#sweet uz

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Hi Alex 💛 Here's a sunflower to bring happiness and sunshine into your day! ☀️🌻

Uz you are so sweet!! This brightened up my day so much!💖

And happy birthday love (or happy belated birthday I don't know if I'm late😅)🫶🏻🫶🏻🎉

[crowlixcx]

[uziraphale]

If you were a vegetable which one would you be?

Sweet corn ...

and popcorn when @bil-daddy is around...

[ipegchangbin]

I HHAVE TO SO MUCH BOY PUSSY THOUGHTS BUT LIKE IM SHAKING AND ESOC DHD OGMGG right but what are you thoughts on fem!skz???? uz the brainrot has been getting to me and i personally believe there just arent ENOUGH fem!skz like whaat happened to the pussy? the cunt? THE PUM PUM

sorry. i loved your drabble though and just your work in general and im not kidding when i say that wehn i saw you actually answered my request and then saw said request on my dashboard thingy I LITERALLY PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND WAS YAYAYAYAYA!?!?!?!

URE RIGHT LIKEEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PUMPUMHDSJJDJSNS

💗 nsfw fem!skz thoughts

🏷️ fem!skz, gn!reader, smut smut smut

— bang chan

chan’s beautiful, bubbly, a little busty with a big butt. she’s everything you would want in a girl: a giggly lady with a pretty body. she’s very preppy, a little clingy once you two get together, but in bed? she’s a blushing mess! she loves when you chat her up only to talk her down, let her babble several flavors of nonsense and moan with that sweet curly accent of hers. her dimples show every time she clenches her jaw in pleasure. chan loves getting herself off on your fingers, riding them, even just grinding on them through her clothed cunt…and she loves when you make her feel a little dirty about it. her butt is the plumpest, it feels good to grope and massage, and best of all — it gets red when she blushes! chan is a giggly girl who’s heavenly to play with.

— minho

a competitive peer turned blunt best friend turned snappy girlfriend, minho’s the prettiest yet sharpest lady you’ve ever come across. she loves keeping things traditional, making you court her to even get a glimpse of her reciprocated love, but when she fell back for you it was all worth it. minho loves to keep half of her long hair up in a bun while the rest flows down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful body against the kitchen counters as she whips you up your favorite meal. a few hours after dinner, you have her over the same counter, fucking her cunt well. she loves to moan your name and make you feel how much she loves you. she gets wet so easily when you moan back, when you tell her you adore her. you figure that she tastes better than her own cooking.

— changbin

what’s not to love about changbin? she was love at first sight turned the love of your life. you fell for the way she looked with her love handles, tummy, and big breasts, and as soon as she spoke to you, it was all real. she’s gentle and kind, offering to help you with whatever work you need. changbin gets very shy when you abandon your work and grab her by the hips and breasts instead. she wears her curly hair long and down and the curtains match the drapes: she has the bush of a lifetime. secretly loves it whenever you’re between her thighs or all up in her cleavage smelling her after her workouts, all before going to town and fucking her ever so sweetly. she’s a muscle mommy who calls you mommy. oh, and changbin in an evening dress—the ones that hug her form, accentuating her belly and toned ass—is a sight to see. she’s absolutely obsessed with lovemaking after her shower. a clean and fresh woman, she’ll take every bit of your body worship before your dates to heart.

— hyunjin

she’s the classiest lady you’ve ever met. always does herself up, wears the prettiest makeup, and always fixes her hair in the middle of your dates. she smells heavenly; it’s french cologne mixed with a bit of your after-sex musk. hyunjin always finds herself getting fucked every time she’s with you, and you don’t know if it’s her irresistible energy or the fact that she’s needier than you. and when the dates reach past midnight, she only becomes cinderella in a way that she takes you home with her, designer clothes to the floor, revealing even more expensive lingerie underneath. class, elegance, all that demure shit flies out of the window as soon as you’re working your mouth on her petite boobs. when it’s all done, she glows in your arms and embraces you, kissing you all over with sweet words between her lips. she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

— han jisung

han’s a charming woman who’s a bit of a geek. she’s a self-deemed loser, but so incredibly far from the doozy girl she claims to be. you don’t mind her armpit hair, her layered cut, and the leg hair she never wants to shave: she’s charming and attractive for that. firmly believes in having her nips out and it’s so cute of her. jisung is very carefree, and it extends to the sex too. she secretly likes it when you cuddle yet feel her up. she loves it when you sneak your hand under your shorts. she loves it when you’re being nonchalant and casual, eating her out while she’s watching a movie, moaning and whining slightly while all dazed. you hum and call her beautiful, the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, and it does something to her. maybe she’s a bit of a perverted girl too, getting off on your compliments when you’re gone and out of her room.

— felix

a girl’s girl through and through. she loves you very much but there are many reasons why you love her more. she has everything on her: need chapstick? it’s either she pulls one out of her magic tote bag — or she kisses you! need a pen? she’ll even write for you! need to eat her out? she’ll spread her legs before you even blink! she’s always happy and smiley even if you’re playing with her freckled pussy. you tell her that she’s pretty when she smiles, making her grin even more. felix always has her hair done in different crazy styles, but always up whenever she wants to return the favor on you. adores you whenever you catch her out of breath from your fingers and mouth alone. you always kiss every one of her freckles, even the ones near her clit to tease her — and every single time, she falls harder and harder in love with you.

— seungmin

if there was any lady who matched you best, she’d be seungmin. she’s blunt with her words but she means well whenever she talks to you. it was a surprise the first time she asked for sex, simply letting honesty take over and let her know that she wanted you. loves talking you up even if you’re going down on her. she never shaves nor trims her bush, and you find her smirk so attractive every time you find her clit. all that snarky attitude dissolves as soon as you kiss further into her clit, teasing her ass and playing with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. she’s kind of obsessed with the way you show her own cum in your mouth. gets even more delirious when you tug on her short hair and tell her dirty compliments. she feels the most like a woman when you work your way with her — just make sure to take her out on a date and pay the bill right after.

— jeongin

jeongin’s a lady who never backs down from an adventure. from exploring the outdoors to exploring each other’s bodies, she’s an open woman who doesn’t hesitate to love you right. she’s wild in many senses: you’ve fucked while alone in public once. it’s her spirit that charms you most, you think as you pound into her ass — her request. she’s sweet and very talkative, telling you all about the kinky shit she wants to do the later in night while curling her hair for work. jeongin loves being pampered and pampering you back. she wears your favorite sets of lingerie, or if you prefer it, wears nothing at all when you get home to her. she gets deliciously needy every time you play with her nipples out of nowhere. but even after all the adventures, her cunt might as well be your home.

[jazzyblusnowflake]

(If this was asked before, I swear to god.) FullCompany (NUziVJ) Headcannons?

aaaaaaaaa time to write once more- i missed being able to type away like the lil shit i am-

anyhow- okay lets see- gonna add some things here- tbh my ideas was mostly for Jenvy ideas mainly- but i guess ill fit Uzi in there lol

Some JeNVUzi HCs:

[once again- Drone au only, and maybe minor suggestive content but not nsfw]

The polycule is essentially formed around Uzi pulling them back together-

J's original reason for siding with Cyn which was rooted in fear- was on the basis that she still had her team on her side so she could keep them safe and so theyd have eachother to rely on even after Cyn destroys everything. she did not however, account for Uzi coming along and messing everything up and ruining her team's alignment while she was "dead".

the entire reason J tried to kill N or V at any time was cuz she knew a clone of them would be sent back anyway- she has basically become desensitized towards death in general given she had also died around 12 times herself [canon]- V and N try to help her through this- during which they also deal with Vs behavior and Ns trauma too.

to communicate with J they often had to spar with her- seeing as she hated talking about feelings- but this became their own thing they all did afterwards to unwind and communicate- as J opened up a lot easier after feeling like she was reached out to.

Uzi and J bond over anime and gaming- the latter being somewhere J could actually use her anger on more effectively XD

they all like reading books every now and then where one would read and the others snuggle or cuddle- they take turns. [this is from their manor days]

J is... unable to emote or show emotion easily and it eats her alive. she can't show the appropriate needed emotion to the mood of the room and it makes her have breakdowns- occasionally throw up- as though you are desperately trying to cry but the tears wont come so you try heaving it out- make yourself fit in and look normal by trying to FEEL something- but she cant. J is a dated business model drone- custom made for office work- she was made to be this way- Cyn didn't change her- and she grows to hate herself for it. so when a situation happens that she doesn't know how to react, she leaves or hides- until N,V or Uzi find her- usually disassociating or somewhat catatonic.

Uzi occasionally feels out of place with the group, as though she's just being a literal 4th wheel, since they have history together. the others try to show her that she is important to them each in their own ways-

addressing the elephant in the room- yes, it took a long time for N and J to come to terms with eachother- J eventually accepting that her original reason for hating N [him being better than her or preferred over her esp by Tessa] wasn't important anymore- and tries to appreciate him and V and Uzi more in whatever is left of her life.

make no mistake V and J are still very much bitchy on a surface level- just cuz they are all growing close does not mean they are all now lovey dovey with eachother or sweet and character-redemption-ed with everyone around them. therefore: "playful catfights" >:3 !

V and Uzi tease J alot- this is one of the reasons why J found more comfort with N- not gonna tell him to his face tho lol.

J teaches N to draw better and they bond over that alot-

Uzi and J like attention alot- and they wanna get it by being as wordless as possible- very cat coded.

Uzi, V and N like to drag J into doing more normal things that have less to do with work. so far J has mostly shown some interest in writing and maybe poetry but she WILL shoot your head off if you try to read her stuff-

J's first kiss was with Uzi- N and V having kissed once back at the manor being eachothers first kiss. J thinks V kisses the best tho lol.

N and V like to cuddle a lot- J and Uzi are usually dependent on mood-

V likes to bite- J likes to be bitten, N and Uzi like both- :3

J likes playing with N and Uzi's fluffy hair. V only lets N touch her hair.

during intimate cuddles- J has passed out the most lol. Uzi following a close second lol-

Uzi and J yap alot about tech work-

hmm this is all i can think about for NOW-

:"3

[m-y--p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s]

Aziracrow Fics

Title: I'm Here 

Rating: E

Words: 8550

Summary: Crowley awakens from an awful dream to discover that Aziraphale had not in fact left him again, and was actually right there next to him in bed. Aziraphale tries to reassure him, but some wounds take more than just time to heal, if only Crowley could tell his angel what he needs.

Title: Somewhere I Belong 

Rating: E

Words: 64k

Chapters: 12

Series: Troll Tails

Summary: Looking for something new, interesting, and outdoorsy to break up the monotony of his life, Anthony Crowley took up hiking in the local forest. Crowley thought he knew what to expect from Eden Forest; trees, animals, a river, and some cool nature photo opportunities. And he certainly got all of that, but what he didn't expect was to be jumped by some kind of forest beast, and have his life changed forever. (Troll!Aziraphale X Human!Crowley AU)

Title: Something New 

Rating: T

Words: 3229

Series: Troll Tails

Summary: In all his years living in the forest, Aziraphale has never once climbed any of the trees. Crowley, on the other hand, has mastered tree climbing in the short time that he's lived in Eden Forest, and with a little coaxing, he's determined to get Aziraphale to give it a go too.

Title: If Three's a Crowd, Four's a Dream

Rating: E

Words: 3113

Series: Troll Tails

Summary: Aziraphale likes to read before bed, and he also loves Crowley, no matter what species he is. Those two things make for quite a wildly fantastic time.

Title: Flowers and Pillows

Rating: E

Words: 6309

Chapters: 2

Series: Troll Tails

Summary: Aziraphale catches a sweet scent and goes to investigate, he realises too late that he probably shouldn't have eaten those flowers.

Title: Pheromones

Rating: E

Words: 1761

Summary: Crowley is miserable and frustrated, not to mention Aziraphale's scent is driving him crazy, but what's a demon to do? (Feat Snake!Crowley)

Title: An Artist and His Muse 

Rating: E

Words: 10720

Summary: One of Aziraphale's hobbies for centuries has been drawing, and Crowley, the love of his life, is his greatest muse. Crowley just doesn't know it. What happens when Crowley catches Aziraphale sketching him during a nap? Will it bring a new aspect to their relationship, or will Crowley run away from it? (Crowley with snake features)

Title: When the Muse Becomes the Artist 

Rating: E

Words: 5603

Summary: Centuries of fantasies couldn't compare to sex with Crowley for real. Aziraphale's sure it's going to be the same with Crowley in his snake form too, and boy is he ready to find out. (Snake&Naga!Crowley)

Title: The Umbrella

Rating: E

Words: 6421

Summary: The weather has been awful all week, and finally when there's a break in the rain, Aziraphale suggests that they go for a nice walk to get some fresh air, and stretch their legs after being cooped up in the bookshop. Aziraphale is annoyed when the rain returns before they get back home, but Crowley shows him that the rain isn't so bad after all.

Title: A First Taste

Rating: E

Words: 1794

Summary: Crowley showed Aziraphale the delight of eating, now Aziraphale is introducing Crowley (or rather both of them) to other human delights. (2500 BC Uz)

Title: A Racy Read 

Rating: E

Words: 1264

Summary: Aziraphale should have brought the books that he'd selected home instead of staying at the Library to read them. (1967 Soho)

Title: Blame It On Petronius 

Rating: E

Words: 3786

Summary: When Aziraphale invited Crowley to wine and dine at Petronius' new restaurant with him, the demon had no idea that they'd finish the night in an entirely different situation. (41AD Rome)

Title: An Ineffable Garden

Rating: G

Words: 766

Summary: All is said and done. Aziraphale and Crowley share a soft moment in the garden of their cottage.

Title: Steamy Picnic

Rating: E

Words: 3533

Summary: When the weather turns bad during their picnic date, Aziraphale suggests another way to spend their afternoon together.

Title: Forgiven

Rating: T

Words: 1570

Summary: What if Aziraphale decided not to go with Metatron at the last second?

Title: Under the Flashing Lights

Rating: G

Words: 832

Summary: Crowley manages to find at least one thing that he likes about Christmas.

Title: Falling

Rating: T

Words: 1575

Summary: Angel or not, Crowley would always catch Aziraphale when he fell.

Title: Don't Call Me Nice

Rating: E

Words: 1520

Summary: An extended version of what happened when Aziraphale called Crowley 'nice' in the empty hallway of the old satanic hospital.

[sam-likes-magnets]

HELLO MY AMAZING DEAR SWEET BABY BROTHER.

I HAVE MADE YOU SOME COOKIES!!

Thanks Uz..

[shutanic-temple-art-gallery]

Welcome to the Shutanic Temple Art Gallery

Welcome to all budding and accomplished artists on tumblr!

May our gallery be a signal booster for your artworks, which have been dropping in well before the opening, much to our delight. Without you, precious artists on tumblr, nothing of this would be possible.

Our gallery is dedicated to Bildad's world: the land of Uz, Sitis and Job, goats and crows, ox ribs, wine, a certain night in Job's cellar, a sweet and devouring angel of gluttony named Aziraphale* and above all our muse and saviour Bildad the Shuhite.

To be featured in the gallery, use our ask button or simply tag us when you post your Shutanic art. You may as well continue to submit your works directly to @bil-daddy or to me.

@loretta-dont-you-oppress-me

Art Curator of the Shutanic Temple Art Gallery

* @uziraphale

[may--hawk]

ain't no cure for love - chapter 3

Or, the haunted bookshop story:

Everything’s gone to shit. Aziraphale’s fucked off back to Heaven, and Crowley’s stuck down on Earth with a new angel who asks the most annoying questions, like they’re some kind of divine punishment. Then there’s all the weird dream he’s been having, the same one, over and over. Oh, yeah, and the bookshop’s haunted.

Crowley reads Aziraphale and Memory, because he’s a nosy little git, and besides, he’s trying to help Aziraphale, isn’t he? There’s so much in there that Aziraphale’s forgotten; there’s the Garden, sunny and warm up on the wall, and Crowley, who’d spent all his time skulking in the deep shade to avoid getting stepped on by Adam, revels in it, closing his eyes a minute as he holds the book in front of him, feels the sun on his face, smells the Garden, sweet and green and alive. They’re not all like that, though: when he turns to Uz, he is struck suddenly with a hunger so strong he feels faint, a hunger he’s never, ever felt before, something sick and raw in the pit of his stomach, a great, sucking emptiness, and Satan, no wonder Aziraphale eats like he does, if that’s how he feels. If that’s what Crowley’s awakened in him. Crowley swallows. He lingers on Greece again, and Egypt, those long lazy years spent in the Nile, and, oh, bless it, here’s Babylon, and he’s, he’s seeing from Aziraphale’s perspective, sees the courtyard of the palace below him, smells the bathwater, fragrant sandalwood, the water warm, the air almost cool in the moonlight on his wet skin, and something catches his eye, looking down, he sees something slinking, farther into the shadows; he squints. A glint of torchlight on a pair of dark glasses gives it away. Crowley, even as Aziraphale-in-memory, flushes, because bless it, he thought he’d been subtle, slinking, a creature of the night, how many times had Aziraphale seen him there, watching Aziraphale bathe, and oh, Christ, from up here, Aziraphale could clearly see the look on Crowley’s face, as he stood there, looking up, dog-like, sick, devoted. Crowley throws the book down and storms off.

He comes back a few hours later, because he can’t stop, can’t not keep going. 125 There are more. Almost every memory has Crowley in it: there’s one where he’s kneeling in front of some river, somewhere - he can’t tell - the sight of his back, his hair, long, spilling down into the water as he washes something. There’s that castle in Wales and that ball in Moscow and every miserable little watering hole between here and Persia. It’s all there, not their entire history, but a lot of it, and Crowley can’t help but wonder why these memories, why here, why him.

The next time Aziraphale comes down from Heaven, Crowley’s in the shop, listening to Shostakovich’s Rumours. He tosses Aziraphale the book; Aziraphale drops it, then bends over to pick it up, giving Crowley a reproachful look. He startles at the cover, then opens it up. “Crowley, where did you get this?” he says.

“L-space,” Crowley says. “Night that - thing was here.”

“That - Crowley, what thing?” Aziraphale says.

Crowley frowns. “I told you,” he says. “Someone was in L-space.” Aziraphale’s shaking his head. “Why are you shaking your head?”

“Crowley, I haven’t spoken to you in three weeks,” he says, slowly. This is it. Crowley’s going mad. He’s gone mad. They always said demons who played with time went mad, and now here he is. Mad.

“You were here last week. The night someone was in L-space.” Crowley springs up, stalks closer. “They’re taking your memories again. Aziraphale, listen to me, you can’t go back to Heaven.”

“No, they’re not. They’re not taking my memories, Crowley. You’re - imagining things.” They stare at each other. Aziraphale’s chest is heaving. He’s clutching the book.

“Muriel!” Crowley yells, without turning around. There’s a pause, then the clatter of Muriel’s footsteps. “Yes - oh! Archangel - I mean, Aziraphale!”

“Muriel,” says Aziraphale, stiffly.

“Tell him,” Crowley says, pointing wildly. “Tell him he was here that night there was something in L-space!”

“Well,” says Muriel, slowly, and Crowley’s heart sinks in his chest. “I heard you talking to someone, Mr. Crowley, and it sounded like Aziraphale? But I didn’t see him.”

Read the final chapter on AO3.

@goodomensafterdark

[midnightcrw]

Hey there ! I'm Uz✨

I saw your post about Nanami and Geto recommendations

I really wanted to read angst stories with both of them and i hardly find any🥲

So here are some detailed ideas🤭

Suguru x reader :

where he's a playboy and the reader is new to dating and it's all going well where they learn different things from each other

(until the reader misunderstood him to be flirting with other girls bcz it's just the way he talks that attracts attention😝)....then you can build up to whatever you like

Suguru x reader : [This one is more like an entire scenario planned out in my head ]🤦🏻‍♀️😂

where the reader is a new student who is quiet but liked by all and she has a crush on first sight with suguru😝 whereas he on the other hand has a preconception about her from the very first time he met her as being boring and that she acts sweet to impress everyone

One day she overhears this when he shares his unliking towards the reader with satoru and then she starts keeping her distance (which he notices)

(Cut 2 - there are certain events where he finds out she's really helpful and sweet and in fact under confident but very talented then he starts to fall for her and starts trying to talk to her slowly but steadily)

Nanami x reader :

Where the reader (works at the bakery)met Nanami during her lunch break near a park and they meet everyday talking about random things and complaining about work.

The reader is a chirpy person (a non sorcerer)who's excited to go on a trip from work and she asks Nanami to tag along bcz they can bring a person (she thinks he needs a break) to which he replies rudely and tells her not to think of them as friends (bcz he's afraid of hurting her one day if this bonding continues further)

Later he realises what she means to him and this is not only friendship but more than that and tries to apologise and express what he feels

Sorry for being too specific but you can change things to your liking I literally had DREAMS about these scenarios so I'm desperate to READ them because people here write so beautifully with added flares😭🤌🏻

I hope you could write any one of these OR else Please do more of Geto x reader where he's such a sweetheart and caring person I would love to read that🥰🤝🏻

P.S: I love Sugu😩❤️

Hello Uz!

Even though I have never written anything about Geto or Nanami, I think I might start writing something about them since there are hardly any slow burn fanfics about them (at least from what I have seen).

I really like your ideas, especially the Nanami one, so maybe I'll do something with that once I finish my exams.

Though if you or anyone else has any fanfic recommendations for me to read, that would be awesome because I want to get a little more familiar with jjk fanfics so I know how the characters are perceived by most people.

[swifty-fox]

[ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver

i HAVE to request this for curt/ken because i know curt will be feral

I've been promising @bcolfanfic some Curt Ken for a while so as per uze this is Young Vets Curt/Ken, *disclaimer at end

Curt didn't drink anymore, didn't like how it made his limbs slow, his tongue stupid. He didn't smoke any substances for much of the same reasons. Had, in fact cut most substances out of his life in totality, save for his sweet darling Chesterfields. His dad used to call them a women's cigarette, a faggot's cigarette, puffing away on his cigars and squaring his jaw like fucking Popeye as if that would impress on Curt just how manly he was.

He'd been too young for his dad to suspect, not quite old enough to do anything about him.

He also didn't smoke like he used to, save for when he was stressed -which seemed more often these days the more he tried to play unit psychologist for a bunch of boys and men who should have stayed the fuck home.

His balcony is his sanctuary, the barrier between the space and the rest of his studio apartment impassible for what it meant. When Curt retreated to the Balcony it meant conversation over. It meant the next words out of his mouth would be cutting if pursued. It meant he was two stages from shaking out of his skin, one step away from losing it. Balcony was sacred. Balcony was to be respected.

So when Ken comes home it's not a surprise that he doesn't come out to greet Curt. Curt doesn't look over because even though the Balcony was sacred it wasn't entire off-limits, especially to Ken, and any indication of interaction might encourage him out into the space. And Curt was too busy picking sand out of the recesses of his mind to talk about things. So he puffs away on his Chesterfeilds and listens to Ken putter around the space. The clunk of him kicking his shoes off, joining Curt's messy pile, the clink clink clink of him dropping his rings into the ugly ceramic bowl they'd thrifted together and put by the door as a catch-all. The bathroom door shuts, and it's too far away to hear the tap run but Curt knew how long Ken would be in there the same way he knew how he liked his coffee, how he knew Ken always took his left shoe off before the first and that the quickest way to get him flushed and squirming was to press light open mouthed kisses behind his ears.

He knows Ken will finish in the bathroom and go and flop on his bed for several minutes, letting his body adjust to not work before he either scrolls his phone idly until Curt decides to stop pacing his cage like a tiger, or starting up a video game that will inevitably tempt him inside.

Neither of those things happen, the shushing sound of the screen door interrupting Curts sulking and he looks up in indignation, a biting admonishment already on his lips.

He stands, cigarette flicking from his hand onto the balcony and rolling off to potentially set alight some poor scmucks hair.

The Balcony, his sacred special place, is as claustrophic as the rest of his apartment and it's no more than a stride and a half for him to be nose to nose with Ken. Cups his soft jaw with both hands, thumbs pressing in the pulse point to tilt his head back so as to inspect the blackening eye, the faint crust of blood around Ken's nostrils and the blooming red irritation across the bridge of his nose.

Ken shakes, or maybe it's Curt, his teeth grinding so hard he hears the crack of it. Gentle hands encircle his wrists, hideous tattoos as familiar as Curt's own face, thumb stroking his pulse point soothingly.

"It's worse than it looks."

"Yeah?" His voice sounds cold and neutral even to himself.

"Mhm," Ken's voice is quiet like talking to a bird ready to take flight, "Can we sit?"

Curts lips are tingling. Wrath whips his blood into a frothing frenzy and he cannot make his limbs obey, down one and lucky for it. Today is a bad day.

Ken guides him back into the lounge chair Curt had cursed and fumbled and dragged up there off the sidewalk. Sits on his thighs, knees knocking pleasantly against his hipbones.

"You're okay." Curt means it as a question but he can't make his voice inflect the way he wants. Baseball bats and trashbag bombs. Blood and sand in his teeth, glass shards in his hair, caught there like glitter back when it had been an unruly mop.

"Mhm." Ken hums, though there's a faint wobble to it. "Put your hands on my hips."

Curt obeys, exhales softly as he feels the thrumming life of Ken beneath him.

"You were visiting your parents."

"Cigarette?"

At Curts nod Ken leans over to the ashtray, Curt steadying him automatically. Ken places the pale stick in his life. Ken lights it for him, draws it from between his lips so he can exhale with a kiss to his forehead.

"I'll kill them."

It's rage. Helpless shock, the feeling he's once again failed to step up when needed. It roots him to the chair because Ken was being hurt while he wallowed in memory.

"I know," Ken soothes "That's why I'm sittin' on your lap. Can't go far with me here eh?"

Curt circles his thumbs on Ken's hipbones "No."

"I told them."

Dazed eyes meet clear, stubborn ones.

"Didn't take it well, obviously." Ken gestures to his face "Dad swung at me."

Curt makes a soft noise, quiet and pained. Ken holds up a hand, bloody with knuckles split and bruised, grins sharply. Grins in a way that's a little feral, that's a little Curt.

"Got him back though. Just like you taught me B."

"I'll do more than get him back."

Ken laughs softly, puts the cigarette to Curt's lips again "Suck."

He waits for Curt to exhale before speaking, his thickly groomed brows drawing in together with feeling "It's not just you taking care of me anymore Curt. Not if this is gonna be real. I can stand for myself and I can stand for you just as much as you do for me."

"When'd you grow up Kenny?"

"When'd you get so soft for me B?"

Curt drops his forehead onto Ken's collarbone and laughs.

*while not necessarily canon-compliant ken's parents are not great about ken coming out <3 I just decided to pull from some "side B" ideas that we had

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Last line tag game!

Thanks for the tag @boundlessfantasy and @valeskafics!💜

The last line I wrote is from a smut adjacent Felix Catton fic , that I am working on.

The next morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a ringing in your ears, but also deeply satisfied with one of Felix´s long arms laid over your middle.

No pressure tag💕: everyone that wants to join in on this

[lil-door-knob]

The Flower Prince: Hotel Stay

Prompt- At first, he felt prideful of the praise his teammate [Sakura] was getting from the Prince. But the moment he saw the blush on her face and the arm around her waist, pride was no longer what he was feeling.

Word count: 1,502 words

Estimated Read Time: 6 minutes

Warnings: Not edited, sorry sorry.

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“How many beds sir?” the receptionist asked a slight blush coming to her cheeks as she stared into Kakashi's only visible eye.  

“Two, could we also get a futon or two?”

“Of course,” she answered almost too quickly. “Alright, your room will be 305. I’ll be up shortly with the futons.” Grabbing two keys from the hooks behind her, she handed them over to Kakashi. Naruto’s grin widened as he saw the receptionist's face at the slight contact of his sensei’s gloved hand.

“Thank you.” he gave a quick bow before walking off in the direction of the room.

“Ne, Kakashi?”

“Yes Naruto?”

“Don’t you think she was pretty, the receptionist?”

“She wasn’t ugly.” Kakashi shrugged. “Why?”

“She was totally into you!” Naruto exclaimed looking at his sensei.

“That’s what you call being nice-”

“Naruto’s right.” Sakura piped up. “Did you not see the way she blushed or the eyes she gave you when we walked in sensei?”

“You’re both reading into it too much.” Kakashi groaned.

“For someone who strictly reads romance novels, I’m surprised you’re so blind to obvious flirting.” the kunoichi spat back.

“Sakura.” Kakashi stopped in front of the door to room 305, “Naruto. She was just being nice, it’s her job.”

“Too nice,” Sasuke added.

Giving a stern glare to his genin, he opened the door to the room and walked in. “Kakashi-sir, for what it’s worth, I agree with your team. She was flirting with you.” Daiki teased as he entered the room behind the genin. Rubbing his temples, the jounin closed the door and sighed.

“I call dibs on the bed!” Naruto flung himself onto the bed closest to the wall away from the door. He sprawled out and rolled around in the bed before Sakura dragged him off.

“Naruto! Let Daiki-san choose first.”

“No Sakura-chan, that’s alright. I’ll sleep on the futon.” Daiki insisted but was instantly shut down by Sakura who insisted. “Ah- you’re all too kind I guess I’ll-” a knock came on the door.

“Um, here are your futons sir.” the receptionist from earlier bowed.

“Thank you.” he reached out to grab them but the woman took a step back.

“Allow me to set it up for you and the kids.” before he could respond, the woman gently pushed her way past him and entered the room. Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and Daiki sat on a bed as they watched the scene before them- a mischievous aura around them. Kakashi gave them a stern look warning them to behave. “They sure are cute, uh- Hatake, was it?”

“His name is Hatake Kakashi!” Naruto called. “And I’m Uz- Hatake Naruto! We’re his adopted kids.” the jinchuriki smiled brightly at the woman. She gave him a sweet smile in return.

“I’m glad to hear that! Kakashi sounds like quite a good man.” she then turned to face Kakashi. “My name is Tanaka Kiyomi, it’s a pleasure to meet you Kakashi-san.”

“Likewise,” Kakashi responded as he secretly cursed under his breath. “You can give me the futons, I can do it myself. No need to worry, Kiyomi.” Once again ignored, Kiyomi placed them on the floor and started to lay them out.

“Don't be rude, help Kiyomi-chan,” Sasuke said in a mocking tone, a smirk starting to form.

“Yeah, don’t let the pretty lady do it by herself!” Daiki added. All four pre-teens stared at him expectantly.

Mortified Kakashi made eye contact with Kiyomi and nodded, “They’re right. Let me help.” he crouched down next to the flustered woman. After laying out the two futons Kakashi sighed, his embarrassment would finally be over. Extending a hand to help her up, he opened the door for her to leave, trying his best to not seem rude. Though, before she stepped out she spoke softly.

“You know…” she looked up at Kakashi, “I find it sweet that you adopted those kids. If anything it only adds to your appeal. A family man...  I’d like to meet with you sometime. L-like as a date.” her face was no longer visible to him but he could only imagine she was blushing- if she hadn’t already done enough of that. For the first time, Kakashi didn’t know how to react, it wasn’t anything new for him to get hit on or asked out (come at me, I swear this is canon), but this had never happened in front of his team, let alone on a mission. “I understand that you’re a ninja and probably don’t have time to date, but I’d appreciate it.

“I have to get back to work now Kakashi-san, I’ll await your response.” she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and quickly ran off. As soon as the door shut behind her, laughter erupted from Naruto, Sakura, and Daiki. Even Sasuke allowed himself to smile.

“See, we told you she liked you!” Naruto stated as he rolled off the bed and pointed at Kakashi.

“Naruto, you’re sleeping on the futon,” Kakashi stated firmly.

“What- why?!” Naruto rose to his feet, “I already called dibs on this bed!” he whined as he pointed to the bed where he was previously seated.

“Sasuke, you will share a bed with me. Daiki, you get a bed to yourself, and Sakura, you're also sleeping on a futon.”

Sakura heaved a heavy sigh, “Yes sensei. But can I at least move my futon? It’s too close to Naruto’s and he moves around a lot. “ Kakashi gave her a nod before heading to the bathroom.

With the sleeping arrangements made, Team 7 and Daiki got ready for bed.

Once Kakashi came out of the bathroom Sakura immediately ran in to take a warm shower to get rid of the thin layer of sweat that had laced her skin- it was a hot day. Naruto groaned as he heard the water from the shower start, he knew his teammates well, and although he loved Sakura, he couldn’t deny her flaws. She took forever in the bathroom.

Anytime they would go on a mission and they stayed at a hotel or motel, she always headed for the bathroom first. For at least thirty minutes Sakura would stay in said bathroom. Once she would exit a weird smell of a weird berry and a flower mix could be left behind, it was something Naruto just couldn’t quite describe. The closest word he could use was ‘girly’. Although not horrible, he always hated it when he had to use the bathroom or was hungry as it made him feel nauseous. And today was one of those days. 

He was steadily growing impatient.

Naruto’s night routine was quite simple really, he would go to the bathroom and relieve himself, eat some last-minute ramen, and then he would lie down and be out like a light just as quickly. This routine has stayed true his entire life, even on missions where they would sleep in the forest. Which was why he and Sakura butted heads at night. Today was no exception to that ‘rule’.  Every two minutes or so Naruto would bang on the bathroom door and ask if she was almost finished, of course only met by the girl's silence or exaggerated humming.

Sasuke and Kakashi are similar in that they didn’t have a night routine, they would simply just do what they needed or wanted to do before they got tired, and would then merely sleep.

“Nauto, stop banging on the door.” Sasuke ordered the blonde jinchuriki after Naruto had spent the last minute banging on the door non-stop asking ‘Are you done yet?’

“Shut up Sasuke-teme! I really have to go, dattebayo!!” Sasuke just rolled his eyes and averted his attention back to the kunai he was sharpening in his hands.

“There’s a bathroom on the main floor, Naruto-san we passed it on the way here. You could just go and use that one.” Daiki added, smiling at the boy.

“I don’t want to go down there!” Naruto’s eyes widened, “What if there’s some creepy man in the urinal next to me?!” he exasperated, flailing his arms. “I’m not going there alone, so one of you is coming with me.” He huffed with arms crossed over his chest.

“Is that so?” Daiki sweat dropped. Looking around the room he noticed that the two other ninjas had simply tuned out Naruto’s complaints. He heaved a heavy sigh as he realized he was the only one who was willing to go with him. “I’ll go with you Naruto-san. Just make it quick.” out of habit the prince bowed to Naruto and left the room with him. Wasn’t he supposed to be escorting me, Daiki thought as they made their way to the communal bathrooms.

After twenty minutes of being in the bathroom, Sakura walked out in her usual attire. “Sasuke-kun, you can use the bathroom now if you have to.” Sasuke nodded and placed his kunai on the nightstand before entering the bathroom which now smelled of Sakura’s many bath products, but he didn’t mind.

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j got two bowlz of tomato bazjl for both of uz!

-zjckly one

(I got two bowls of tomato basil for both of us! -sickly one)

Okay!

I am not capable of being a parent, Eya's sweet cords..

[averywiseanimatedcat]

Rewatching Good Omens season 2

Episode 2, ‘The clue’ post 3

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They really gettin it with these shots.

Man.

Think I needa lie down again.

“Where did you hear it?”

“Uhhh this morning? Out my mouth?”

FUCK OFF GABRIEL WITH YOUR SMART ASS CUTE JIM CHARACTER.

Glasses off in the bookshop; my third and favourite son to whom I leave all my earthly belongings

Glasses off in the land of Uz: a broadway spinoff

Ooooo big scary Angel + simping.

Can we talk about how in this flashback this is the first time we see Azirphale really TRUST Crowley. This is maybe their 4th meeting we know about. We know Azi hasn’t seen him since the flood so it’s been a while. They hardly know each other at this point.

It also starts a pattern where we see Crowley is willing to stick his neck out quite confidently to do what he he thinks is right but Aziraphale is always questioning himself. Azi looks to others to show him what’s right and wrong where Crowley has already decided what he thinks should be done and he just does it. I think that’s what attracts Azirphale, it’s Crowleys confidence and self assurance in knowing what he’s doing is right and he doesn’t need to ask anyones permission to do it. Which is why it’s quite comical that Azirphale tries to tell Crowley he’s on heavens side in the cellar when Crowleys never been on anyone’s side, ever. Crowley has never been ‘owned’ truely, it’s just not his personality. He’s far to much of an independent entity to ever have such alliances. And if he does they’re temporary and only when it’s convenient. The exception being the relationship he builds with Aziraphale.

But Azirphale is still stuck thinking in this black and white way where you can only be on one side or the other. While Crowleys always existed outside of that.

This season also really shows how Crowley picks and chooses who he is kind to. He’s kind and sweet to Jobs daughter, and is generally nice to Azirphale. He’s nice to Muriel as well when she turns up. I think he sees intention rather than behaviour, he sees Aziraphale has good intentions and wants to do the right thing so he is kind to him. He sees the child and Muriel as just oblivious, innocent bystanders. Which is what he was when before he was cast out. Which is why I cry over this demonic baby.

Ok back to the funny stuff what IS this face. Michael is having to much this fun this season.

Disaster ADHD bitch sitting exhibit #6. And unsure if he is drunk or he just can’t walk straight/trips everywhere which is on brand for any decent, well mannered ADHD disaster. I choose to believe that he can’t walk straight ever. Because he isn’t straight. And has ADHD.

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2500 BC - Land of Uz

‘What am I?’ Aziraphale asked with a look that sent a pang of sorrow through Crowley.

‘You’re an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can.’

‘That sounds, um…’

‘Lonely?’

Aziraphale didn’t reply, just nodded.

‘Yeah,’ Crowley said.

‘But you said it wasn’t.’

Oh, this sweet, naive angel. Thousands of years among the humans and he was still so ready to believe every word he heard.

‘I’m a demon,’ Crowley said. ‘I lied.’

They sat on the rock for a long time. So long, in fact, that day turned to night and night bled back into day before another word was spoken.

‘Where are you headed next?’ Aziraphale finally asked, eyes fixed on the shimmering sea, the soft pastels of dawn pinking the water.

‘I dunno, thought I might hang around here a little longer.’ Crowley rose to his feet and stretched, hands high above his head. Aziraphale turned to watch him. ‘I’ve a house here, a nice little one-bed with its own garden, just on the outskirts of the town. I think I can stay a few more years, enjoy the wine and good weather before reporting back to Hell.’ He looked down at Aziraphale and gave him a crooked grin. Azizaphale’s eyes darted away and Crowley’s grin only widened. ‘Where are you off to?’

‘I’m not sure. I should probably head back up, check that the reports on Job’s trials don’t mention anything too out of the ordinary.’

Crowley reached out a hand and Aziraphale took it, letting himself be hoisted to his feet. His hand was warm and soft in Crowley’s. They stayed holding hands for a long moment before Aziraphale pulled his hand free and smoothed down his robes.

‘I best be off, then.’ He took a deep breath and began to make a sign in the air.

‘Wait.’

Aziraphale’s hand froze.

Crowley swallowed. ‘What if you came over to my place, to, um, you know, celebrate a job well done.’ Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow and Crowley hurried on. ‘I could cook. Show you some of the finer things the humans have managed to whip up in their kitchens. Would be a shame if you went back to Heaven without trying something other than Ox.’

Aziraphale stared at Crowley for a long moment, lips pursed. Crowley shifted awkwardly, sandaled foot scraping across coarse sand.

‘Fine.’

‘Yeah?’ Crowley couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his face.

‘But no wine, you hear me, Demon?’

Crowley threw up his hands. ‘You have my word.’

Azriaphale rolled his eyes. ‘The word of a demon, I’m sure I can put my utmost trust in that.’

Crowley tilted his head and winked, a sliver of yellow iris and slitted pupil sliding over Aziraphale's face. ‘Be at mine by sundown.’ He turned and started to stroll away.

‘How will I find your house?’ Aziraphale called after him.

Crowley swivelled, walking backwards for a few steps. ‘Follow the snakes. I’ll tell them to point the way.’

He thought he heard a quiet ‘oh, good Lord’ as he turned away and continued his walk towards town.