#jane austen mug

[katherine-ophelia]

With my nose buried in my copy of Pride and Prejudice, the rain thumping against the window nearest me, soft melodies of background music, a warm blanket and comfortable clothes, how could I ever ask for more?

[celeluwhenfics]

I don't talk much about Austen on here, although I'm an equally big fan of her work as of Tolkien's. I thought I should show you my writing mug...

Pretty ladies out for a walk with ironic quotes from the novels! Isn't that lovely? But pour some tea in...

Their coats disappear to show dazzling ball gowns! 🤩

I will be talking more about Jane in the next few weeks, first because digging deep in her work for the pHORSEuasion chapters I'm working on (and for all of them actually), but also because I will be attending the Austen festival in Bath next month!!!

(Excited Lizzie noises)

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The New S2 Poster Details

Terry's hat and scarf ❤ With an ook pin! ���

Crowley's old glasses on the statue. The statue itself is the Marly Horses by Guillaume Coustou the Elder.

Aziraphale's bow tie on the floor 👀

The cardboard box - long ago Neil shared on his instagram: Game on! There are mysteries, histories, secrets revealed and Something Too Terrible To Be Revealed on the way. Also a cardboard box.

Three feathers. One white, one blac and one white with a bluish/grey tinge (if it's not a shaddow)?

The angel mug is back 🥰

'The Resurrectionist' matches with skull and crossbones. In the previous poster there was a The Resurrectionist leaflet.

Again the Eccles cakes (already were in the previous poster)

Feather duster with dark gray/black feathers

On this shelf there books also in the previous poster, but at different place 🤔: The Crow Road, Catch-22.

And: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, from wikj: mystery novel by nritish writer Mark Haddon. Its title refers to an observation by the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes in the 1892 short story The Adventure of Silver Blaze

And: No Woman No Cry: My Life with Bob Marley by Rita Marley a memoir of Bob Marley by wife, Rita.

Also heard the people say that the right one of the Catch-22 they see Gabriel García Márquez on the spine (I can't read it :)).

Lord Jim and Treasure Island have also been identified in the previous poster but now are in a different place 🤔👀.

Three books by Jane Austen: Persuasion, Pride and Prejudice and Emma. We have already seen Pride and Prejudice in the previous poster but it was a different edition so Aziraphale has more than one :).

Candy?

Again geckos! :) 🦎 (there were three in the previous poster)

The Buddy Holly Everyday was also in a different place in the previous poster. And there is a note on it

The Ressurectionist, 66. Goat Gate, Edinburgh 👀.

[lesbojournals]

🍳: poly!maraduers on a lazy Saturday, cuddling up in bed, and just small talking and LOTS of kisses just make my heart sob 🥹

Poly!Marauders x Reader (who's having a lazy Saturday)

a/n: eee this ask was so cute i hope you enjoy!

You woke with a smile already on your face. It was Saturday–finally, your day of the week with your boys arrived. Between the four of you, your schedules were kind of hectic, and it was on Saturdays that you all had off from life and work and anything else. 

It was perfect. 

You hummed as you opened your eyes to notice you were the first awake (to your surprise). The bed was tangled with legs and arms all over, the way the four of you cuddled wasn’t the most conventional. 

Taking your time (as to not wake any of the boys), you slowly removed yourself from the beast that was cuddling. You tiptoed out of the room and to the kitchen, where you decided to surprise your boys with some tea. You knew Remus liked it a particular way, so you were especially attentive to his cup, while James and Sirius were far less picky. You assigned each boy their own mug ages ago, so you used their respective mugs (a quidditch one for James, an ACDC one for Sirius, and a Jane Austen one for Remus) and your own mug, which had your favorite movie character on it.

You aligned them on a tray and could hear light chatter coming from the bedroom, so you walked as fast as you could with four boiling hot cups of tea to the bedroom.

“Ah, sunshine!” James spoke with a raspiness in his voice, one of your favorite things about him in the morning.

Remus perked up from where he was laying in Sirius’ chest. “Is that for us?”

“No, Rem,” Sirius answered for you. “All four cups are for her.”

You snickered as you put the mugs down on their bedside tables–Remus and Sirius’ on one, and James and your’s on the other bedside table.

James grabbed your waist the second the final mug hit its coaster and you let out a yelp.

“C’mere.” He whispered into your side, and you let him drag you back onto the bed. 

You sat up straight while he situated himself in between your legs, letting his head fall back onto your stomach. 

He smiled up at you. “Hi, beautiful.”

You gently caressed his cheek. “Someone’s awful mushy this morning.”

Remus had sat up and started sipping on his tea. He seemed content. “Haven’t you noticed Jamie’s a big ball of love every Saturday?”

You just smiled bigger as you looked from boy to boy. You looked down at James again, who had his eyes closed as you played with his hair. You looked back at Sirius, who was gazing at James with complete adoration in his eyes. 

He looked at you when you spoke. “You boys want to do anything today? Go anywhere?”

Sirius scrunched his eyebrows. “Absolutely not! I forbid any of you from leaving this bed, in fact, we’re staying right here with our tea and our mushiness forever.”

You giggled at that, and James let out a huff of laughter. Remus smiled between the three of you, and took another sip of his tea. 

“How can you drink that, Rem? It just came out of the kettle a few minutes ago. You’ve only just let it steep.” You spoke up.

Remus shrugged. “I like hot tea.”

“‘Cause you’re a hottie.” James mumbled, clearly on the brink of sleep.

Sirius groaned at the pun while you and Remus let out little bits of laughter. He put his tea down and crawled over Sirius to get to you, latching onto your leg. 

“Well now I’m left out, scooch Jamie.” Sirius muttered. 

Before you knew it all of your boys had their place in the bed, somehow with you in the middle of all of it. Sirius had picked up your kindle from the bedside table (he knew you’d likely stay awake while they napped) and you read peacefully while the boys cuddled you from every angle. 

Saturdays were your favorite.

[thegaysinmyhead]

DC X DP IDEA(?)

Guys why is literally no one jumping on a VERY OBVIOUS trope for ghosts??

FUSION?? LIKE STEVEN UNIVERSE STYLE??

Just–hear me out hear me out!

Ghost forms are just extensions of their core, so it makes sense they can be changed right?? Gems physical bodies are just extensions and projections of their gem!!

SO, if going by a lot of phanon core logic, it would make sense if ghosts can have conversations to like fuse or something. Probably to use in battle mostly (ghosts are obviously territorial) but can also be used for love or to protect a weaker/damaged core! JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!!

Danny being able to fuse literally Steven universe style w his friends because he's a halfa, Danny being able to fuse with Jason because he has a connection because of the pits (Halfa or Revenant Jason Todd), Danny fusing with LITERAL BATMAN as he's the ghost king!!

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THAT WOULD BE???

Jason in the middle of getting sacrificed: :|

Danny, the one being summoned and seeing a poor baby ghost/potential boyfriend material and snatching him to protect him: :)

Bruce:

Tim:

Dick:

Barbara:

Steph:

Cass:

Jason: ¯\(°_o)/¯

Danny: Mine now :)

*he says as their body erupts into flames and they become the most bad ass looking ghost that kicks the cultists asses; Before they started lounging around and reading Jane Austen* (floating laying down is apparently more comfortable than just laying down on something solid, so its nice to float and read)

ORRRR

Justice League facing off an impossibly strong enemy that they have no choice but to look into outside sources to help defeat him (Trigon, Darkseid, something else that probably show up like 4 times a week lmao). Eventually, JLD get wind of a new ghost king who's supposedly kind and benevolent, which is races better than his old counterpart.

With the entire League's permission, begrudgingly Batman's, they summon the Ghost King as a last option and are ready to sacrifice anything for his help (within reason). Imagine their surprise when Danny Fenton, aged somewhere between 16 to 21, pops up in the portal looking frazzled and like he was woken up from a nap. Not even in his ghost form, just blinking owlishly at the League members while gaping like a fish.

"Holy shit—the Justice League?! I'm being summoned by the Justice League?! Ohmygod Tucker is gonna freak"

Constantine butts in looking nervous as hell and sweating buckets, "Your Majesty—"

"Just Danny's fine, I can't believe I'm being summoned by THE Justice League!"

"...Danny. We could really use some of your help, mate. See, we got ourselves an issue we can't really fix ourselves–"

"I'll do it. I'm not even joking, you guys don't even have to ask me twice,"

Everyone in the League (besides Batman) was watching with bated breath at the exchange. The confusion as a random teenager showed up was quickly washed away with how formally he was addressed, but it spiked back up when 'Danny' seemed to...hero worship them?

"—But!"

Ah, there it was. Can never do trades in the occult for free.

"I would really do it for free if I could man, honest! Just...I need to make a teensy weensy deal to be let out of the circle? You guys don't even have to let me do it on my own if you're worried I'll go rogue! You can tie me into a deal about one of you 'using my power' in exchange for like, a cup of coffee or something,"

Now everyone (except Batman, though he seemed to have a clenched jaw) was opening gaping as the omnipotent described being. Being offered something to great...in exchange for a mug of bean water? There had to be a catch, some sort of trickery, but Diana and many others could sense no ill intent on the young king. Constantine had even let up on the nerves as the being continued to speak, relief seeming to crash through his entire body when he realized none of them would have to give up their soul or something. Batman was the first to speak up.

"And if you were...to offer your power to one of us, what would that entail for the mortal or semi-mortal user?"

The king hummed and tapped his chin in thought, "Well, they'd probably be fine. Most of my power would be filtered through myself, so whoever is wielding it wouldn't go mad or suddenly overwhelmed with it. It'd be like turning on the tap while the well is underground, or something close,"

Batman nodded before Danny continued to speak.

"—But, obviously, I reserve the right to take away my power at any point if I see it needed. I would not be mind controlled, nor would I be drained, I would be an observer in the back of whoever decides to be at the other end of the contract until it's fulfilled,"

Constantine stepped forward once again, cigarette all but ash between his lips now, "Contract, right, mate. So uh, one of our sorry blokes gets access to your unfathomable power for the time it takes to beat whatever the hell it is out there. And in exchange, you get a cuppa? Maybe some biscuits and other treats with it to sweeten the deal?"

Danny smiled brightly at the ruffled looking blond and nodded, "Sounds good to me!"

All at once, the room dropped in temperature as the summoning circle around Danny became encased in ice. The ice shimmered an otherworldly dark blue, almost black, and stretched until it reached the feet of the young king. A spark lighted ontop of Danny's head before exploding into a flame, a crown taking shape through the smoke of the fire to sit upon the teenagers head. There was a flash of blue as a ring materialized on the teen's finger, as well as a cape seeming to sew itself from nothing to sit upon his shoulders. Danny looked sheepish as much as he looked serious, his eyes now emanating a neon green with hints of red in his pupil.

"This is kind of the awkward part, whoever what's to use my power will have to form the contract. I don't really feel comfortable with a super or meta using it, with how powerful I am it might cause more damage than repair it, so preferably a human or mostly human host?"

Danny looked so incredibly shy all of a sudden as he rubbed the back of his neck in an incredibly human gesture. The word's were out of Batman's mouth before he even realized he was speaking then.

"I'll do it," The Bat walked forward to stand beside Cobstantine. Constantine pinched his eyebrows together before letting out a nervous chuckle. Danny just seemed to light up.

"Ohmygosh I'm going to be core merging with Batman," the young king seemed to be doing another small fan-boy freakout before coughing and collecting himself.

"Right, right. Contract to do now, tell my Fraid about this later," Danny lifted up a flaming hand towards the edge of the summoning circle, motioning gently to the Bat.

"Heads up, this is going to feel really weird. Just keep holding onto me after the contract sets, and then make sure to get everyone away as fast as possible. You will grow, it's not gonna be very nice if other people are around because you'll squish them,"

The other League members around nodded mutely, eyes staring at Batman as they prayed and wished for his safety. Batman just gruffed and slowly placed his own hand into the awaiting palm. It didn't burn as he thought it would. In fact, it felt quite cold. Like the feeling of putting your bare hand into a pike of snow just to know how it felt. Batman forced himself not to shiver as he felt the contract form through the handshake. The young king sent him a reassuring smile before he seemingly vanished.

No, not vanished. There was a bright light in Bruce's gloves hand that shook with power. The light—sphere, orb?—sunk into his palm, and this time Bruce did shiver. It felt like the biting winds of a blizzard as it crept up his arm to settle in between his ribs. There was a ringing in his ears blocking out the noise around him, but he could faintly make out images of the League rushing away from him and giving a very large berth.

There was a building in his chest, and he felt it pulse like a second heartbeat. Bruce pulled his hands to his sternum and clawed uselessly as the hevlar, the freezing cold threatening to consume him whole inside and out. His chest pulsed, and he fell to the ground in a heap. Bruce heard some of the members try to rush to him, but the JLD held them baback. There was a cracking like ice pulling away from itself, like glaciers splitting, and all of a sudden Bruce felt power rush through his veins.

It should have been overwhelming, it should have terrified him into immeditely creating contingencies, it should have drove him mad with power, but it didn't. Bruce didn't realize his form had grew until he opened his eyes (when did he close them) and blinked down at the members of the League. They were so...small compared to him now. Bruce felt more than he saw the flames dance from his collarbone, and they flickered up high around his thankfully still cowled face. Though, it seemed his face was the cowl right now.

Bruce turned to the being they were fighting (and losing to) moments ago, and smirked. He felt the spike of fear, and he suddenly knew that this thing didn't stand a chance.

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GUYS I KNOW BRUCE WOULD NEVER AGREE TO POWERS LMAO LET ME DREAM THO I THINK HE WOULD LOOK COOL ASF AS A GHOST!!

[crowleys-hips]

Good Omens Themed Asks🐍 🍎

so last night i was trying to distract myself from The Horrors, so i thought about ducks and started wondering if they like strawberries and if so, can they eat chocolate covered strawberries? (looked it up. no they can't) and i thought how sad, but can they see the stars? (they CAN. they've got great eye sight. i went into a rabbit hole about it) so one thing led to another and i ended up making a Good Omens themed ask game 🦆 go nuts

bookshop - what's your happy/safe place? (physical or intangible)

hot chocolate - what's your comfort drink/food?

rain - have you ever been in love?

Queen - top 5 favorite bands/artists

record - a song that's very significant to you? what does it mean to you?

the Ritz - describe your ideal date

ducks - are you good with animals? could you lead a revolution with them?

sushi - have you ever eaten something illegal? by accident or otherwise

apple - what's your guilty pleasure?

Talisker - what do you do when you're sad?

ox rib - if you were some type of food, what kind of food would you be?

Châteauneuf-du-Pape - tell us about a funny/goofy time with someone

Bentley - what's your most prized possession?

french - do you and your loved ones ever get lost in translation?

plants - how do you deal with your frustrations?

laudanum - what's the craziest thing you've ever done?

prophecy - do you believe in fate?

holy water - have you ever had to do something extreme to protect yourself?

magic - what's something you suck at but absolutely love doing?

nebula - something you've done that you're really proud of?

polaroid - what's a bittersweet memory?

zombies - what are you most afraid of?

hell - what are some of your inner demons?

heaven - what has been the greatest loss of your life?

goats - if goats could speak, do you think they should be able to vote? why or why not? explain.

pot - a favorite childhood memory?

angel cake - are you a sweet tooth?

bathtub - if you could get away with murder only once, would you use that chance to take out someone? who?

falafel - what's a thought you can't ever seem to outrun

whales - what do you consider is your greatest accomplishment so far?

Jane Austen - what's your favorite book you've read recently?

fly - tell us a secret. shh it's okay we won't tell anyone (except all of tumblr)

vavoom - have you ever clicked with someone immediately? or are you more of a slow burn type? (platonic or romantic or anything)

turtleneck - show us (or draw) your hottest outfit

Alpha Centauri - where do you run off to when it feels like the end of the world?

South Downs Cottage - what is your ideal happy ending?

ball - what's something that's great in fantasy but disappointing in reality?

coffee - describe what you would do if you were in a coffee shop au with your crush and there was an apocalypse out there and all you had to defend yourself is whatever is at hand in the coffee shop (mugs, coffee machine, plates, cash register, desserts, chairs, tables, napkins, etc). the enemies are floating heads who want to kidnap your crush. go

Final Fifteen - greatest heartbreak of your life?

nightingales - what makes it all worth it for you?

tartan socks - hot or not?

[makethatelevenrings]

Sweet Surrender // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mention of razors used for shaving and shaving only!!!! but still be safe out there bbies. i love u!!!!

Summary: A soft morning with Jason brings confessions to light.

A/N: in honor of Jane Austen’s birthday being yesterday. thanks for making the OG enemies to lovers, queen.

Instead of your usual morning wakeup that was your neighbor screeching down the hall and her little demons banging on all of the doors, you came back to the land of the living gently, as though you were being carried down a stream. The lights were still off in the bedroom, but you cracked your eyes open and spied a sliver of golden warmth oozing out from under the bathroom door.

The faucet shut off and he tapped his toothbrush twice on the counter before it clanged against the side of the chipped mug he kept it in. Yours stood proudly beside it, bristles still damp from when you used it last night.

A chill bit at your nose and while you wanted to stay in his warm bed, pressed between the thick duvet and the flannel sheets he loved so dearly, you knew you needed to get up and start your day. His shirt hung across your frame and draped along your skin, leaving your lower legs exposed to the chilly winter air. You stumbled across the floor and knocked twice on the bathroom door.

Jason cracked the door open slightly and raised an eyebrow in a silent question. You grinned up at him and nudged your foot against the wooden door and he relented easily.

“Good morning,” you greeted.

“Morning,” His minty breath washed over your cheek as he brushed a kiss to your temple and pulled you into his side. Jason was a space heater thanks to the fact that he was a tank built purely of muscle. You nuzzled your face against his bare chest and pressed a kiss to a scar on his pec, just a few inches to the right of his heart. One of his large hands came up to cradle the back of your head and he lowered his chin to rest against your forehead. You snickered and he pulled back, eyeing you in confusion.

“Tickles,” you explained, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. A five o’clock shadow lined his jaw, making his kisses prickly and rough. A small smile flickered across his lips and he sighed.

“I was gonna shave before I was rudely interrupted,” he explained. You shook your head and turned around so you were facing the sink.

“Let me brush my hair and my teeth and then you can shave, okay?”

If it was anyone else in the world disrupting his routine, he would probably shove them out of the way and tell them to get lost. But he didn’t mind when it was you because you were practically a part of his routine already. He found himself missing you when you stayed at your own place. Sure, he would swing by to make sure you were okay, but not having you pressed against him always left him feeling empty.

Jason couldn’t tell you when it changed. The thing between the two of you had started as just a messy, friends with benefits thing. But then booty calls became late night visits to overnight stays to brunch in the morning and dates and then he was calling you his partner and now his chest felt tight when he wasn’t near you.

As you brushed your teeth, he stood behind you and peppered kisses along your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at his gentle affection and washed your mouth out before placing your toothbrush next to his. You turned to face him and hopped up on the counter, grinning at him.

“I want to watch you,” you admitted shyly. His handsome features softened and he settled his hands on your waist. He ducked his head down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Alright, sweets,” he murmured once he pulled back. “Can you hand me the cream?”

Jason splashed some water on his face, carefully maneuvering around you, and then added some shaving cream to cover his jaw. He paused and then held out his hands to you. You quickly caught onto his meaning and scooped the cream out of his palm so you could rub it onto his skin. He watched the way your brow furrowed and lips puckered in concentration. You made sure every part of his jaw was covered before you sat back with a proud smile.

Jason guided your hands under the faucet and then dried them with a hand towel that he then tossed onto his shoulder. He flipped open his straight razor and slid it along his jaw, leaving a clean patch of smooth skin behind. You watched in silent wonder at how he made such a simple task look so…hot.

He was competent in so many different things, but it still surprised you to see the steady, smooth way he moved in life. Jason was a larger than life figure, literally, but he still moved as though you were glass that he could break. You knew he used knives on the daily, but it was fascinating watching him actually work with a blade.

“Do you want to try?” His question broke you out of your reverie and you shrugged. Jason passed you the handle of the razor and he turned his cheek to the side, giving you enough untouched space to practice.

Your hands shook slightly but you steadied them as you began to raise the blade towards his cheek. His teal eyes watched you carefully, warmly, gently. For the Red Hood, a blade close to his neck meant an enemy was too close.

For Jason, it was placing his entire trust into you.

The blade moved over his skin, leaving a small patch of shaving cream behind, but you successfully left smooth skin behind with no nicks. You let out the breath you were holding and then immediately handed the razor back to him.

“I’d rather watch,” you admitted. He chuckled and finished quickly before wiping off the remainder of the cream with the towel on his shoulder. After patting on some aftershave, the tangy scent reminding you of all the mornings you kissed him under his jaw while the two of you cooked breakfast, Jason stopped you from hopping off the counter by grasping your hips.

He studied you with that analytical gaze of his, every bit of a detective as his father and siblings. You blinked up at him, knowing that the gears were turning in his head.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Just this old Jane Austen quote. It’s stupid.” He started to step back but you grabbed his hand and pulled him close again. You twined your arms around his neck and let out a pleased hum.

“Not stupid to me. C’mon, it’s okay.”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” he whispered, his eyes falling shut at the admission. He waited for the rejection. The anger. He stepped back from you, giving you space to leave, but he didn’t hear you slip out the door and walk out of his life forever.

Instead, your soft hand landed on his chest, right on top of his heart, and you gave him the sweetest gift a man could ever receive.

“The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.”

In the tiny cramped bathroom of his Bowery apartment, bathed in the warm light of the two fading light bulbs above the cracked mirror and sagging sink, a man who knew death all too well learned of sweet surrender and release in being in your arms.

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[aburningconstellation]

things that i think thrawn + the ascendancy gang would love (part 2)

thrawn: earning as many doctorate & masters degrees as possible (he loves being able to say that he’s a master at everything from art history to underwater basket weaving - & he has the diplomas to prove it)

eli: the dying crafts list + being the one person preventing so many crafts from not being practiced anymore (he tries to teach them to the sky-walker girls with varying degrees of success)

ar’alani: women’s sports in general, but also really niche sports (you know she was playing pickleball way before everyone else, but now that it’s kind of popular she’s moving on to like roller derby or something)

wutroow: the duolingo owl - not the app, the owl specifically (even though she speaks like 5 languages already & will 10000% learn another just so she can gossip without other people being able to eavesdrop). also chappell roan.

che’ri: spontaneously chopping off all your hair in the bathroom at 2am (&& probably giving yourself bangs too for good measure)

samakro: renaissance festivals (you know he’s got a giant turkey leg in one hand, a mug of ale in the other + is booking it to axe throwing)

thalias: modern adaptations of jane austen novels (no one appreciates yearning like she does)

faro: driving late at night with your windows down & a killer playlist blaring (bonus points if it like just rained & you can smell it in the air)

ba’kif: sam reich on game changer (he wants his cedf officers to experience just a fraction of the stress they put him under so badly)

thrass: the headspace meditation app (also under so much stress, but handling it in a very different way)

thurfian + zistalmu: the reesa teesa ‘who tf did i marry’ tiktok series (this much hot goss? for free?! they’re sat)

[literatureaf]

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[rainintheevening]

🍁🍁Comfy-vember🍁🍁

Day 1: New Day

Grant Ward & Phil Coulson, Agents of SHIELD, AU

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"Old habits die hard."

Grant smiled involuntarily, inhaling the steam rising off his coffee. "Speak for yourself." He glanced up, watching Coulson select a mug bearing the red and blue Captain America shield and pour his own drink, add the one sugar, the dash of milk.

Routine, comforting.

I missed you, burned on the tip of his tongue, but he'd already said it enough.

He had woken at take-off, and Agent May had already come and gone with her morning beverage, apparently preferring the solace of the cockpit, even with the Bus on autopilot.

"What are you reading?" Coulson sat next to him at the galley bar, glanced over.

Grant flipped the front half of the book up so he could see the cover. David Grossman's On Combat. "Re-read. Think I'll make it Skye's first required read."

Coulson's eyes flicked up to hold Grant's, a probing look, before a smile flickered across his face. "Good idea. Maybe balance it with Jane Austen though?"

Grant snorted a laugh. "There's a reason I hated English, you know."

"Really?" A raised eyebrow. "And here I thought you liked reading."

"Come on. I only survived senior year Shakespeare because we got to put on our own version of Julius Cesar, and I got to be stabbed."

"You were good at that." Coulson blew on his coffee, smiling a little, gaze unfocused as if remembering.

A sudden ache in his throat, and Grant had to look away, down at the page he could no longer read. Sure, it had been almost a week since the man he called "Dad" had returned from the dead. But it had been an incredibly hectic week, with Rising Tide hackers and exploding people, and even now they were bound for Costa Rica to assess a good old 0-8-4. This was the first time they'd had a morning like this, slow and easy, coffee and a book and quiet banter.

He wished it could last forever, the way it had seemed to when he was 17, and the summer sun was barely up, and he was raring to be off to his job at Bell's Hardware. But he wasn't 17 anymore, and this wasn't Klamath Falls, and much as he loved his job he never knew what might happen in a day.

"Do you think Skye's settling in alright?"

He blinked back his surge of emotion, focused on Coulson's question.

Skye. Right. "I think so." She could be annoying and juvenile, but Grant had started to respect her smarts, and she could be funny too. "She has no idea how to cook though," he added. "Other than boxed mac and cheese, and microwave meals."

"You can teach her."

The confidence in Coulson's voice warmed Grant as much as his first sip of coffee.

He'd had some good teachers—Coulson, of course; Agent Huff in his first year at the Academy; and his own SO, John Garrett. But he'd never been in the position of passing on that knowledge to someone else. What if he got it wrong? What if he got her killed?

That thought had him swallowing harder than necessary. "You sure, Dad?" It came out quieter than he liked.

"Of course." A hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezed gently. "I wouldn't give you the job if I didn't think you could do it." An old familiar phrase, and Grant couldn't answer, merely nodding his head a few times.

He would never be able to express his gratitude for having his dad back, never.

"Alright, son?"

Grant cleared his throat, turned his head away to knuckle some moisture from his eyes. "Yeah," he muttered. He glanced at Coulson, summoning a little grin. "You're on breakfast duty, you know. When was the last time you made French toast? Or do I need to teach you that?"

A snort of laughter, before Coulson cuffed him gently on the head. "Young punk," he muttered.

The smell of cooking pulled the others from their bunks, and Coulson quickly found himself swamped in the tiny galley.

Grant found himself laughing at the near-chaos, and met Coulson's gaze with a little salute of his mug across the room, before he polished off the last mouthful of coffee.

Sure it was a different morning than the ones they'd once had. But that didn't mean it couldn't be good.

[rcreveal]

Rainy Day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56711314

Summary:

This bit of Ineffable Husband fluff was inspired by MetalMiez's "Accidental Sleepover" https://archiveofourown.org/works/56628781

with the lovely idea of Aziraphale as a cozy warm sunny rock perfect for a serpent formed someone.

Work Text:

Sheets of rain blurred the image of Whickber street through the windows of Aziraphale's shop. These sorts of afternoons were wonderful since they tended to make most foot traffic turn into Nina's coffee shop or really any of the cozy restaurants in the neighborhood. Aziraphale was settling down on the couch with a huge mug of tea and a favorite Jane Austen book when the doorbell jangled as it opened with an unwelcome gust of chill wind and the very welcome sight of Crowley with treats.

“Got ‘em!” Crowley held up a pastel cord wrapped box triumphantly.

“Oh you shouldn't have!” exclaimed Aziraphale, eyes twinkling, as he eagerly took the box from Crowley, brushing his fingers.

“Dear boy, did you get chilled?” Aziraphale paused in opening the much coveted box of pastries.

“‘S nothing,” deflected Crowley, “Go on,” he sat on the other end of the couch eagerly watching Aziraphale take up a brightly colored macaron. Watching the angel enjoy something delicious was still one of his favorite things. Crowley could ignore getting a little cold for that.

Then Aziraphale paused, looking away from the rosy orange disks sandwiched around who knew what delicious interior, “You're all wet, didn't you take the Bentley?” Aziraphale asked.

“Couldn't find parking,” Crowley grumbled, following the orbit of the pastry towards the angel's lips, anticipating his exclamations of delight.

Now, worse than pausing, the angel was putting the box on the table. Crowley, no longer moving, was getting colder and colder.

Aziraphale looked at him in amazement. “ You couldn't find parking…”

“Yeah, it's apparently a really, really popular place!” Crowley was feeling strangely muzzy, that must be why he said out loud, “Miracles didn't even work…had to wait in line…”

Looking dumbstruck, Aziraphale closed the distance between them on the couch. Touching Crowley’s cold cheek and noting how chill Crowley's lean leg was against his, the angel exclaimed,

“Dear, you're freezing ! Let's get you into a nice warm bath!”

With Aziraphale's hands on his cheeks, Crowley sighed as he leaned into the heat, then he mumbled plaintively, “Don' wanna bath. Wanna watch you eat!”

Sluggish thoughts spinning slowly, Crowley managed to think, Aziraphale radiated coziness, like a perfect rock that sat all day in the sun. Crowley wanted nothing more than to watch him eat and…

Pop

A little muffled implosion found Aziraphale looking down at coils and coils of cold gleaming black snake spilling over his hands.

“Oh my dear boy,” crooned Aziraphale, lovingly gathering up Crowley into a tidier knot. The angel scooched back to his side of the couch, tucking Crowley into the front of his shirt while supporting the chilled snake over his heart.

Aziraphale murmured, "As you wish,” biting into a beautiful macaron, letting the crisp meringue infused pastry melt on his tongue while savoring the sparkling tartness of the passion fruit filling.

Humming with pleasure, Aziraphale settled back into the couch, pulled the pastry box onto his stomach, and picked up his book.

Waving his fingers at the door, the shades dropped down and the “Very closed” sign guarded the door.

Crowley fell asleep in a cocoon of warmth, the steady beat of the angel’s heart under him, rocked by the rise and fall of his breaths, tickled by the rumbling of the angel's pleased murmurs with every bite of pastry.

After finishing his book, Aziraphale peered down at the coils of serpentine contentment sitting on his chest. Crowley was so endearing asleep like this, but Aziraphale could think of a more comfortable spot for them both. Careful not to let Crowley slide down, Aziraphale rose from the couch with all the stealth of a parent draped with a sleeping toddler and headed upstairs.

***

The next morning, Crowley, human-shaped again, woke up in their bed puddled up against Aziraphale's warm bulk. He grumbled happily in the back of his throat. Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand from where it lay over his heart and kissed his knuckles.

“Are you feeling better now?” he inquired.

Yawning hugely, Crowley blinked, “Mmmmhmm. Did you like your macarons?”

“They were lovely. I saved one.”

Crowley leaned back from Aziraphale’s warmth reluctantly, “Really? What for?”

“I thought you might like to watch me eat one in this form,” Aziraphale explained.

Crowley leaned his forehead back against the nape of the angel's neck.

“Thoughtful of you. But all the same,”

Pop

Quick as lightning, the smooth form slithered onto Aziraphale’s chest, tickling his chest hairs while turning his head from pastry box to angel and back expectantly.

Aziraphale chuckled, “Hedonist,” he teased.

The snake flicked his tongue, unrepentantly.

The angel brought the last macaron to his mouth. Sighed as he inhaled the sweet raspberry scent while rose flavored meringue shattered across his tongue, Aziraphale hummed and purred as he savored the treat and let his fingers trail over the sinuous form. The little snake, bounced by the seismic rumbles, leaned into the gentle caresses until he twined all around Aziraphale's fingers.

Holding the languid serpent up to his face, where Crowley flicked his tongue within a hair's breath of the angel's lips, Aziraphale said, “You're quite welcome to sleep on my chest again, I've got another book handy and it's still raining.” Crowley darted down Aziraphale's arm to curl up on his chest.

“If you enjoyed me eating that much, dear, how do you like me reading?” Aziraphale proposed, opening the first page of a slim book and beginning to read aloud while the rain still pelted the roof and windows.

This was the best place Crowley could imagine, curled warm and content over his angel's heart.

Notes:

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[jayxox]

The book of love is written by us

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

I do think there are no pronouns in it. So it can be read by everybody. Please tell me if you see something. I will change it.

Short description: Aaron and you met in a bookstore. Let's remember this time.

Genre: pure fluff. Non sexual. Enjoy ♡

"Do you ever just close your eyes and hear your own breathing? It's so calming!" Aaron looked at you while your were laying on his chest and smiled. All those years ago he would never have thought you'll be laying here - together - united in something called a loving relationship and going stronger than ever before.

It has been 5 years since he had the pleasure to lock eyes with you when you both grabbed the same book in your favourite bookstore. His hand had touched yours, and it was like an electric shock went through his whole body. The same moment you realised, you could get lost in these very good-looking, broad and tall strangers' eyes and the moment your mind went totally blank.

"You can take it. I just wanted to have a look."

'I....I....no no go ahead."

You never saw a smile that gorgeous. His hand had reached for yours, gently taking it in his, shaking it. 'Aaron', he said, 'my name is Aaron."

'Y/n'

"Well, Y/N. Are you here often?"

"Every day, actually," you had smiled. "There's a coffee house round the corner, and then I come here to look for the book of the day." Books were your passion. You could lose yourself in them and escape reality. "But I have to go. Otherwise, I won't be able to get to work. Bye, Aaron."

Shortly after leaving the bookshop, you had been so annoyed with yourself that you didn't ask for the number. Over the next few days, Aaron didn't turn up at the bookshop again, and you had become friends with the thought of it being a chance encounter.

After a week. You had been standing in front of the bookshelf again, a tall, dark figure had appeared next to you. "Hi, Y/N."

"Aaron.", you had gulped.

"I got you coffee." A big hand had handed you a mug of coffee, and from then on, it became your thing. Every day at the same time, Aaron had came into the bookshop with coffees for the two of you. Every day, you had looked forward to this moment.

Until one day when Aaron had given you a coffee mug with the words "Go out with me, Y/N. Please." written on it.

The rest is history. Here you are. Together in one bed. 5 years after you saw each other for the first time, 4 years 11 months after he asked you to be his girlfriend with a book. "I love you, please be mine." He had written it in a copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice as some kind of dedication. How could you say no to that?

You were ready to see, how he would ask you to marry him. You knew your Aaron and you knew he was already planning.

[mean-lesbians]

I was tagged by @circesoracle!💜

Tagging @average-acorn @jack-fruit @chamsou-sabah @sunflowerandsins if you want to😊

[allthesmutl0vers]

The Fate Of Us- Chapter Four

MDNI, 18+

Pairing: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Dean/Castiel and Coming Soon: Dean/Sam, Castiel/Sam

@kr804573

Chapter Four

Y/n

The next morning, the house is still and quiet, and everyone is lost in the depths of sleep. Bobby’s snores echo from the upper floor while Sam and Dean, worn out from the previous day, have found solace on the living room couches. Stealthily, I set the coffee pot to brew and make my way to the mailbox. Upon my return, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, a comforting promise of the day ahead.

With a cup of steaming coffee in hand, I place the mail on the table, each envelope carefully arranged. None of it is mine, but I know Bobby dislikes venturing out in the rain. Balancing my cup and laptop, I step outside, the cool air of the porch a welcome contrast to the warmth inside.

I draw in a deep breath, the scent of rain and earth mingling in the air, a symphony of nature’s perfume. The gentle rhythm of raindrops on the wooden porch and roof serenades my ears. It’s a writer’s paradise, a day made for creativity.

I open my laptop to the Google Doc with my new novel typed on it and sip the warm coffee, appreciating the sweet caramel and vanilla creamer as it contrasts the acidity of the coffee. I take a deep, appreciative breath and begin to write.

“Good morning,” I hear Sam say as he appears in the doorway, his eyes gazing across me with a soft and tired smile.

I smile back. “Good morning,” I respond kindly, giving him my attention as he steps outside and closes the door behind him. “Did I wake you up?” I ask.

Sam shakes his head softly and yawns, holding his cup of coffee. “No, I just tend to wake up pretty early,” he says, walking closer and pointing to the chair beside mine. “Mind if I sit?”

I motion to the chair with my hand. “No, not at all, please,” I say politely, moving my laptop and cup over slightly to give him room to place his cup.

“What are you working on? If you don’t mind me asking,” he says, motioning his mug of coffee to my computer.

“I don’t mind. It’s just my new novel I’m working on,” I respond kindly, unsure if I should talk about the topic of what I write.

Sam nods his head once. “Cool, what do you write about?” He asks politely.

“Oh, um…” I chuckle softly, feeling a blush tint my cheeks. “Romance, honestly,” I say nervously.

“So, like Jane Austen?” He asks with a smile.

I shrug my shoulders. “More like H.D. Carlton and Clarissa Wild,” I chuckle.

Sam makes a curious facial expression. “Hm, I don’t think I’ve heard of them.”

“Yeah, they’re not for everyone. They write dark romance,” I blush, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

Sam’s eyebrows perk up in interest. “Dark romance? Like horror romances?”

I nod and sip my coffee, holding the warm mug in my hands. “Yeah, kinda. It’s more like stalker and bully romances. Those are my favorites, at least,” I explain, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Stalkers and bullies huh?” Sam chuckles, making me feel even more embarrassed.

Why did I tell him that? Oh my God. Hashtag mortified.

I try to laugh it off but pull my bottom lip between my teeth. Wishing I’d never told him.

His hand lands softly on my shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. I just hadn’t heard anything like that before,” He says softly. But I can’t focus on anything besides his large, warm hand encompassing my shoulder. “Do you mind if I read it?” He asks softly.

I slowly turn to face him again, looking for any signs of teasing but finding none. “Oh, um… Sure,” I say softly, turning my laptop to face him. “It’s not finished yet, but I have the first few chapters. You don’t have to read them all, though; it’s just the first draft.”

Sam smiles softly as he takes his hand off my shoulder and grapes my computer, scrolling to the top of the document. Right. To. The. Trigger. Warnings.

Oh my God, please let the Earth open up and swallow me whole.

I feel an intense desire to grab my laptop back and prevent him from reading the contents, which overwhelms me, but it’s too late. My body tenses as the rain intensifies and the wind gains strength. A chill runs through my body as the cold breeze cuts through the thin fabric of my shorts and t-shirt.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Sam removes his thick flannel jacket and hands it to me. He seems interested in my writing, or at least pretending to be.

“I’m okay,” I say softly.

Sam’s eyes leave my laptop briefly to meet mine. “Put it on y/n,” he says sternly.

As he hands me the jacket, I accept it without uttering a word. Sliding my arms inside, I immediately feel the comforting warmth it provides. The intertwining scent of rich mahogany and musk envelops me, making me never want to part with the comfort I feel wrapped in his jacket.

I sip my coffee and wait patiently for him to finish reading. The rain falling only enhances our peaceful silence.

As I finish my cup, Sam sits back in his chair. “Wow,” he says softly, returning my laptop to me.

I take my laptop back, looking back at him. “Is that a good wow or a bad one?” I ask, trying not to sound as anxious as I feel.

“Good. It’s excellent. I definitely want to read it when it’s finished. I like how you write from different points of view, too. I’ve never read a book that does that,” he says with a genuine smile.

I can’t help but blush at his praise. “I’ll give you a signed copy,” I joke, chuckling softly.

Sam laughs and nods his head. “Definitely,” he says with a smile, taking the last drink of his coffee. “You want a refill?” He asks, nodding to my now empty cup on the table.

I look at the time on my watch. “Sounds good, thanks. I should head inside too and start breakfast,” I say softly. I stand up and start to take off his jacket. “Thanks for the jacket,” I say.

Sam shakes his head. “You can keep it; I have a ton back at the bunker. Here, I’ll grab your stuff,” he says, gently closing my laptop and both of our mugs.

“Oh, thank you. I could’ve grabbed those,” I say with a smile. It’s easy to smile with Sam.

Sam jets out his bottom lip and shakes his head. “It’s all good. Just remember when you make it to the big time who carried your laptop inside,” he jokes, opening the door and letting me walk through first.

I laugh and smile. “I won’t. Nobody forgets a hero,” I say a little more flirtily than I intended to. But Sam smiles and laughs.

It seems like today is going to be a lot better than yesterday. I feel more relaxed and at ease with the journey ahead of me, like I’m already home.

Chapter Five

[hunterwritesstuff]

Can I get. Nightwing x reader who likes to read? (Male reader plz)

Sure thing!

💙 Fun fact, I see his main love languages being quality time and gift-giving!

💙 So chances are, if you mention a book you've been wanting to get for a while, but haven't had the disposable income for, be ready to find it waiting for you somewhere at home with a little note from Nightwing attached!

💙 He knows you love reading, and he encourages it, but also doesn't want you to stay up all night reading!

💙 "Babe, I know you just got to chapter eight, but please, it's three AM, can we go to bed now?"

💙 One of his favorite activities with you is you two huddled up in a chair somewhere reading together.

💙 If it's raining, chances are, Nightwing already has two mugs of hot tea, some muffins, and a nice, warm, cozy blanket ready for you two to read together in the study with!

💙 Chances are high he'll zonk out fairly quickly during you two reading while it's raining. It's not HIS fault you're so warm and cozy!! >:( /j

💙 He'll probably ask you to read out loud sometimes. This isn't because he can't read himself, he can, he just likes hearing your voice is all!

💙 When you do read out loud, he listens intently!

💙 If you're reading together, he WILL commentate on the main character's choices.

💙 If you read Jane Austen, he WILL steal borrow Jason's books. He can miss them for a few hours.

💙 He is your boyfriend, you are his boyfriend, you WILL read together, so help him, Bruce Wayne.

💙 Sometimes, while going on patrol, he tries to think of new books to get you as gifts because, again; one of his main love languages.

💙 Read Lord of the Rings with this man, he's happy as a clam.

Hope ya enjoy! :D

[acooksbooks]

For Azirafeast, or The Feast Day of Aziraphale, I started my morning with a homemade cinnamon chocolate chip scone and a white tea with strawberries in my Jane Austen mug. Happy Azirafeast, everyone!