says the one who begs for these hands to touch him everywhere.” Seb joked, looking out the tinted windows of the car.

Rolling my eyes, I crossed one leg over the other, keeping my distance from Sebastian.

“You better not fuck this shit up for me tonight, Sebastian.” I announced in a harsh tone that made Seb laugh.

“I hope you hang out at the podium. Sorry, put some effort into it and I won't get my wish. At least I want people to think that my girlfriend is really good at what she does.”

My eyes widened. “You're a selfish bitch!” I hissed, knowing full well that I put more effort and effort into this profession and training than anyone else.

“Then shut the fuck up and stop threatening me. It doesn't scare me.” He protested too easily, as if it were a trifle. “I swear, I will…” - “You'll kill me in my sleep. I've heard it so many times.”

My arms crossed over my chest as I blew the air between my lips. Twenty minutes later our car was pulling up at the scene, the press already gathered around.

“I hate my life.” I muttered under my breath as someone ran to the backseat to hold the door. Sebastian groaned, reaching out to take my hand, which made me squeal.

“Hey! Don't touch me!” I hissed as the doors opened, but instead of the dreaded scowl I quickly got the sweetest smile. Sebastian came out first, the press almost going crazy.

“Sebastian! Are you here for the fashion show? Does your romance have anything to do with his resumption with Nora Walter?” At that moment, I grabbed Sebastian's hand as he helped me to my feet, everyone went even crazier.

I smiled, and Sebastian planted a kiss on my cheek before the two of us entered the venue. The way he pressed his lips to my face almost made me scream, why was he putting so much effort into this! As soon as we were away from the buzzing paparazzi I pushed myself away from him.

“Stop doing that!” I hissed, wiping my face. “You're really going to wipe my makeup off.”

Sebastian laughed, shoved his hands in his pockets and walked in the other direction.

“Where the hell are you going?” I asked in confusion as Sebastian turned back to me to answer.

“To have a drink with Mackie and Evans so I don't have to talk to you. Shit.” With that, he gave me his thin middle finger and narrowed his eyes.

“But I thought you were supposed to be here?!” I growled. Sebastian's laughter scratched my ears, his back still turned to me as he walked away.

“Hopefully I'll be back in time to watch you fall flat on your face.” With that, he disappeared somewhere in the back and I just stood there, Marissa soon walked through the door.

“You little bitch, you didn't tell me you and that sexy ex of yours made it up!” He took my arm and turned me towards the pearl.

I went backstage with Marissa where everyone was, hoping no one would hear our fight.

I smiled as she nodded.

“He's cute, isn't he?” I grinned, rolling my eyes when she didn't look at me. I had a show to get ready for.

✯

25 July 2013

imsebastianstan: Who'd have thought I'd be flirting with my favorite model? You are more beautiful than the city behind you. I love you, beautiful. ❤️ @norawalter

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[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

More pages I have skimmed and tried to compress in a short amount of time. I really don't want to stay longer than I have to, but I think my findings are interesting enough to get your attention.

Transcript of the first and second page: This rock on the first page, does it remind you of the Rosetta stone? This is the Tabula Smaragolina. It's been found according to several myths by Abraham's wife, one dude out of the bible. It's written in Latin and has some hints or rather guides on how to create the Philosopher's Stone, gaining eternal life, healing every sickness, and so on. Some of the key points noted are: - as above, so below - the Sun ist the father, the Moon is the mother - all is being made from one substance - you shall segragate soil from fire - the wind borne you, the earth fed you It basically attempts to explain the macrocosmos as well as the microcosmos and claims everything is connected either way. it was recited especially in the Middle Ages and is used even today in pseudo-science and occultists and even the Lux Veritatis seem to have worked with it. It's written by Hermes Trismegistus, who is an author with a pen name and there's a whole belief made by his collective works someone titled "intermeticism". It's religious texts mixed with philosophical inputs.

Transcript of the third page: This is a paper with a collection of medieval torture methods painted on it. I might have brought the page with me, you know, a woman's gotta collect something before she dies. I made peace with the fact I don't know if I'll get out of here. Anyway. The most important thing here is that the Sanglyph is in the left upper corner with text I cannot read. Maybe it's a pre-Sanglyph or something, but it has these holes and shapes and symbols as the original.

Transcript of the fourth page: Here's a colection of symbols for elements. All of them are still considered elemts today and are in the periodic table. The symbols are more often related to plantes that to elements. I guess all elements needed by Eckhardt are being logged here. He managed to turn one into another, which today is 1) too expensive and 2) involves some atom-knowledge no normal person besides a physics expert know about. I kinda wish I could decipher all his motes, or the LV ones. So much knowledge lost in time and there's barely any I can carry with me or write down.

Transcript of the fifth and sixth page: Say hello to one of the numerous papers I have no idea of! I don't know what that is. Neither his nor the next pages make sense to me. I can only assume, so my tinfoil is as follows: this looks like a wheel of the year? Or some planetary sketch? Could aslo be some measurements taken of some star- or astronomy or astrology-related things. Really I wish I could understand this. The rest of the books contained a lot of writings propably in Angelic Alphabets, something beyond me, so I only included these pages.

I'll have a closer look at this place, I am hearing weird sounds..and I really don't want to go there. I am stalling and hoping to be left alone.

Transcript of the seventh and eighth page: So uhm...after a while I had to move on. I can't be stuck in this place forever. When I walked out I was greeted with a deadly room, I am not kidding you. I made a map to show you somehow where I am so you can dig up my corpse some time...So. At 1 there is a door with a lion, leading to my place. Bascially I stand here. At number 2 are statues of angels holding fire, at 3 are platforms I could jump on if I am insane and at 4 there are two bridges, probably one that fell apart like my current faith of getting through this in one piece. Oh and at the other side at 5 there is another door leading to this room- and perhaps also out.

Someone crossing my way would have to jump on these pillars, climb ladders, jump over giant pits filled with molten lava and somehow survive this while also pulling a lever, at least there is one I can actually see. The lava is far away from me but honestly I wouldn't want to test its temperature. There is literal fire on the ground, it's incredibly hot in here, and I won't and can't go in there. The only open path left is the fucking door at the other end of the room. Shit.

I made two charts with my idas on how to deal with my situation right now.

GO FURTHER:

maybe find out who the fuck went on a killing spree in Paris and Prague

confirm Lara Croft hasn't murdered her friend

see a nephilim/Eckhardt/ a Lux veritatis

GO BACK:

hope I can actually find the way back

all I've done and learned so far is not completed

Lara isn't redeemed

my ellbow that I somehow bruised and that is throbbing was for nothing

won't know if all I gathered is even real

no one will get to read this book yet I'm still alive...

Transcript of the nineth and tenth page: I have been listening to a man and a woman talking. I will try to slowly get down the slide here. not end up as barbecue, and see what's going on. There is a path ahead, and people. I think I am on the right way.

I made it! I made it and only hurt my knees and have run out of first aid supplies so I had to rip part of my jeans' seam and pat the wounds dry. I need a goddamn week of sleep. I picked up some of the talk in between the two though:

Woman: You stole their body parts. Man: As I will take yours! W: *unimpressed, shots fired, running* M: Only I can make the old race flurish again. W: I'll stop you then. M: I killed the last Lux Veritatis. I am immortal. W: *shows him something* Scary, huh? M: It's on me to bring hell onto earth, you mean nothing! W: It's gonna be a real pleasure to shut you up. gunfire

This has to be Lara Croft! I saw a glimpse of her face while hugging the wall. it's her!! This other guy she's talking to is on a platform upstairs. He has a belt(?) on his arm and I think I can see a chest place connected to one arm. This reminds me of this drawing on a man...it has to be Eckhardt!

Shit, I am hiding behind a pillar. There's screams and rumbling and noise everywhere. I'll just listen and once everything goes silent, I'll have a peak. I wish I could be of use, but there is nothing I can do, is there?

Holy shit. He is real. He really exists!

[youngbloodbuzz]

bestie what did you think of ✨the record✨

i had to listen to it a few more times to answer this cause I like. i did not know where to start.

as a whole it's like the perfect length at 40 minutes and so easy to listen to their harmonies are incredible and I love the way they all shared lead vocals on various songs.

so many tracks were instant obsessed i need to listen to them on repeat favourites like true blue, not strong enough, satanist, and anti-curse, and overall I Love the album it's a strong outing but I will admit there's like two tracks that will take a while to grow on me

the self titled EP was always gonna be super hard to live up to cause it was just so unexpectedly perfect and i'd say like 90% of the album lives up to the hype/expectations

some moments i Love from the album in order of songs

a gorgeous acapella opening track that brings ketchum, id full circle imo. the lofi elements and harmonies are beautiful

the build up in $20 and phoebe bringing back the screaming in the harmonized outro. the one song I knew would catch my bff's attention as a boygenius intro song cause they love punk rock. i LOVE the layering of vocals in the outro

"I'm 27 and I don't know who I am" oh worm??? the harmonies on that line too CHEF kiss. emily girl whoever you are I hope your socials are all on private for the foreseeable future lmao

"You say you're a winter bitch, but summer's in your blood/You can't help but become the sun" hello??? oh my god. the outro in this song too is just...oh my god it makes me feel some kinda way, I've keeled over in awe and disbelief like every time. "it feels good to be known so well" jesus christ

cool about it will take some time to grow on me I think but god those lyrics are so brutal

the guitar work is so fuckin good the music video is SO good I feel like going on a road trip with the windows down with this blasting, but then you listen to the lyrics and it's so brutal like who HASN'T felt strong enough. "always an angel, never a god" just fuck me up

a gorgeous outro. i think this one will take a few more listens to grow on me too but that outro "I used to think/If I just closed my eye/I'd disappear" ahaha ow

this is such a funny and cute story song about being so invested in a song while driving that lucy missed a turn and julien and pheobe were like yea that fucked but you should probably turn the car around dskghasdf. "And I am not an old man having an existential crisis/At a Buddhist monastery writing horny poetry/But I agree" unnecessarily SO funny omg

another perfect punk rock song, the guitar riff in the chorus, the screaming vocals in the background that reminds me of aphex twin's come to daddy, the false ending, the change of tempo from fast in your face pace to a dreamy atmospheric landscape chef kiss

this is such a beautiful and bittersweet song to write about your friends, it's so painfully honest and hopeful. "You could absolutely break my heart/That's how I know that we're in love" how could they do this to me. that bit about the hummingbirds too what a beautiful sentiment

this song is SO julien behaviour. it's both so scary and so powerful and honest just like everything else julien writes about her mental health experiences and the production is so good. "I'm swimmin' back" being belted so powerfully and feeling like a direct callback "I wanted to stay" from claws in your back struck me so hard. "See, you don't havе to make it bad/Just 'cause you know how" lol ow

the only song on the album to make me fucking Cry and it's because of the last verse being a direct mirror to the last verse in me & my dog. with me & my dog still feeling like the mourning of a relationship and acknowledging how unhealthy it was, this one finally feels like anger and acceptance and finally recognizing that happiness and relief will eventually come to you and oh my god laying over the sound of the crowds cheers from their performance of me & my dog at the brooklyn steel concert was incredible and perfect

so overall, a fantastic album with only a small handful of songs that will eventually grow on me, I can't fucking wait to see them in june I cannot believe I got tickets to see them what a dream come true

[andaniellight]

you're one of the most memorable authors that i liked back in my jujutsu kaisen phase and knowing you're currently into one piece now as a multishipper and i'm actually this 👌🏻 close to have a ship in one piece as well (possibly zolu or zosan tbh) thanks to you, do you ship anyone with anyone else in one piece? if there aren't, can i know your headcanons towards the one piece ships that you ship?

HI ! HELLO ! ! !

Oh, shit, "one of the most memorable authors"? Where did that come from! Genuinely, what a title. Either way, I'm honored tho, thank you so much :D Forever grateful that people letting me know they liked my stuff, so I hope you enjoyed your stay in this shit show of mine (assuming you must've been following me since, what, 1 year ago? 2 years ago?) !!! I truly thank you for giving all of my stories a chance back in JJK phase <3 and sorry if they ever broke your heart......

Now, for other ships in One Piece beside ZoLu and ZoSan (and please keep in mind that that means I also ship ZoLuSan ok HAHAH), I'll have to warn you first that this answer will wander every where since my thoughts are all over the place.

I really like Frobin's dynamics (Franky & Robin). I love them as much as I love Nami and Vivi's dynamics. Thanks to that particular scene where Robin turned into a literal angel growing a pair of wings to save Franky from falling, I guess? Also realized that Frobin is basically a ship of 'a character who has/grew up with siblings x a character who's an only child' something something. And, I know, as I write this down, a lot of people would think that 'oh what a cheap reason to ship characters like that', but I do have the tendencies of shipping characters in critical moments (?)

Or, if I'm allowed to summarize it, my One Piece ships are basically a bunch of "a character with a very specific and precise personal dream to achieve that they don't really think it might effect the others so greatly so long they get to experience a life of their own and feel truly alive" x "a character whose dream is to 'serve' other people because they know they're capable and are willing to go the extra miles to prove that it is such the greatest ability to have"

That's how I started shipping ZoLu in the first place anyway; in a huge critical moment that had a lifechanging impact. Luffy shielding Zoro from bullets on a whim on their first meeting with 0 hesitation not only because he could do it without dying but also he knew Zoro would suffer further in the most unfair way (because bullets hurt normal human, okay? AND ZORO WAS TIED DEFENSELESS) WHICH THEN turns into Zoro repaying that to Luffy right away but still he stayed by his side, even decided to devote his life for this silly lil guy who just saved him despite knowing Luffy must be a much stronger person than him because of the devil fruit he ate the sheer willpower Luffy has and has shown whenever he announces about this dream to be the king of the pirates (an even more insane dream than Zoro's, and Zoro understood this as well).

The same thing for Nami and Vivi. The build up of their bond in Alabasta was just [chef kiss] MWAH. Postponing each other's priorities to prioritizes the other's needs instead. Nami understood what a grave dread Vivi was feeling for her oppressed country she'd rather die than letting her to feel that even longer, shared sentiments and whatnot, but Vivi feared for Nami's life in the brink of death because of a deadly illness and it's louder and fiercer than anyone could expect. Their backstory are so similar in a way but they did what they had to because of different reasons entirely. This kind of mindset I believe was an offspring or some sort from how they grew up where they had to "betray" their loved ones, by abandoning them temporarily, for the sake of their loved ones' safety.

And for Frobin... Robin used to disregard her life so easily because she has no one else left that she cared about, but now, she has a dream to find the Rio Poneglyph which tells the True History of the One Piece world including the Void Century, continuing the research of her mother Nico Olvia and her old mentor Clover. While Franky on the other hand has a dream to build a ship to go on countless adventures and see that ship reach "Laugh Tale", and this dream of his was based on the discipline of kindness he's built along the people he cared about and still continues to care about despite the distance and everything.

Anyways. Those are pretty much a handful of ships that I ship aside from ZoLu that have, at least, "patterns", and a couple of layers of why-s they're interesting to ship, to me. Unlike ZoSan, which, I basically ship solely based on horny reasons-