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o-sachi · 24 days

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Kick It! - Heacanons (Var. WinBre)

ᯓ how would the winbre characters react to an s/o that does taekwondo? ᯓ characters; sakura haruka, suo hayato, kaji ren, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo ᯓ tags; sfw, afab reader, no y/n

Sakura Haruka

"You're cool and all... but let me protect you still..."

He's both impressed and worried about the fact that you can fight.

Of course, he's impressed because you can do the things he does—all that flying and kicking. And even more so since you're his girlfriend.

But he's also worried since you might not need him to protect you anymore. It's so silly but the man just wants to be your knight in shining armor :(

"That kick was pretty good huh?" / "Yeah! It felt good. What's with the long face though?" / "Eh? What do you mean?"

After sparring with him a bit, he comes to terms with it in the end. He can't help but feel a sense of pride watching you move so skillfully.

Although, if you allow yourself to be "protected" every once in a while, he'll appreciate that immensely.

I should add that he's probably not as impressed about the fact that your flexible since he is like that too. To him, it's something normal. He's more fixated on the fact that you can fight.

Suo Hayato

"You got quite a kick there hm? Would be pretty dangerous if I got hit."

Suo practices a martial art himself (Aikido, I believe), so he's quite fond of that similarity between the two of you. He likes that you both have the discipline and determination for it.

He's pretty flexible himself and he achieved that through daily stretches. He'll definitely invite you to do it with him and you can talk about random things as you do.

I'm 100% sure Suo has a big ass house and inside that mansion is a dojo. He'd ask you to come over so that you two can train together and maybe even spar.

"Think you can win against me today, sweet pea?"

He finds it so funny when you try and kick him and all he does is easily evade all of it. Suo would be so cocky—hands behind his back with a silly smile on his face.

But he'll console you and reassure you after that you're good enough as it is. He's just one step ahead of you but that's alright. He insists that he has to be so that he can protect you when the time comes.

Kaji Ren

"You kick like my grandma."

HE IS THE DEFINITION OF TOUGH LOVE. Sure, he's aware you can fight, kick, or whatever. But it's gonna take more than that if you want to hear him compliment you.

He'll make annoying remarks (affectionately, of course). Without knowing it, you're actually pushing yourself to improve even more because you want to earn his approval.

Don't get him wrong though. He is CRAZY proud of you. You don't know it yet, but he brags about you to Kusumi and Enomoto. (Yes, he has threatened them before because they joked about telling you how Kaji would simp).

He's not a dick about it all the time though. He knows when it's too much and when you really can't handle it anymore—he'll comfort you.

"Shhh... you're not bad, okay? Hell, the things I'd give to have someone like you on my team." / "You mean that?" / "Of course I do, angel. Don't be sad, please?"

In sparring, you catch him off-guard a lot because of your flexibility. It allows you to pull off elaborate moves that are quite hard to read.

Umemiya Hajime

"THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND. GO, GIRL. KICK SOME ASS"

NUMBER ONE HYPE MAN! His heart would be swelling with pride every time you showed everyone your skills. He'd hate it if someone suddenly put the spotlight on him instead of his girl.

If you compete officially, you probably have told Ume once or twice to calm down while he's watching from the sidelines. Let's just say he gets a bit too heated...

"Can you believe it? Unanimous decision? Pfft, what a joke." / "Babe, it's fine... I won..." / "So? Doesn't mean they can rob you of your honor like that."

His eyes turn into hearts whenever you ask him to teach you how to fight or ask him for tips. But you quickly realize he might not be the best person to ask because he can't take it seriously (he's still gushing about how you asked him so he's a bit soft with you).

Will mope around when you ask the other guys to ACTUALLY fight with you seriously.

You relent and him if he wants to help you cooldown instead. His smile returns almost instantly. He'll even offer you a footrub after. Such a good boyfriend :(

HIragi Toma

"Hm? Oh... yeah, I guess that was good."

He's like the middle ground between Kaji and Ume. No overflowing praise or tough love. Nothing. Hiragi's so quiet about it.

While he's not good with words, you can tell that he's aware of your skills through subtle signs. You can see how he carefully observes how you move and the little nods of approval he gives you when you do it perfectly.

It has become your goal to become good enough that Hiragi will have no choice but to compliment you. He doesn't know it nor was that his plan.

He will actually refuse to spar with you. While he knows you can hold your ground, he doesn't think he could forgive himself if he hits you too hard by accident. But he'll encourage the other guys to help you get better.

But when you finally get him to agree and kick his ass (affectionately), he feels an odd wave of attraction for you all over again.

"Heh... you're better than I thought."

Togame Jo

"Damn... you got a pretty nasty kick. I think it's better than mine."

You can never ask this man for constructive criticism because he will butter you up no matter what. He'll even tell you that you're way better than him when even a baby can tell the difference in your skill.

"Nah, you gotta believe me when I tell you that kick was amazing." / "I landed on my but, Jo. It was a flop." / "I think you were just too strong." / "Sigh."

When sparring with him, you can tell he's going too easy on you. Sometimes he won't even try. He'll let you win all the time. Unless... you ask him nicely to actually fight like he usually does.

Of course, he whoops your ass with ease. But he'll put you in a bear hug after and tell you how well you did against him. Togame insists that you were one of the toughest opponents he has faced (yeah, right).

I think he's the type of guy to make stupid and suggestive jokes about how flexible you are...

On the flipside, he'd love to be more flexible himself (for fighting, obviously). So he asks you to teach him the kind of stretches/training that you do in order to achieve your level of flexibility. Plus, he just loves learning from you.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N ::: I want Draken to throw me around like I'm a fuckin' ragdoll, beat my ass like I came home late for dinner one too many times, and rail me like it's our last night on earth (but it won't be, obviously because no. I'm not ready for that.) Also, I never go on about stuff I write, but I am quite proud of this. I hope you guys like it! <3

C/W ::: Draken x F.reader, obviously language and overuse of italics (is that even a question with my stuff anymore?), jealousy, distrust, jaw grabbing, wrist grabbing, dragging by wrist, throwing onto bed, spanking, pussy juice and spit swallowing, oral M->F, slight possessiveness but it's for a good reason?, lmk if I missed anything. Thanks!

WC ::: 1,721

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82

You had the day from hell. When you walked in the door of your house, you immediately felt a little better. You could hear your boyfriend talking and laughing. Figuring that he was there with Mikey, Baji or another one of the guys. They'd help cheer you up, for sure.

"I'm h- ... h-hi, honey … I'm home. Who's this?" You asked Ken, trying to maintain a neutral face at the newcomer in your space.

"This is a friend from the bike shop. Shinichiro introduced us." Your face fell. "Hey, I'll catch up with you later, yeah? See you at the shop sometime this week. Thanks for hangin' out, though."

She pursed her lips and pointed at you, giving him the universal sign for 'I hope I didn't get you into any trouble.' Draken shook his head and walked her to the door. "Bye."

And then he turned to you.

"Hi. How was your day." He said, words void of emotion.

You tipped your weight to one hip and crossed your arms. "Great. My day was ... just ... fuckin' great. Thanks for asking. I'm gonna go lay down."

Draken started to follow you. "Great. I could use a nap, too. Let's go." He looked down at your hand pressed against his chest and raised his eyebrows at your blatant disregard at his trying to be with you right now.

"Nnno, alone."

"You really think I'm going to let you get away with this shit? You think I'm going to let you skulk away all pissy-like? C'mere. NOW." He used the tone. The voice that always made you listen. But today you just didn't have it in you to be compliant. "Hey, I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, princess. Get. Your. Ass. Over. Here. Now."

The sheer amount of defiance that coursed through your veins was no match for his absolute authority over you. So you turned on your heel and faced him, but you couldn't make eye contact.

"Good girl. So," he got close to your ear, nudging it with his nose, "you gonna tell me what this shit is all about? You gonna tell me what's bothering my pretty baby so much?" He brushed your hair from your shoulder and kissed your collarbone all the way up to your neck. "Because I don't think anything bad happened here. I was just sitting, talking to a friend, in our house. And you mean to tell me that you have a problem with that? Hm-mm. That's just not going to fly."

You kept your eyes trained on the floor. "Look at me." Draken said. "Fuckin' ... look at me." He pulled you close and grabbed you by the jaw, making you look at him. Your eyes on his. "There's my pretty baby girl. Ok, so what can we do about this seed of doubt that's growing inside that crazy little brain of yours?"

Against any and all control you had over your body, you could feel yourself heating up. The way he was handling this situation that you're blowing way out of proportion. The way he's handling you.

"Come with me. C'mon, let's go." Draken grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the bedroom. You stumbled behind him trying to make it harder for him to get you to follow, but he would always win the game of strength. He's easily twice as strong as you.

He flung you around and threw you down on the bed. "What's your problem? You think that I meet some new girl and I'm going to fuck 'er? You think that because I meet any ... other ... girl ... and that's it? I'm going to turn into some asshole that cheats on the girl he loves? Mm-mm. No. That's not acceptable to me. You should know better than that, princess. I can't believe that you're doubting me." Draken glowered down at you. "You're my girl. That's all there is to it. That being said, I am ALLOWED to talk to other girls. But that doesn't mean anything. That doesn't mean shit. YOU ... are mine. And right now, what's mine, is acting like a real fuckin' brat. And that means that I have to tame that shit out of you. Which is a little - just a little - disappointing. Because I thought I fucked all of that out of you over a year ago. But it just keeps croppin' up, doesn't it? Take your clothes off."

You looked up at him from where you were on the bed. "Wh-," you tried. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Take ... your ... clothes ... off. Did I stutter? No, I don't think so. I need to fuck some sense into you, my jealous baby." A wicked smile crept across his face as he stood there and waited for you to do what he said.

You took your clothes off and as you stood there, feeling more naked in front of him than even the first time he saw you this way, you could feel yourself getting wet. Your cheeks were hot and your belly was now home to more than one butterfly.

"Ok, good, good." He sat down on the edge of the bed and stuck his hand out for you to come to him. "Lay down on my lap, ass up, princess. We're going to reestablish who each of us belongs to and hopefully, hopefully, you will know that your place is right fucking next to me. Always. Not behind me, beside me. Yeah? WITH ... ME. It would appear need to beat some of the brat out of you." He whispered against your shoulder, "Ok, bay ... bee?"

You whimpered against the bedspread as his hand came down on your ass, the sound of his hand slapping the fattest part of you resounding throughout the space. He smoothed his palm over the red mark that was slowly appearing against your skin. "How was that? You feeling any less bratty?"

Raising your head to answer him, he spanked you again. "Ooohhh, too slow, baby. And anyway, I already know the answer is 'no.' So we're no where near done here. Just so you're aware. Do you expect me to just stop talking to my friends? Well, let me clarify ... To other girls? Because that's just crazy.

And, by the way, I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world. You are everything to me. And you're being a little bit of an asshole right now. I'm sorry if you feel insecure or whatever. But I'm not going to give in to your tantrum. Ok? Now lay back down. And let me get to work on you."

He rubbed his hand over your back and you could feel him readjust himself, and then the smack of his hand on your ass came again and again. He leaned forward and kissed the back of your neck, his hand trailing down your spine.

"I love you, princess. I love you ... so fucking much." His fingers dipped inside you and you gasped. "Look at you. You're so fuckin' wet. God, you're such a little slut. You're so wet for me, baby. Good girl. But why is it when I'm beating your ass, trying to teach you a lesson about why you shouldn't be a bad girl, you're suddenly a good girl? I don't know. Do you like this? Do you like when I'm so fuckin' rough with you that you don't know what to do? Hm? I know you like it. I can feel you dripping on my fucking fingers."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. "Suck my fingers, baby. Taste what jealousy tastes like, you little bitch. Yeah, my needy little bitch loves how jealousy tastes, don't you? Huh?"

You moaned against his fingers as he pressed them down against your tongue, your eyes rolling back in your head. "Fuck, you're such a good little slut. Look at you. Such a good girl ... but only when I'm disciplining you. Why is that, do you think? Do you think it's because you like getting spanked? You like being treated like a little baby? You like being my little baby? Yeah, you fuckin' sure do."

Draken pulled you up from the bed and sat you in his lap. He looked around your shoulder and assessed the damage he'd inflicted to your ass, letting out a low whistle. "So, so pretty for me." He smoothed his hands over your heated skin. "But maybe next time I'll make sure that it's a little less ... hm. What do you think, baby?" He asked you, yanking your hair to the side and biting your neck. "What do you think?"

You looked at him with big eyes, pleading with him for more, and he just chuckled. "No, I don't think so, princess. You need to remember who you belong to. And I think that's been established. And now it's time for me to make you cum ... or not. I don't know yet. We'll just have to see where the fuck takes us." He flipped you onto your back and buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit until you were moaning his name.

"Good girl. Good baby. You taste so good. I could eat you forever and ever and never get tired of it." He licked your slit and you felt yourself start to fall apart. "Whose girl are you, now? Whose good girl are you? Say it, say my fuckin' name, princess. Say it!"

You moaned out his name in the most slutty, absolutely fucked voice he had ever heard from you. He smiled into your cunt, though you'd never know that. He couldn't have you knowing that.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! Show me how much you love me! Show me how much you know you belong to me!" He stuck his tongue inside your pussy and flicked it in and out and you couldn't hold on anymore. You came against his face, screaming his name as your body convulsed in pleasure.

He sat up, licking the mess you left away from his face and clenched his jaw, and he nodded as he patted your still twitching cunt.

"Such a good girl. My good girl. Open your mouth, brat. Stick your tongue out." He spit on your tongue and you swallowed it without even being told to. "MY. GOOD. GIRL. Don't you fuckin' forget it."

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 year

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Saving my Angel

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 6.2K

SUMMARY | You are in a toxic relationship with your boyfriend, and even though he's always there for you, Chris can't take it much longer to see you like this. When your boyfriend makes you cut all ties to him, Chris will do everything in his power to make sure you'll get safely to the other side.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Major angst, toxic (ex)boyfriend, abusive (ex)boyfriend against Reader, extreme physical violence used against Reader & Chris, swearing, very degrading talk against Reader, multiple badly broken bones.

A/N | This was a very difficult one to write, but I want everyone who is currently going through it to know, that there is help if you need it. You are stronger than you know, and you will get through this! To everyone who has gone through it, I am so sorry that you had to, but I am so proud of you for making it to the other side 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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''I'm sorry Chris, but I can't do this any longer. I think it's for the best if we don't see each other. If we don't have any contact at all actually,'' you say, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill onto your cheekbones and into your neck. All Chris could do was look at you with a pained look, he was well aware it wasn't your choice to do this, your boyfriend set you up to do this. ''It was an honor to be your friend,'' you say before turning around and walking back to your boyfriend, who was waiting in the car for you to get back. He couldn't believe it, you didn't deserve to be treated like this, nobody did. But especially you, his best friend. The woman he loved more than anyone in this world, you didn't deserve to be treated like trash, because you were the most perfect human being in his eyes. His angel didn't deserve to be treated like that, by someone worth less than nothing.

''I told him, are you happy now?'' you say to Luke, your boyfriend, with a snarky tone. This immediately earned you a slap across your face, making you gasp in both pain and fear. ''Why the fuck do you think you can talk to me like that? You should be thanking me for making you do this, he was trying to take you away from me. And what do I get as a thank you?'' he spat the words out and landed another slap on your face, making the tears that threatened to spill earlier now stream down your face. You didn't want to do this, but he forced you to. He threatened your parents if you didn't do what he said, so you went along with his wishes and told Chris you didn't want to see him anymore. You just ruined a nearly 30-year relationship in a matter of minutes, and that hurt more than anything Luke could ever do to you.

Chris was looking at what happened and saw you getting slapped by the asshole you call your boyfriend. Every bone in his body was aching to do something, but he knew that if he did, he would only make it worse, and he didn't want that to happen to you. He flinched the second time he hit you, and quickly turned around, so he could let his tears flow without anyone seeing. ''I'm so sorry, Angel...'' he whispers to nothing, his tears now falling down his cheeks. ''I'm sorry I couldn't do more to protect you...'' and he sat down on his couch, grabbing his phone, without unlocking it. On his lock screen was a photo of the two of you at the premiere of Captain America: The First Avenger. The two of you looked so incredibly happy in that moment, and he thinks back to all the fond memories you have, like the moments you came to visit him on set whenever you had the chance. All of his costars took an immediate liking to you, just like he had almost 3 decades ago. All of that was gone within a matter of minutes.

Luke quickly pulled the car away from the curb, but that didn't stop you from seeing Chris' face before he left, you saw the hurt in his eyes and knew he witnessed all of it. Your cheek was throbbing and burning from the pain, when you were home you would just get some ice to get the swelling down. ''I can't believe you're such an ungrateful bitch, I just did you a fucking favor!'' he yelled at you, and you looked out your window, not wanting to face him now. You were well aware this couldn't go on any longer this way, but you were also too afraid to do something about it, so you stayed with him to keep him happy. Just like the last 4 years, you stayed with him to make sure he wouldn't hurt you, but it would only get worse and worse.

The relationship started perfectly fine, nothing overly crazy or anything like that. The two of you met at your old job and were working together frequently. During this time, you two grew fond of each other and started a relationship. It seemed like a perfect relationship on the outside, but what no one knew is that after about 6 months, everything completely turned around. He started getting mad faster, swearing more and calling you ungrateful. About 6 more months after that he started to get physically abusive, grabbing your bicep and squeezing if you didn't do what he wanted, hitting you in your face, ribs, on your legs, everywhere he could reach, and eventually that led to getting slapped in the face too. When all that still wasn't enough for him, he made you stop seeing your family and friends, and as a last effort today, he made you stop seeing Chris, the person you leaned on most when it got too much.

Now, you have absolutely nothing left. Nowhere to go, no one to talk to. Luke took everything away from you, and somehow it would never be enough for him. A few tears escape your eyes, and you pray that he won't notice, it would usually end badly for you when he saw you cry after what he did to you. God, you needed Chris now, but that wouldn't be an option anymore. He would be someone in your past now, a chapter you would always look back on with fond memories. But no new ones would be formed, not with him. From now on, he was out of your life, because of your boyfriend's jealousy. Nothing ever happened between you and Chris, but that didn't sink in with him, he was positive you were cheating on him with Chris. But you would never do that to anyone, not even after everything he had done to you.

~ The night Chris came to your rescue ~

''I can't fucking believe you, Y/N, why would you do this to me?!'' Luke yelled at you, for the umpteenth time, yet you didn't know what you did wrong. ''Why the fuck would you go to his house, when I told you you weren't allowed to go there?'' he spat the words in your face, ending it with a hard slap across the face, to emphasize his point. ''I-, I don't know,'' is all you could manage to say before he pulled you up from the couch and squeezed your arm until you could feel the bones in your underarm snap, making you scream out in agony. ''That is what you deserve for being such a whore, you're nothing more than a cheap fucking whore,'' he said with a chuckle and a grin on his face. He was enjoying this way too much. He pushed you away and you fell to the floor, trying to scramble away but there wasn't much space for you to go.

''Where does my fucking whore think she's going? You have nowhere to go, do you? Such a lonely little bitch you are. Good, because you are right where you need to be,'' he said with a layer of disgust laced throughout his words. He wanted you all for himself, do whatever he wanted to you whenever he wanted. When you said no, he had reached his breaking point, and so did most of your bones. He kicked you multiple times in the ribs, and the scream you let out wasn't even human anymore, the sound of more bones cracking ringing through your head. ''I- I'm sorry...'' you said sobbing, feeling pain everywhere at once, barely able to breathe. He wasn't done with you yet and put his foot with a heavy boot on it on your leg, making sure you couldn't walk away from him. When the bone snapped, you screamed another animalistic groan, right before the door was barged in by the police.

Luke tried to run away, but he didn't stand a single chance of going away. When he got dragged away he managed to get in more kick towards you, landing on your jaw, breaking it too. By now, the pain was so overwhelming you were unconscious, but there was a medical team helping you on a gurney, before taking you to the hospital. The police found your wallet and your ID, making sure they knew who they were bringing into the hospital. The ride there wasn't pretty, you lost a lot of blood, and all of the breaks were very nasty. At the hospital, you were immediately rushed into emergency surgery, so they could get you fixed up as much as would be possible at that point, but they already knew you were going to need multiple surgeries. One of the nurses called your emergency contact, and that person was at the hospital in less than 20 minutes. Chris would always show up when you needed him most.

''My name is Chris Evans, I'm here for Y/N Y/L/N, I got called because I'm her emergency contact,'' he tells the man behind the front desk, and he looks up some information. ''She's in surgery right now, but you can wait in the waiting room. As soon as we have more information, a doctor will come and find you,'' he said, pointing him towards the waiting area of the emergency room. The first surgery took about 6 hours and didn't exactly go according to plan, you coded a few times and lost a lot of blood, but for now, you were stable and alive. That's all Chris could care about right now, he wanted his Angel to be alive. When the doctor told him what had happened, and how you were doing, he couldn't help but start crying. By the time you were back in your room and settled for a little bit, he was allowed in and he started sobbing next to you. ''Oh my fucking god, Angel, what did he do to you?!'' he said between sobs, taking your hand softly into his, giving it a soft kiss to show him you were safe now, he was with you.

When you were finally coming back to consciousness, Chris was sleeping by your side, so you squeezed his hand a little to show him you were awake. He didn't sleep all that deep, so he woke up almost instantly. ''Angel, you're alive...'' is all he could get out before tears were streaming down his face out of pure relief. He was extremely grateful his Angel was still alive, his best friend made it to the other side. ''I came as soon as they called me, Luke is currently locked up. Your neighbors called the cops and I'm glad they did, otherwise, I might not have you here right now,'' he explained. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, you were eternally grateful for your neighbors, that they dared to call even though they were well aware of what Luke was capable of. You tried to talk but you had your mouth wired shut, to help your broken jaw.

''Don't talk Angel, they had to wire your jaw shut, he broke your bottom jaw, so for it to heal properly they had to do that. You also have both the bones in your right lower arm broken, as well as 5 ribs, and your tibia is broken too. He did a number on you this time, and I wish I was there to stop him this time...'' he said, but all you could do is put your hand on his and look at him. You wanted to tell him you would be okay, you wanted to tell him how much you love him, but he knew. Chris knew damn well how you felt about him. ''I love you, Angel, I always have and always will,'' he said before getting up and placing a small kiss on your forehead, signifying to you that it will be okay now that he's here with you. ''When you're allowed to go home, I will take you to my house, so you can recover with both me and Dodger. You don't ever have to go back to your apartment, I promise,'' he said. But he knew it was one he wouldn't be able to keep, not as long as Luke would be free once more.

After a week in the hospital, you were finally allowed to go home, after being carefully instructed how to take care of yourself, but it would be Chris who would be doing most of the caring for you. ''Ready to go home, Angel?'' he asks and gives you a look full of adoration, proud of how well you're doing in your recovery so far. You nod slowly and Chris pushes your wheelchair out of the room and thanks all the nurses for the good care they gave you. When he wheeled you out of the hospital, you got tears in your eyes, the realization of what happened finally dawning on you a little bit. Chris notices you tensing up a little, and puts his hand on your shoulder, showing you he's still there. This simple gesture makes you lose the battle against your tears as they slowly slide down your face and onto your neck. He keeps walking you to his car, when you're there he places the wheelchair in such a way that he can help you get in.

When the wheelchair is on its brakes, Chris opened the car door and went to your side, going to pick you up. ''I'm so sorry Angel, but I'm going to have to pick you up and it's probably going to hurt. Try and hook your arm around my neck and I'll try to be as careful as possible,'' and he wasn't lying. It did hurt, making you whine out pretty loud at the pain, and your face scrunches at the feeling of his arms on your body. ''I'm so so sorry, I am...'' he said when he put you down. When you were buckled in he started folding the wheelchair and put it in the trunk of his car, so you could use it again at home whenever you needed it. When he sat down at the driver's side of the car, he looked at you and you were just looking out your window, not wanting to be reminded what happened, but you wouldn't be able to escape it. You would never be able to escape what Luke did to you. Chris drove the both of you to his house and helped you out of his car and into your wheelchair. At this moment you were extremely grateful his house didn't have steps in front of his door, unlike yours. He could just wheel you into the house.

''Hey Dodger, we have to be very careful with Y/N for a while, buddy!'' he said as the dog came running up to them, shortly followed by Scott, who has been taking care of him for the last week when Chris was with you in the hospital. ''Oh fuck, it's even worse than I thought...'' Scott whispered when he saw you, and you saw the pained look on his face. All you did was nod a little, you couldn't do much else. Dodger walked slowly up to you and wanted to get some love, so you extended the hand that you could still use, softly petting him on his head. You were grateful for all three of the boys currently standing around you, wanting to help you wherever they could. ''I got it from here, Scott,'' Chris said and he said goodbye to his brother, thanking him again for looking after Dodger. He wished you a good recovery before walking out the door. ''I had Scott set up a bed in the living room, so you don't have to go up and down the stairs to sleep,'' he said, wheeling you to it. You signaled you wanted to lay down for a while, and he softly helped you into the bed, pulling on his sleeve notifying you wanted Chris to lay with you for a while and soon Dodger joined as well. You hadn't slept so well in years as you did now.

~ The night something shifted within you ~

''Luke?'' you started, asking for your boyfriend's attention. He hummed notifying me he was listening. ''Ava just asked if I wanted to go to the club with her and Isabelle,'' you say, showing him the message she just send you. ''Can I go?'' you ask, feeling stupid about the fact that you asked him permission to do something, but you didn't want to not do it, the consequences would be worse than the last time you ended up in the hospital. ''Where are you going? And who else is coming?'' he asked, always wanting to know where you were and with who. Sometimes he'd even show up unannounced to make sure you weren't lying to him. You never were, but it still made you feel very worthless some nights. As if you couldn't take care of yourself, but he always argued he did it for your safety, ''I'm just looking out for you sweetheart, it's for your own good,'' he would say. And at some point, you almost started to believe him. Almost. ''We're going to Joe's Pub, and I'll just be going with Ava and Isabelle. We're going for a few drinks, nothing more. I'll be home before midnight,'' you say to him. ''Okay, you can go, but you better not be meeting someone else while you're out there!'' he said with some anger laced in his voice.

You texted them you were in, and changed into a dress you knew Luke would approve of, he bought it for you after all. You picked out your floral, short sleeve dress and paired it with a pair of black Converse, simple jewelry, and minimal make-up. You looked perfectly fine for a few drinks with friends, and you showed your outfit to Luke, who approved. ''Looking beautiful, sweetheart,'' he said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. You didn't kiss him back, but he didn't seem to notice. Ever since he picked you up from Chris' house a year ago, it hadn't been the same between the two of you. Both Chris and Luke got into a huge argument, and it turned physical when Luke swung his fist toward Chris. Luckily you were able to pull the pair apart, but not without getting a few more punches yourself in the process. After this, you went with Luke, since you didn't have a choice. You didn't want him to hurt you, but even more, you didn't want Chris to get hurt. You had convinced yourself you deserved everything he did to you, but not Chris. He didn't need to be dragged into this.

When it was time to go out the door and towards Joe's Pub, you called an Uber and Luke walked to the car with you, making sure the Uber Driver is taking you where you said you were going. But he already knew you were going to check up on you later, he didn't trust you not to go meet with another guy when you're there. ''Have fun sweetheart, and don't drink too much!'' he said in a mocking tone before the Uber drove off. It was a short ride to the pub, and once you arrived you found both Ava and Isabelle already there. You hugged them, happy to see both of them again after not being outside the house alone for a few months. Usually, Luke came everywhere with you, never letting you go nowadays, so you were glad he did let you go alone, although you had the suspicion he would turn up later tonight like he used to do. You got drinks for all three of you and when you were waiting at the bar, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

''Looking gorgeous tonight, Angel!'' Chris said with a deep voice and you quickly turned around to face him. You extended your arms to hug him, and he happily hugged you back, you haven't seen him in a while since he was away to film another movie for a couple of months. ''Oh my god, you're back!'' you say excitedly and can't believe he's here, right now with you. ''How was filming?'' you ask and he tells you it went well, but it wasn't the same without you there on set. ''Everyone on set missed you, you know. They asked if you would be coming to visit, but I told them you were busy with work...'' he said, and you heard the sadness in his voice. Usually, you loved to come to visit him and his friends on set, especially when he was filming Marvel movies. ''I'm sorry, I couldn't-'' is all you said, but he knew what you were going to say. Luke wouldn't have allowed you to see him on set. Chris was well aware of the way he thought about him, especially since the night the two of them had the fight when he came to get you from his house. ''It's okay, angel. It isn't your fault,'' he said.

''Put her drinks on my tab, please,'' he told the bartender when you were going to pay for them. ''Chris, you don't have to do that!'' you said, but he didn't want to hear it. ''It's my treat, to celebrate your night out without him for once,'' he said with a wink. You thank him and walked back to your friends, who were looking with slack jaws at the fact that you just hugged Chris fucking Evans. ''DID YOU JUST-'' ''YOU KNOW CHRIS EVANS?!'' they both said at the same time. You have told them about your friend named Chris, just never that it was him. You were used to the fact that he was famous, but you knew him since you were kids, so it wasn't weird for you. ''Oh yeah. I'm used to it, I've known him since we were kids,'' you said and shrugged it off. The girls, however, would not let it go. ''Could you maybe introduce us to him? Can we ask him for an autograph or a selfie?'' They asked both very excited. This is something you would never get used to however, this is exactly why you didn't tell them you were friends with him. With a sigh, you told them you would see what you could do, and you looked around the pub trying to find him.

Eventually, you found him in the back of the pub at a table with Scott, Carly, and Shanna, which you all haven't seen in forever. When Chris saw you he immediately waved you over to the table. ''Oh my god you guys, I missed you all so much!'' you exclaimed when you saw his siblings and there were a lot of hugs exchanged. Scott hugged you just a little tighter and longer, especially after seeing what Luke had done after you came back from the hospital. ''It's good to see you again, Squeak,'' and you heard the worry throughout his voice. ''Scott, I'm okay, I promise,'' you said before letting go. ''Did you want to join us? You're more than welcome to, you know,'' Chris offered, but you said you were here with your friends. ''Speaking of them, they wanted to know if I could ask you for a favor, but it's okay if you say no. They want to know if they could maybe get a selfie with you or an autograph since they found out I'm friends with you,'' you said, a little bit of outrage through your tone. You hated asking this of him, but you also probably knew he would say yes. ''Of course Angel, anything for you,'' he said and he got up. ''I promise I'll bring him back to you soon. It was nice seeing you all again,'' you said before walking after Chris.

He found your friends and you practically saw them melt right then and there when he talked to them. He took a selfie with both of them and he signed both their phone cases, after getting a sharpie from the bartender. ''Thank you so much, you're amazing!'' they said at the same time, and you couldn't help but laugh at it. ''I'll see you later, Angel,'' Chris said and kissed you on the cheek, but he would regret that immediately. ''WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY GIRL? Didn't I tell you to stay the fuck away from her, you asshole?!'' Luke said before shoving Chris away from you. ''Luke, don't-'' is all you said before he slapped you square across the face, and this made Chris see white, instantly swinging himself towards Luke, and punching him wherever he could reach. The fight really got out of hand and Scott finally managed to pull Chris off of Luke with 2 bartenders, and Luke was pulled away by 3 other customers. The last bartender called 911, saying they needed police and an ambulance over at the bar. When they arrived both Luke and Chris were taken into police custody, but released soon after.

Tonight's events shifted something inside you, you had the realization this couldn't go on like this any longer. ''What the fuck were you thinking?!'' you yelled at Luke and started crying, you couldn't believe he is such a horrible person. You found a glass vase and threw it at his head, you were so angry you didn't care anymore. This was a huge mistake, since Luke grabbed your arm and broke the bones again, just like the last time, but he didn't let you go to the hospital. He made you swear right then and there that you would break every form of contact with Chris. ''I can't fucking believe you would cheat on me with that asshole,'' he said, but you didn't have it in you to argue anymore. ''I'm sorry,'' is all you could get out, sounding broken. You didn't have it in you to fight, so you decided to do whatever he wanted, so you wouldn't get hurt again. When he took you to Chris' house a few days later, you walked to his door with lead in your shoes. You knew you were going to throw away a 30-year friendship over a toxic relationship. And even though you knew how wrong it was, you couldn't stop yourself, he would kill you if you did.

~ The night you won the battle ~

Not being able to talk to Chris was killing you inside. Luke made you block his phone number, and his e-mail account, and you had to block him on every single social media account you had. Everywhere you went, Luke went with you. You had to start working from home because you couldn't hide your bruises, your wounds, and your broken bones from your colleagues. This meant you were completely cooped up in your apartment every second and every minute of every day. Even though you did exactly what Luke wanted you to, it still wasn't enough, and you just couldn't give anymore. Your breaking point was officially reached after 5 years of this abuse. After not speaking to or seeing Chris for over a year. You knew he wouldn't forget about you, just like you never forgot him, but it still hurts that you dragged him into your mess. And you were both paying for it. Because Chris never stopped looking out for you, even though he didn't get to see you anymore. He knew you went to your mailbox every single afternoon at the same time now, and he slipped a letter in there one day. Don't let him find this is all it said on the front in Chris' handwriting, and you hid the letter when you walked back up to the apartment. You handed him all the letters, so he could see who you received letters from and about what.

That night, when you went to the bathroom when Luke was watching tv, you found the letter that you hid on your bedside table, where he wouldn't find it. You softly opened it, and when you saw the words on the page, you couldn't stop the tears from falling.

My Angel,

I want to let you know that I miss you deeply, not being able to talk to you hurts me so much. I miss your smile, your laugh, and the way the lines around your eyes crinkle every time you laugh at one of my stupid jokes. I miss your hugs, I miss your voice, and I miss the way you can make me laugh without even trying. But most of all, I miss your love. I miss you, Angel. I want you to know that I am doing in my power to get you out of the situation you're in because this isn't healthy for you. You never deserved to be treated like this.

On the bottom of this letter is a phone number I want you to rip off and remember. If you ever get the chance to call it, I will be there to answer it, no matter what. It is specially reserved for you, so I will be there whenever you need me. I will come and save you, no matter where I am or what time it is. I love you, and I will always be there for you.

For now, I need you to hold on just a little longer. I miss you, and I will see you soon again, my Angel.

Love,

Your Bubba.

Knowing that Chris would still want to help you no matter what gave you the strength to stand up to Luke once and for all. You ripped the letter up in small pieces and flushed it down the toilet so Luke would never find it, and you walked into the living room, ready to confront him. ''This needs to stop,'' you say and gesture between you and him. ''What the fuck are you talking about?'' he sneered at you. ''The way you treat me, Luke. This is stopping now because I'm not a fucking toy you can play with when it suits you, and throw me away when you're done with me,'' and it felt so good to finally tell him how you feel. All of these years you pushed it away, but Chris' letter made you snap out of it. You were stupid for going along with it all this time. All the pain, all the broken bones, all the violence, and the isolation. That was the worst of it all. ''You fucking hurt me every chance you got, and it has to stop!'' you yell at him and tears start to flow. ''I never deserved to be treated like this, hell, you never even deserved ME,'' you spat out as you started throwing stuff at his head. All your anger coming out all at once.

When you heard sirens coming closer, you knew your neighbors called the cops again, and you were thankful, because you don't know how much longer you could do this. But something inside you had shifted a long time ago, and it would finally be over. You would be free, and the thought of that is what kept you going. The thought of seeing Chris again is what kept you going all this time. ''You're such a stupid bitch, you know that?'' Luke said laughing and he launched himself towards you, but he didn't get far before the police kicked down the door and got a hold of him. When they got him you sank to your knees, sobbing uncontrollably at the fact that it is finally over. This chapter in your life is finally done. You were officially free, and you couldn't believe it. It was still so unreal, but you couldn't stop sobbing right now. When a female police officer sat down next to you, you leaned into her and she softly held you in her arms, letting you get out every single emotion you need to. ''C-Can I b-borrow your p-phone? I- I need to call s-someone,'' you stutter out and she agreed.

Quickly you punched in the number Chris gave you, and within 3 rings he picked up. ''Angel, are you okay?'' Chris said worried. ''It's over, Bubba, he's gone,'' is all you said before you burst out in uncontrollable sobs again. Chris was currently away to film another movie in LA, but that didn't matter. You needed him most, so he took the first flight out to Boston, to you. When the police officers left, your neighbors - Max and Stella - took you in, and took care of you after everything. They called the cops, and have always been there for you. ''We're so sorry all of this happened, Y/N. You never deserved any of it,'' Max said, while Stella was soothing you. For the past few days, you never stopped crying, even though the police updated you and said Luke would be going to prison for good. You were incredibly relieved, but the one thing that was still missing was your best friend. He was all you needed right now. Not even 24 hours later, he stood in front of your door, knocking on it.

''Angel, are you in there? Are you safe?'' he kept banging on the door, and Stella went to him. ''I assume you're here for Y/N?'' she asked. ''Do you know where she is?'' he asked, tears welling up in his eyes. ''She's safe, and she is with us. We live next door, we were the ones to call the cops a few nights ago and she has been staying with us ever since,'' she explained, and Chris let out a huge sigh of relief. ''Can I see her...?'' he asked, and she led him to their apartment. ''Y/N? There is someone here to see you,'' is all she said, and Chris stepped out from behind her. ''Bubba? You came...?'' you said, tears still flowing down your cheeks at a steady pace. ''You called, so, of course, I'm here. I'm here to save my Angel as I promised,'' and you quickly ran to him and into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. ''I- I-'' is what you could say, but Chris knew exactly what you were going to say. ''You don't need to apologize, Angel, you're safe with me now. It's not your fault, I promise,'' he said and the two of you stood there for a good while, but neither Max nor Stella minded. They saw how much you needed him, and they let the two of you be.

''Did you want to stay here, or do you want to stay at my place?'' Chris asked you. ''As much as I love it here, I think I'm gonna stay with you for a while,'' you said with a little smile, you already felt like enough of a bother towards Max and Stella the last few days. ''I can not thank both of you enough for taking me in and taking care of me. I am deeply grateful for both of you and even though I probably won't see you guys again, I want you to know that it meant the world to have you two as my neighbors,'' you said and gave each one of them a big hug as a thank you. ''We understand, Y/N, we're just glad you finally got out of that place,'' Max said, and after saying your last goodbyes, you went back to your apartment to get most of your clothing and other important stuff, before leaving for good. Everything else is stuff you didn't want or need, and someone else could take care of it, you never wanted to set foot in that place again.

When you were back at Chris' house, you found that Scott, Carly, Shanna, and Lisa were all there, welcoming you back after everything that happened. After more than 30 years, you were part of their family now. ''I love all of you guys so much,'' you said as you grabbed every single one of them for a big hug, not letting go for several minutes with each of them. They all stayed over for dinner and everyone watched a movie afterwards. You cuddled up to Chris, and none of them mentioned it. The two of you were always close, but they were also well aware you just needed to be with him right now. ''Thank you again for saving me, Chris,'' you whispered, and Chris got a small smile on his lips. ''Anything for you, my Angel,''. You fell asleep during the movie and Chris didn't move you, not even when everyone went home. The two of you stayed right there on that couch until the morning, when Dodger jumped onto the couch and into your lap, waking you up. ''Hi Dodge, I missed you too,'' you said and Chris was very happy right now. His best friend was back, and he would never let anything happen to you ever again.

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans x y/n #chris evans angst

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I read your meta on the manipulation the Metatron used on Aziraphale, and it was such a great essay laying out every detail. When I watched the end of the episode it was early morning for me and I was super tired and I missed a lot of those details. What did manage to come through in my sleepy mind, was that I was very confused about Why This Happened? As in, I understand now that Az was manipulated, I definitely agree with that analysis, but I don't understand yet if this decision was foreshadowed anywhere in the first 5 and a half episodes. I haven't rewatched the season yet (too busy reading meta lol) but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on that?

I just feel like, other than Aziraphale saying in the first episode that it's nice sometimes to tell someone about something good you've done, now that he's not reporting to heaven, Az doesn't actually seem to care all that much in the present day about his old allegiance. I wonder if maybe that's part of the point? He didn't want Heaven anymore and so he wasn't thinking about it? After all, the show begins with Aziraphale enjoying his new life. As the interviews said, he's living his best life. Good music, good food, and the love of his life.

Because if that's genuinely the case, then perhaps the point of the season is that the soft gentle romance of the first five episodes is Who They Are, and it's just that Aziraphale was rushed and manipulated into something he genuinely did not want even a little bit.

Or maybe he always thought he could fix it, because of the Before The Beginning where Crowley said, "If I was in charge, I'd want people to ask questions." Maybe that planted a seed in Azi's mind. Maybe Azi does want to run Heaven, only in a way that Crowley could be proud of it again. Fix it FOR Crowley. Even though Crowley doesn't want that (and Azi maybe doesn't understand that yet).

I came into your askbox intending to ask a simple question about your thoughts, but I have instead written an essay and asked for one in return. Consider it a quick temptation lol

Temptation accomplished hehe - though a little later than I'd have liked. No though genuinely I love this sort of thing a lot and really appreciate all of it. Anyone please feel free to do this at any time!

But uh so. Since that first meta I've done a lot of stuff breaking down that last scene here and also breaking down Aziraphale and the minisodes from this season here. Both of these operate ascribing to the idea that Aziraphale has been threatened into pseudo compliance on top of the active manipulation the Metatron was doing to him. I'll admit this is the theory I currently favor. But, while that's something I find more thematically interesting and also in more narrative alignment, I do still think there's narrative weight to this on its own.

And I think in the case you've got it dead on with the idea of fixing Heaven FOR Crowley.

Most significantly I think this is viable in the way Aziraphale views Crowley. Like. We know he thinks Crowley is Good and that he has thought this for a very very long time. Arguably his instincts have been telling him this since even before he could consciously put it into words given that even as early as Eden he was being honest with Crowley - a thing he even then did not feel he could do with God Herself. Despite being Fallen, Crowley is safe. Crowley is right. Crowley is Good.

Despite is important here. Because it is notably not and. The lesson being taught here is not that Hell can be Good. In fact Crowley himself actively encourages this idea. I'm not taking you to Hell because you wouldn't like it. My lot don't send rude notes. I need a weapon that could destroy me to keep me safe from Hell. I'm a demon: I lie. A demon could get in a lot of trouble for doing the right thing. I'm a demon, demons aren't nice- You're an angel you can't be tempted. You're an angel - you can't do the wrong thing. All of these things in culmination with the way Crowley talks about his Fall to Aziraphale - I didn't really Fall just sauntered vaguely downward - sets Crowley up as unique in the way he transcends what he is.

Meanwhile Aziraphale has been learning the hard, slow way that the people running Heaven do not necessarily have good intentions and more critically that they are not in alignment with what God actually wants. The problem is the management. The angel who would become Crowley said as much himself.

He has every reason to believe they fix it together too. He now knows that together they can perform archangel tier miracles while they're both actively trying to hold back. He knows that even when they're making mistakes and fumbling through the apocalypse they can help defy the world ending. He knows that they are perhaps the only two beings alive that even remotely understand God's will.

So here's Aziraphale given the opportunity to put himself in charge along with theoretically the single most Good being he's ever met. Of course that's appealing. You could give the person you love the power to create again - something we are explicitly shown at the beginning of this season to bring the angel that would become Crowley more joy and delight than we have literally ever seen Crowley have on screen - and the power to create a world together that actually deserves to have that person? You could undo something that you've slowly been coming to terms with believing should have never been done to him in the first place? You could be Adam, rewriting the end of the world and making it so the Bookshop never burned. All you need to do is change the color of the paint job.

Because he'd never change Crowley. He loves Crowley. Crowley is Good already it's not about making him better. The bit with the Bentley is the scene this season that encapsulates this sort of worldview most. Aziraphale changes the color of the car (which is being presented to us as literally physically linked to Crowley) but not the model. He changes how it looks just like Crowley changes into angel wear without a second thought. Neither change the core of what they are, just the aesthetics. And Crowley is always trying on new aesthetics without letting them change who he is. From Az's perspective why would this be any different?

He doesn't realize that sometimes even if you make it so a Bookshop never burnt that doesn't mean the memory of it doing so ever leaves. You still line the shop with fire extinguishers. You still swap to battery operated candles. The memory lingers as they always seem to do.

Crowley can't ever go back. Won't ever go back. Because the trauma of the Fall draws a clearer line for him both in his own identity and in his worldview than it ever could for Aziraphale who came to his own much more slowly. And because of that it's easy to see a reading of Aziraphale that can't see the specific way what he's saying eats at all Crowley's insecurities because all he can see is what they're capable of together and how that aligns with the greater good. It's all part of God's plan, just like they've always been.

#good omens #gos2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #i still prefer the lying theory but i can definitely wrap my head around where this version of Az would be coming from #answers #good omens meta #sure lets throw that tag on #aziraphale #crowley

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The end of loneliness 2/7

Chapter Summary

Professor Crowley finds it hard to concentrate on his lessons after spending the night with Aziraphale. Even if it was just a one-night stand, he can't stop thinking about his one-night lover.

So much so that he imagines all sorts of solutions to find Aziraphale.

But fate sometimes has surprises in store...

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As soon as he entered the coffee shop, Aziraphale saw Muriel sitting at a table in the back, waving their arms to let him know they were there.

He went to the counter to order his breakfast, and when he had it, he joined them.

Once he was near them, he said softly as he sat down in front of them, "Good morning, Muriel.

"Hi Zira!"

He couldn't help but smile in amusement at the diminutive name his new friend had given him.

When he'd introduced himself during their first Modern Literature class together, Muriel had said bluntly, "Well, I'm going to call you Zira, if that's okay with you, of course, because Aziraphale, while lovely, is way toooooooo long!"

Aziraphale had immediately agreed, because even though he didn't hate his name, well, not really, sometimes he felt it like a shackle fastened to his foot.

"Aziraphale, my boy, you bear the name of an angel, so you must act like one. You must prevent evil from tarnishing you and stay pure. If you don't, hell awaits you."

For a long time, Aziraphale had done everything in his power to conform to the rules laid down by his mother and her church. To live up to his name. To be the perfect angel. Until one day he opened his eyes and realized that the principles he had to follow were making him hate a part of himself, and worse, they were making him hate himself.

"So have you been to Serenity?"

Muriel's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he saw them so excited they couldn't even sit down.

Smiling mischievously, he simply replied, "Yes, I was there."

Muriel, seeing that he had no intention of saying more, sighed.

"I won't have to worm it out of you, will I?

Aziraphale only replied with a smile.

Muriel took a sip of their coffee, then clapped their hands after putting down their cup before saying, "Okay, so you were at Serenity last night, and when I called you this morning, you weren't alone. Does that mean you met someone there?"

Aziraphale nodded and again answered simply, "Yes."

His friend insisted, "And what were they like?"

Aziraphale replied, "He was..."

Then he paused, realizing that in all the things he'd revealed to Muriel, he'd never mentioned his preferences.

But he'd decided not to hide anymore, so he continued, "He was very nice.

Muriel replied, "So?"

Seeing his friend's reaction, or rather non-reaction, Aziraphale breathed a small sigh of relief that Muriel, being perceptive, didn't miss.

Aziraphale's friend placed a hand on his arm and said gently, "It's all right, Zira, after our first conversation, when you opened up to me about what brought you here, I more or less guessed where your interest lay. And even so, I wouldn't have been surprised or even shocked. We love who we love, we are who we are. As for me, I love you very much and I am very proud of you.

Aziraphale couldn't hold back a small gasp as it was the first time anyone had known and approved of who he was. Much more moved than he could express, he simply nodded. Muriel squeezed his arm gently before continuing in a lighter tone, "Don't think we're changing the subject. I want to know more about HIM."

Then, a little more seriously, they added, "I mean, if you don't mind talking to me about it, of course."

Aziraphale, a little embarrassed but encouraged by his friend's sincerity, wanted to confide in them anyway. Leaning forward, he said in a slightly lower voice, "First of all, HE is incredibly handsome, and when I say handsome, it's because I don't have an accurate adjective to describe him. Let's just say he's the stuff dreams are made of."

"Aw..."

Muriel giggled and kicked thei feet under the table as Aziraphale continued to tell them how the evening had gone, at least as far as he could remember. Of course, he didn't go into detail about the night itself, but his blissful expression at the mention of it was enough to give Muriel enough indication that it had been more than pleasant.

Just as he finished his story, his friend asked, "And will you see him again?"

Aziraphale's expression was sad as he shook his head before answering.

"No, it was just a one night stand."

"Oh, that's too bad."

Muriel gave him a little kick under the table and added, "But you told me he was a regular at Serenity, so who knows? Maybe if you go back, what's a one-night stand could turn into more?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "I don't know. Last night was easy, we both knew what we wanted. At least I know what he wanted. It was clearly just a one-night stand to stave off loneliness. So trying to get more, I don't know. I don't think he's interested. Honestly, we're not in the same league at all. What would a guy like him want with someone like me?"

Muriel gave him another kick under the table, this time much stronger.

"Ouch! What's the matter with you?"

Muriel pointed a finger at him and said in a scolding tone, "You're going to stop talking bad about yourself right now. I've only known you for a short time, and I can already tell that you're an extraordinary person. You're adorable and very kind. You said you wanted to turn your back on your past, so I think you really need to forget everything you've been told. I don't know this guy, but I know that whoever he is, you are worthy of him. Because you're you."

Aziraphale, again speechless and moved by the way Muriel spoke of him, thought for a few moments in silence before replying, "I don't know, Muriel. In any case, I've had a good time tonight, and that's more than I could have asked for. As for the rest, we'll see."

He emptied his cup and grabbed his bag.

"We have to go, classes start soon."

Muriel just nodded and told him gently as they followed him, "Just don't close a door that's just been opened."

**********

A ringing jolted Anthony awake and he wondered for a few seconds where he was. As he fumbled for his phone, memories began to come back to him.

"Crowley, are you awake? I just need to know your schedule for the classroom occupation."

It was Nina, a colleague and friend.

Shaking off the fog of sleep, he replied, "Morning... yes, the schedule is ready."

"With the class list?"

"Yes, with the list.... Yes, it is. See you later. "

"See you!"

Anthony put his phone back on the nightstand and sat up in bed before turning to face the most adorable sight imaginable.

The man he'd just spent the night with was standing in front of him, blushing, hiding part of his anatomy with his clothes and looking everywhere but at Anthony.

In a hesitant voice he said, "Ahem.... uh... Good morning... uh."

Realizing that his one-night lover didn't know his first name, he chuckled slightly and replied, "Anthony.

"Well, uh... Good morning, Anthony."

"Good morning...? I don't think you told me your name either. "

"It's... Aziraphale."

"I've never heard of that name, but it's really nice. It suits you anyway. So, Aziraphale, did you sleep well?"

The other man blushed adorably at the compliment and nodded before turning away, seemingly searching for something. When Anthony was confronted with the second most beautiful sight imaginable, he realized what the other man must be looking for and after looking around, called out, "Aziraphale?

Aziraphale turned sharply.

"Yes?"

"I think I found what you're looking for."

Anthony reached for the boxers he'd just seen on his side of the bed and held them out to the other man. Aziraphale took them, blushing, but Anthony couldn't help but hold them back as he said, "I didn't see them last night in the dim light, but... really? Tartan?"

He realized he'd cut Azirapale to the quick when he snatched the garment out of Anthony's hand and replied, "Tartan is stylish."

Anthony, not wanting them to part with the wrong impression, crept up behind Aziraphale and, placing a hand on his shoulder, said gently, "Hey, I wasn't mocking you. In fact, I think it's kind of sweet."

What Anthony realized was true. In fact, everything about his one-night stand was sweet. He shook his head and stood up.

"I'm going to go freshen up in the bathroom."

When he came out a few moments later and saw that the other man was almost finished getting dressed, he couldn't resist his instinct and spontaneously asked, "Would you like some breakfast?"

Sadly, he saw the other man shake his head and Anthony felt the need to justify himself, "Maybe it was a strange thing to ask. I... one-night stands aren't my habit, so I don't really know the rules. Sorry."

"Well, as you know, it's not my habit either. So I don't know any more than you do, and I don't know if it's strange to ask. But if I say no, it's because I promised a friend that I would meet them for breakfast."

Anthony, a little disappointed, nodded before saying as he approached, "Well... uh, Aziraphale, that was... that was nice."

What an idiot, it was more than nice. It was the best night he'd had since... he didn't want to think about it.

"Yes, it, uh, it was. Thank you."

Anthony shook his head.

"I'm the one thanking you."

They exchanged an awkward smile, then Aziraphale held out his hand.

"Goodbye, Anthony."

"Goodbye, Aziraphale. Take care."

Then Anthony watched his one-night lover walk toward the door, and the sound of it closing made him realize it was all over.

"Professor? Professor Crowley?"

The voice of one of his students snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Class is over, can we go to our next class?"

Anthony coughed before answering, "Yes. Let me give you your homework for the next class," then turned to the blackboard to hide his blush before continuing to write instructions on the board.

"Don't forget the commentary due to me by the end of the month, and I want you to have answered these three questions for the next class."

He waited until all of his students had left the room before he fell back in his chair and sighed. It was no less than three times that his students had caught him lost in thought, and twice in the same class. What's more, it was only his third lesson this morning.

The problem was that he couldn't get Aziraphale, the man he'd met the day before, out of his mind.

He'd thought several times about having a one-night stand to stave off loneliness, but each time something had held him back, a remnant of attachment, the feeling of betraying his lost wife, even though it had been four years.

Then, yesterday, Aziraphale entered the bar and Anthony was immediately drawn to him. He didn't know if it was the other man's aura of innocence, the fact that he didn't look like the usual customers, or simply the same loneliness he had seen in Aziraphale's eyes, but the attraction had been immediate and undeniable.

Aziraphale was so expressive.

Anthony saw his face again and again at different times of the evening and night.

What a night.

The innocence, the eagerness of Aziraphale once he'd felt comfortable with Anthony, had been simply intoxicating.

To say he'd been disappointed when he'd declined Anthony's invitation to breakfast would be an understatement.

Why hadn't he asked for his name? His contact information?

Wait, he'd said he was a student at the university, and Aziraphale wasn't a common first name. Maybe if Anthony did some research...

Anthony laughed to himself. He didn't even know what university the other man was attending.

But since Aziraphale knew that Anthony was a regular at Serenity, maybe he'd come back. But what if he came back looking for another one-night stand? Anthony didn't like the feeling of jealousy that washed over him at that moment.

He laughed at himself again. How could someone be so jealous about someone he didn't know.

Though they did know each other. Anthony had told Aziraphale more than he had told his closest friends in the four years since his wife's death, and it seemed to him that the other man had revealed a lot about himself that he hadn't told anyone.

"Professor, may we come in?"

Once again pulled out of his thoughts by his students, Anthony motioned them in.

Then he shook his head. It was time to focus on what was important.

His work.

**********

At noon, Aziraphale and Muriel left their classroom together.

"By the way, Aziraphale, I forgot to tell you, I'm going to meet Eric, my boyfriend, who's also on break, so I won't be able to have lunch with you."

But Azirphale's attention was drawn to the conversation between two girls walking ahead of them.

"It was really weird, today I had an advanced astrophysics class and the professor wasn't paying attention at all."

"Who's your professor?"

"That's Professor Crowley."

"Never heard of him."

"But you have, even though you're new, you must have heard of Professor Anthony Crowley! The one all the students are in love with."

"Aaaah you mean the professor I've heard is special with his gorgeous red hair, golden eyes, and he never smiles, which makes him even more mysterious?"

"Yes! That's pretty much it. And that's what's weird, because this morning we saw him smile three or four times in our class and also twice we had to call him because he was lost in thought."

Aziraphale paused.

Anthony, teacher, red hair, golden eyes, that was a lot of coincidence.

"Hey Zira! Are you listening to me? I just told you I won't be joining you for lunch."

Azirapahle shook his head, turned to Muriel, and replied, "No worries. Make the best of it. Besides, I'd like you to introduce me to him one day, this boyfriend you're always talking about."

"Yes, I will, don't worry! He wants to meet you too, since I've only talked about you in the three weeks we've known each other."

Muriel patted him on the shoulder.

"I really must go. I'll leave you here, okay?"

Aziraphale nodded and watched in amusement as Muriel took off at their usual lively pace.

He headed for the exit of the establishment, before walking to the usual little corner that he and Muriel had become accustomed to occupying for lunch. It was a bench at the far end of the campus green, shaded by a weeping willow, which made it the perfect spot when the midday sun was shining brightly, as it was today. Not to mention the sense of security this improvised shelter gave Aziraphale, who was still not too used to the crowds of the university and the city.

A few moments later, he sat down on the bench and began to unwrap his sandwich, which he ate while observing the nature around him and the few birds flying nearby.

He had just finished the last bite when he saw a blackbird land on the grass nearby. Without making any sudden movements, Aziraphale took the few crumbs left in the wrapper of his sandwich and threw them not far from the bird, which had not yet flown away.

He watched as the little bird approached the few crumbs fearfully before pecking at them hungrily, casting a few glances at Azirapahle, who didn't move.

When the blackbird left, Aziraphal leaned back against the bench and looked at his watch.

He still had three-quarters of an hour before the next lesson, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm rays of the sun streaming through the leaves of the tree.

*********

Crowley tucked his belongings into his bag and, as soon as the last students had left, he left the classroom to take his lunch break.

For once, he didn't want to be around the hustle and bustle of the university restaurant and decided to find a quiet spot outside to spend his break.

Since he was one of the last to go out, all of his usual spots were either occupied or too exposed to the sun. With a sigh, he made his way to the university's green area.

He was about to despair when he spotted a bench under a willow tree in the distance.

But as he approached, he saw that this bench was also occupied. So much for a quiet break. He sighed again and was about to turn around when he noticed the familiar silhouette of the person sitting on the bench.

He took a few steps towards the bench and stopped dead in his tracks.

Even from behind.

Even though he'd known him for less than twenty-four hours, there was no way he could have mistaken him.

His one-night stand.

Aziraphale.

He was sitting on a bench a few meters away from him.

At his university.

Anthony's heart started beating faster.

Go forward?

Walk away?

It was one of those moments when he knew deep down that the decision he was about to make could change the course of his life.

Then he took a few steps forward and whispered, "Aziraphale?"

The other man straightened as if startled awake, looked left and right before turning around.

Anthony first saw the same surprised shock on his face that had been his own, then Aziraphale whispered, "Anthony?"

Anthony joined him and, pointing to the empty seat next to him on the bench, asked, "May I?"

Aziraphale picked up his bag and set it on the other side before nodding.

"Yes, yes, please."

Anthony sat down next to him and for a few moments they remained in silence.

Suddenly they both spoke.

"What are you d-"

"Why are you h-"

Then they both laughed, embarrassed, and Aziraphale motioned for Anthony to speak.

Anthony asked, "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're a student at this university?"

"Yes, I am a student here."

Then he seemed to catch on and continued, "Oh, you're a professor here?"

Anthony chuckled.

"Of all the serendipities... what classes are you taking?"

"Literature."

Anthony couldn't hold back a sigh of relief under Aziraphale's puzzled gaze. Seeing his expression, he explained, "I'm an astrophysics professor."

Aziraphale didn't lose his puzzled look.

"Why do you look relieved?"

"Well, it would have been complicated. If I'd been your professor."

But what was he talking about? He was talking as if it was a given that they would continue to see each other. Talk about putting the cart before the horse. Anthony tried to correct himself.

"I meant it would have been complicated by the fact that we had a one-night stand. Since I'm not your professor, it won't be a problem."

You are a professor of astrophysics and you look like a babbling idiot.

Aziraphale, still looking a little confused, replied, "Oh, okay.

Anthony started to unpack his food to avoid Aziraphale's gaze, which he could feel on him, when he heard the other man mumble something he didn't understand.

Intrigued, Anthony looked up to see Azitaphale biting his lips before looking away.

He asked softly, "What did you say? I didn't understand."

Aziraphale, his eyes now downcast, asked, "You mean in the hypothetical case of us having a relationship, it would be no problem because you're not one of my teachers?"

Anthony immediately replied, "No, no problem at all."

Then he froze, understanding the implication of what the other man had just said, and impulsively asked, "Would you be interested?"

Aziraphale raised his head sharply and asked, "Interested in what?"

Anthony asked in a more measured voice, looking Aziraphalein the eye, "Would you like to go out with me?"

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #human AU #one night stand #Uni student

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starsurface · 7 months

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Love love your subscorp ones!! Can I request CG!Hanzo & Little!Kuai Liang from mk11 this time? Thank you!! :D 💕

-🦈

Yes!! So sorry for the wait!! I'm not sick anymore though!! :D

CG Hanzo w/ Regressor Kuai Liang Hcs

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

⛄️ Kuai Liang feels a bit more of an age dreamer to me??

🦂 Another Raiden problem, there's so much to do, especially as Grandmaster, also struggles to fully regress alone :(

⛄️ But with Hanzo’s help, he regresses to about 3-5

🦂 ^ Has also regressed to babyspace, but only when he gets flashbacks of his (horrible) childhood

⛄️ Kuai started regressing with Johnny as his main cg (they're actually friends in cannon!!)

🦂 ^ Johnny saw how stressed Kuai Liang was, and suggested the coping mechanism

⛄️ Kuai shared his regression after Hanzo regressed with him the first time, he didn't want Hanzo to feel awkward or embarrassed around his ‘rival’

🦂 Kuai Liang has a difficult time fully regressing when he's alone, and needs someone with him

⛄️ Luckily, regressed Kuai is rarely ever aline, whether he has Hanzo, Bi-Han, or even Frost

🦂 Hanzo started caretaking when Takeda started regressing

⛄️ It was actually really hard when Hanzo started caretaking for the first time, especially because it was Takeda

🦂 After all these years, he is still always reminded of his son, and now he's watching after the boy he swore himself he'd treat as any other student (although he basically ended up adopting Takeda, and no, Takeda was not a replacement for Satoshi)

⛄️ Hanzo does, however, really enjoy caregiver, and was very excited the first time Kuai Liang ever regressed around him

🦂 He's a very proud Papa, and honestly kinda misses the Dad life

⛄️ Hanzo is extremely . . . over protective of Kuai Liang

🦂 If he had it his way, Kuai Liang wouldn't escape his cuddles at all >:(

⛄️ But Kuai Liang enjoys being slightly independent, and Hanzo is still learning to take a step back sometimes

🦂 Completely over panics when Kuai Liang gets hurt, even if it's just a simple nick

⛄️ ^ This has caused Kuai Liang to start crying too, but most times he calms his Bàba down

🦂 Don't worry, both are fine, and Kuai gets a ton of cuddles and kisses after

⛄️ Hanzo's main caretaker names are Bàba when he's smaller, like babyspace, and Papa the rest of the time

🦂 Both have tried to call the other (correct me if I'm wrong) Otòsan before and both times it's made Hanzo cried

⛄️ Kuai Liang's main nicknames are Snowflake, Bunny, and Baby Boy

🦂 Main babysitters are Johnny, Bi-Han, Frost, and sometimes Kenshi

⛄️ Although Kuai Liang doesn't really need babysitters most times, unless he request it

🦂 Hanzos a busy person, but he'll cut meetings short if Kuai Liang slips, and he's very good at multitasking with his work while Kuai’s small

⛄️ He'll do most of his papers on the bed or divide his desk in half so Kuai Liang can color for an hour or so

🦂 Kauai's pretty okay with it, he likes being able to sit next to or on Hanzo's lap and do his own work (which Hanzo always loves to praise)

⛄️ Kuai’s actually a very energetic kiddo

🦂 Really likes outside time, and doing craft activities

⛄️ Outside time is specifically for the Lin Kuei temple, he likes the snow

🦂 He's fine walking the gardens and looking at the fish, but he has much more making snow angels and building snowmen

⛄️ It's not uncommon to see both Grandmasters outside in the snow

🦂 Nor is it uncommon to see Kuai Liang order Hanzo around during their play time (they have To make good snowmen, Hanzo, not just three weirdly shaped circles on top of each other)

⛄️ He also really likes different crafts, whether that's coloring, or finger painting, or stuff like that

🦂 Does prefer coloring because he can give Hanzo his pretty drawings

⛄️ Only a very few select drawing get to go up in their house because Kuai is embarrassed someone will catch onto his regression

🦂 He also likes wrestling or play fighting a bit, but mostly because it ends in giggle fits and a cuddle pile

⛄️ Hanzo is really good at controlling his strength, and he'll never let Kuai Liang win >:(

🦂 Mostly because he makes Kuai think he's won, and then will overpower him so he can pep his face with kisses and squish him in a hug

⛄️ ^ Kuai firmly believes that's cheating but whatever 😒

🦂 Hanzo is slightly reluctant to let Kuai cuddle or touch his Teddy while Kuai is small

⛄️ Kuai doesn't play with it often, but sometimes he wants to play with his Papa's toys and would pretty please like to hold Teddy

🦂 Hanzo let's him, but keeps an incredi close eye on him

⛄️ It does make him really happy thar Kuai is very obviously much gentler with teddy than his other stuffies

🦂 Kuai doesn't actually have many stuffies, but he'd rather cuddle Papa instead (his personal heater)

⛄️ Sometimes Kuai Liang gets really bad memories, especially of his childhood

🦂 His childhood was . . . extremely terrible, to say the very least

⛄️ It makes him feel really small, and scared, and vulnerable

🦂 He'll hide and cry into his Bàba's chest for comfort, refusing to leave his side

⛄️ Hanzo will gently rock him, scratch his back while he places soft kisses on Kuai Liang's forehead

🦂 He's very good at comforting Kuai, and makes sure to give his baby some extra loving during these times <3

⛄️ Kuai Liang actually really likes having playdates with others, especially with Frost and Bi-Han (it's also how he rekindle his relationship between the two)

🦂 Hanzo was cacious, especially at first, but he actually does enjoy the friendship he's made with them

⛄️ Frost very much loves her baby, but puts up a good fight for Hanzo some times (she's a big girl!! She doesn't need a babysitter, and neither does Kuai!)

🦂 Bi-Han likes cuddling with Kuai, but Is also a bit too aggressive in play wrestling (one of the brothers favorite activities together)

⛄️ Kuai Liang is Hanzo's main priority when he's small (he's his main priority In general, but knows he needs him now when he's tiny)

🦂 . . . That does not mean that Kuai Liang can just freeze him in place when he says no to something >:/ (bullstuffies)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

These aren't the best, I'm so sorry. I've never imagined regressor Kuai before, but I can always redo or do more!! <3

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altraviolet · 9 days

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old fic retrospective

I realized today that the oldest fic I've written that's still available online was posted in 2004. it's 20 years old!!! holy moly!!

(I wrote fic way before then, but those stories are all lost, either to long-dead computers or long-dead websites)

I just finished reading a bunch of my old fics and thought it'd be neat to write out some of my observations :)

also, before anyone asks, I won't be linking to my old work. maybe someday I'll share, but not now.

The Things That I Have Improved On:

-headhopping: the narrative jumps from character to character in a way that I don't write anymore. the jumps are clearly done and don't interfere with the reading experience - I think I did it well - but that type of writing is considered old fashioned now, and a limited third person is more my style. to fix this, I'd use limited third person, as I do now

-scene length: not sure how to explain this one. the stories feel like they drag a little, even though there isn't anything actually extraneous in the text. to fix this, I'd probably try to trim a bit, or make sure the dialog has more action around it

-that's a little too much stylization, babe: I went really hard on the abstract descriptions. this is something I really love to write, but the old fics go a little too far imho. sometimes it gets a bit cringey. even when purposefully done, the 90's style of in your face awesomeness can be a bit much. to fix this, I'd knock it down a little. for reference, The Angel Breaker is this kind of style at the knocked down level, heh

The Things I've Stayed Good At:

(I'm basing this on the comments I got)

-worldbuilding: people complimented me on writing believable sciencey stuff, expanding on canon, and integrating my fanon into the canon seamlessly/filling in plot holes believably. there was a fic where a character talked about mechanical stuff they invented and the compliments were very similar to things I've heard about my TF writing. I'm happy to say that this has always been a strength and something I still enjoy!

-characters in character: people complimented me on writing characters in character, and also on expanding female characters' importance in stories (it was fashionable to hate on the female characters, sadly)

-the story overall: I used to get a ton of comments and I never got a flame, haha. people complimented the stories overall as being very well written and enjoyable, and I'm proud of that, and very glad that it still seems to be the case! one person even suspected I worked "behind the scenes" on creating the canon, which made me smile, because more than once I have been asked if I wrote the TF comics. heh heh.

(I have never written for TF canon)

Why Am I Sharing This? Seems A Bit Egotistical

I think it's nice to be able to look back and see strengths and weaknesses and improvements. Also, I know a lot of people enjoy my stuff, and sometimes people leave comments saying they feel like they'll "never be as good as" I am. So I want to share so that you know that the writing you see now is built on a lot of practice. I've been writing for over 20 years. I've improved and you can, too :)

It's much easier to see improvement in art, because two side by side pictures can be evaluated with a glance. But for fic, well, you'd have to read it, and that takes a lot more time. A summary feels like the quicker way to share with others the improvements I've made.

Where To Go From Here?

Well, I would like to write original works. I considered TEG my big practice for that. My brain is not ready, though, so I'm slowly composing a new fic. I do hope that when the season properly changes [I do MUCH better in cold weather, dear god, when will the summer end] my brain will kick back into creative gear. There have been a lot of Stressful Things happening this year. As soon as the last upcoming Big Family Obligation is done, I'll be able to focus a bit more on writing. Oh, also, hah, let's hope for a good outcome in the November election 🤞 Um, ok, try to stay on topic... yeah. Once things calm down, I really wanna hermit up and Fuckin' Write. So yeah. Write!

Any advice?

Write? You gotta keep writing to get better. Just like art. If you don't practice, you don't get better. If you have specific writing advice questions, feel free to hit the ask box.

Thanks for reading :)

#long post #old fic retrospective #kind of #I legit still remember comments I got 20 years ago #and I remember the fics as I reread them #and I remember the easter eggs and canon lines I put in

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octuscle · 1 year

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I really like the transformation of this guy in a professional soccer player! Well I know the feeling to wish for another decision in the past. I work actually as a construction worker because my gf got pregnant in college and I had to earn money quickly. Now we're divorced and I don't think I'm a hero for my son. That would be different if I said 'no' in the past going my way into sports and maybe got draftet in a money-spinning sport. Maybe my son would have a poster with me on it on a wall in his room today if I decided otherwise in the past. I'd like the same program as the other guy - changing my life and my past. I take the risk not becoming a hero but please give me a chance, chronivac support

No problem, you can use the preset as often as you like, that's the least effort. You are now not quite as old as the soccer player, so with an initial age of 36 like yours, the result will be 18 years… Depending on the sport that fate decides on, your career can be almost over or just beginning. 4:00 PM, you just got off work, shall we get right to it?

Boy, I mean, you're not exactly in bad shape. But you've allowed yourself to get a little carried away, haven't you? And the tattoos would look better with less flabby skin. Well, that's going to change. Actually, you wanted to order a pizza while you were scratching your sack. But suddenly you don't feel like it anymore. Instead, you write a message to your gym buddy, with whom you have been training for a few weeks, asking if he spontaneously has time and wants to do a training session. You meet in half an hour at the gym.

The guy at the reception greets you with a fist bump. You've been part of the inventory here for a year. Some people with a fine nose may be bothered by the fact that you don't shower after work before you start training. But nobody can say that you are not a role model in terms of motivation and discipline. A year ago some things were still wobbling on you But now there's hardly any fat left and the muscles are coming really nicely. You also have your life better and better under control. No more alcohol, no more cigarettes. Your alimony checks come on time and are always covered. Even if the mother of your son doesn't want to have contact anymore, your son at least follows you on Instagram. In the meantime, you have a good 2K followers who accompany your transformation. You are proud of that, too.

20:00 o'clock, you two are done. A few more poses in front of the mirror. Four years of hard training have turned you into a model athlete. And with your fitness followers you now make more money than with your job as a construction worker. But you want to be a role model for your son, just being an influencer is not a profession. It takes you an hour to shower, shave your body and trim your beard. When you leave the studio, you want to look good. Even if it's just to go home and cook. You are a domestic person. And besides, it saves money. And you make a live stream out of the cooking, which gives you a few more followers. But it's also a hard job. By the time you've eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, it's already 11:00 pm. And the alarm clock rings at 5:00 am. Time to go to bed. Actually, at 29, when you have a body like yours, you should have more fun in life. But you've been a father for seven years, and that obliges you. With the birth of your son, you've completely turned your life around. Even though you are divorced, you still have a good relationship with your ex-wife. And your son already writes you good-night text messages. Hey, you know people who are worse off!

Your routines include drinking a liter of water before bed. It flushes all the toxins out of your body overnight. Can't be much with your diet, but you like routines. However, this often means that you have to pee again at night. Today so about 02:00 clock. You have to be quiet so as not to wake your wife and son. The little angel breathes regularly. It is nice to hear this sound from the neighboring room while you fall asleep again.

06:00 in the morning. Your wife hits you with the pillow. Like every morning, when you don't turn off your alarm clock after a microsecond. She gets her good morning kiss and you head off to the gym. You're always one of the first of the team to get there. The janitor already knows you. They call you the Swiss clockwork. Always on time, always reliable. Discipline is everything. You have the chance to live out your passion for ice hockey here. You've been on the ice since you were eight years old, and you've been a professional for four years. In Canada. An absolute dream!

10:00 a.m. Press conference. You're just 18 and you've managed to get signed by the London Knights as a European. Your stepping stone into the National Hockey League. Everything is still terribly exciting. But you are a sporting prodigy. And you've spent your whole life preparing for this moment. You speak English and French fluently. Despite the double burden, you skipped a year of school and graduated with honors. And your girlfriend is pregnant. It was not planned. But it happened. And you are both very happy.

The nursery is already furnished. Above the crib a poster of you. You have to expect that you will not see your son for one or two weeks. But he should always have a picture of you in front of his eyes.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #age reduction

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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Hey can I request an obey me x reader (Brothers + side characters but u can remove some if you'd like)? And maybe Mc always does seem crazy stuff to get her in trouble and in danger. This includes starting fights with other demons,, starting arguments,, and even talking back to lucufer. That's right. The avatar of pride himself. But they won't care, they'll just keep a poker face on the whole time, they're practically emotionless.

Hello! I took a little long, hopefully you didn't mind. Anyways, enjoy

the obey me cast with a reckless mc

-> brothers and side characters x mc (luke platonic)

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: the mc gets themself in dangerous situations, mc is implied to show little emotion, silent treatment

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Lucifer

at this point he's gotten used to you opposing him every so often

but lucifer's worried you're going to do sonething that could put you in serious danger one day

he feels like he has to keep an eye on you but he cannot monitor you 24/7

Mammon

to be honest, he thought your bahavior was funny and brave at first, so he kind of played it off as a joke

mammon realised it wasn't a joke anymore when he caught you fighting some demon in the akudonald's parking lot

'listen, I'm supposed to look after ya, don't you dare get hurt'

Leviathan

oh! there are some cool main characters in anime that act like you! risk taker, fearless, you match those traits

but levi honey, this isn't an anime

he's really scared you'll get hurt, so he invites you to play games with him very often, because then he knows you're not in trouble for sure

Satan

satan had his phases too, and you bet he did pretty insane stuff back then

he wants to make sure you don't do the things on his past self's level, and he wants to keep you out of harm's way

he's not afraid to give you serious reality-check speeches now and then, even when he hates how much he acts like lucifer in those moments

Asmodeus

he kind of let you do your thing until the say he realised how seriously wrong some of your stunts could go

now asmo encourages you to not do reckless things anymore, and he gets pretty upset if you ignore his advice

'no, you're not doing that, it's bad for your skin'

Beelzebub

beel is willing to 'save' you when things go wrong, but he can't be there all the time

so, he invites you to join his fangol team, said sport is kind of more 'violent' than your average sport after all

he hopes tackling other demons in protective gear can satisfy your 'cravings'

Belphegor

belphie knows your little 'hobby' could be dangerous, and he takes the childish approach to make you stop

every time after he finds out you started some fight again, belphie is going to act visibly upset and ignore you until you tell him you're sorry and won't do it again

he's not proud of it, but it works

Diavolo

let's face it, there's a good chance you tried to oppose diavolo at least once

and while he's quick to forgive you, it made him worried about you, because if you're not afraid of the demon prince, what do you fear?

kind of the same as lucifer, he wants to keeo an eye on you, but with his amount of work, that's kind of impossible

Barbatos

barbatos has been diavolo's butler for centuries, and the prince sure did have his rebellious phase too, so he knows how to deal with this

back then, he made diavolo help him with chores around the house, so he often invites you over to help now

barbatos is confident it will help you become less reckless

Simeon

it wouldn't be right to tell you what you can and cannot do, right?

you're a grown human, simeon feels like he has no rights to be interfering with your decisions

best he can do is use his angelic powers to keep harm away from you

Luke

'mc? where are you going so late? don't tell me you're going to start fights in parking lots again, please no'

you probably don't gave the heart to act reckless in front of luke when he's this scared for your safety

he goes to simeon very often, asking him to make sure you're protected

Solomon

like mammon, he thought of it as a joke until it wasn't a joke anymore

solomon is extra worried since he knows how vulnerable a non-immortal human is in a realm full of demons

best he can do is lecture you on why you shouldn't act so reckless

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #gn!mc #obey me brothers #obey me side characters

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filypadreams · 1 year

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[ Guardian Angel ]

(Obey Me Brothers x gn!reader) angst/fluff ] based on Nightbringer's initial synopsis.

A-Asmo-chan!? It's ok Asmo, it's gonna be ok, look at me sweetheart. H-hey now…crying isn't a good look on you, let me help.

I had been looking for Asmo since Michael's blast. We were right next to each other but the light was so strong I was scared I would go blind.

(Y/N)...? (Y/N)! My wings!! The left side hurts and, and… I think I smell iron? Is my wing ruined? Please fix it, fix my beautiful wings!

Silly goose, you shouldn't be worrying about at a time like this. What if your flight gets impaired? Turn around, will you? Let your local dashing doctor see them~!

Asmo had a broken wing. He still looked as beautiful as the day he was born. Even whilst sobbing.

*sniff* I-I know but it's important! Michael always called me the cutest of archangels. Not that it matters now…

《It never will but at least you'll always be beautiful even without my help.》

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Levi? Leviathan where are you?!!

Ah! Finally I found you! Where were you? You got Lucifer worried.

I hadn't meant to be a burden to them but I couldn't shake away my worry for Asmodeus. Besides, there were so many casualties.

That's my line, I've been looking for you since the blast! Are your eyes ok? It was really bright.

…To be honest it's all a little blurry. The only thing that differentiates you from all the white plumage around me are the jewels decorating your wings!

Levi…they are quartz. Clear quartz, how can you see them if everything looks as bright?

Is my Levia-chan hallucinating??

The only assurance I got that he didn't hear the shake in my voice was his goofy smile. Like me, Levi was trying to keep himself together. He was happy to see a familiar shape.

I brushed his bangs away, his eyes were unfocused but nothing too serious, I hoped.

Hahaha! Silly normie. Your wings always shone brighter than most! My eyes do hurt, can you fix them? I'm…afraid to be honest.

《Oh, Levi… you ain't alone. I'm also afraid. Afraid I couldn't help anymore.》

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(Y/N), stop for a moment, please! You've been flying around non-stop. Aren't you hungry? I managed to keep some Pão de Deus* stashed away.

…Beel where did you even stash it?? In your pants?!

Probably the only time I got a good laugh out of this war. The bread tasted great regardless of where he took it from. Beel was relatively fine even if he looked worse for wear.

I assure you it's not contaminated. I need to go back and look for Belphie before he gets himself… … Please be safe.

He didn't dare speak his thoughts less they became reality. Which it almost did. He was always so gentle. Too gentle.

Wait Beel, you have a huge gash on yoru chest- LET ME FIX IT!

《How pathetic could I be at this point. To still even try, to believe I wasn't forsaken!》

__________

MAMMON!! Come back here this second or I'll throw you down to Earth myself!

Oi! That's not funny at all (Y/N)! We could end up there ya know?! Stupid Belphie…

I admit, bad choice of words. I couldn't let that idiot roam around with a gash in his chest though!

You don't mean that…nor did I mean to sound callous. But you need to sit down this instant, a gold piece fell off and you are bleeding! Honestly, what were you thinking when you got those??

Got a problem with my war medals?! They represent my proud and precious achievements for your information.

They say to be proud of your scars for those are marks of bravery. Of life.

Those are also heavy and attached to your skin in an impractical and unwise way. Let me fix that gash for you then we can look for Lucifer together.

Hmph! If you insist. Take haste, I can't stay idle for too long!

Really though, thank you. I'm scared for once…

《It's tragic you couldn't see yourself equally as treasured as your hoard anymore. I wonder how many you'll have. How many scars once this conflict is over will mark your body, that I couldn't heal?! There's too much gold on you.》

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…

…..

Lu…Lucifer? Hold on I'm here to help!

Even if for a moment, Lucifer had fallen on his side. The first of many during that battle.

I never saw him as damaged as in that moment. I had to do something!

Get…away from me! It's not safe out here for guardian angels! Hasn't Raphael provided you with shelter or something like that?

My brothers, sisters and, and… e-everyone was dutifully safely guided, sir! You need to worry no more, I'm here to…

To help.

(Y/N)...thank you. But I'm afraid you are of more help alive than with dead weight. Don't make me drag you with us.

Every guardian angel under Raphael had been dispatched to safety to help the wounded. I was one of the strongest but still low in rank, especially compared to someone as prideful in their capabilities as "The Light Bearer" himself. Please sir, don't push me away this time. Let me.

What are you saying…? Lucifer what are you doing you baboon? Stop being so incoherent, you know this is not like you.

I think the blunt end of a spear hit your head pretty hard, let me fix that for you, sir! It's my duty to be here.

《To be a useless withering and trembling angel. How can I expect to clean all that blood if I couldn't even fix Asmo's wings?!》

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Where is she? My sister…where's my bubbly, kind, naive sister?!!!

He screamed into the void, voice hoarse. No one was in the right mindset to help him. It's a blessing…it's lucky we survived. Most of us.

Belphie don't force yourself to speak! You…it was a huge fall. It's a miracle we are not as mortally wounded as I expected, hehe… let me have a better look at your leg, it seems to be broken. I'm sure I can fix it-

SHUT UP! Who have you "fixed" since we started fighting?! You can't help anyone anymore, you couldn't "fix" any of us. You were useless, (Y/N)!!!

And you fell just like that, like…like an incompetent!

Belphegor, please don't say that, I tried…I'm sure I can… I can still…

I let my tears spill after holding them in for so long. He was right, I had long lost my powers or at least I was forbidden to help them.

There's nothing I can do.

If you could fix this you could help Lilith. Where is she? Please tell me she's going to be ok, (Y/N). Can you do that?

He sounded desperate. I myself wasn't sure of what Lucifer was doing but I didn't have it in me to tell the truth.

Beelzebub saved you. Lilith was mortally wounded. If she's not gone yet then she's about to die.

Belphie would be none the wiser by looking me in the face, as I would find out.

… …

Yes. She's- There's someone much stronger than me. Lucifer is talking to him right now. I'm not sure what will be of dear Lilith but it's hard to deny that thanks to him, everyone will be fine.

Better tha-

Thank you. I apologize, you never disappoint. I should know.

I can't see anything, could you take me to Beel? He doesn't feel quite right.

Of course. I'm so lucky to be blessed like this even down here, uh? Your local doctor will fix all your troubles!

《Better than with someone as useless as me, who left you blind.

Who even Raphael* has forsaken》

_____[ House of Lamentations]_____

[ Some unknown time in the future]

Fix them. Fix them, fix them, FIX THEM (Y/N)!

In the silent living room your form shakes on the sofa. You fell asleep again.

" Oh? Mammon, call Lucifer!! I think (Y/N) is having a nightmare again! "

Asmo shrieked in panic at his older brother. He had stayed to look after you. You were such a cutie in dreamland!

" Another one?? On it!

Oi, Lucifeeer!"

Mammon's voice is carried through the halls, echoing his worries. Meanwhile Asmo tries to find a comfortable place to sit close to you and pets your head.

" What are you dreaming of this time, angel?"

" Fix…"

Asmo inclines his head curious. Fix? Mammon's garage?

" Fix them. You can't… useless… why?"

Why are you also alive? Why were you able to walk, why did you keep wings stronger than Asmo's to fly?! Why do you still exist-

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shaking you awake.

Your eyes unfocused on orange eyes and hair that today is brown, some other days is pink and in-between.

" Angel?! Wake up beautiful you shouldn't be in dreamland right now. It's not yours to live in."

" Asmo? Your wings, where are they? Oh, look at your face, you'll get wrinkles if you look at me like that. Don't be sad!"

Asmo blinks at you, worried. You lift a hand to his to caress his cheek.

He manages to force out one of his signature giggles.

" Silly goose~ Did you forget? This is how I look when I want to rest my wings! No need to use them indoors. Hehe."

" Rest… oh, I fell asleep again in the sofa. So… Levi and Belphie…?"

" Their eyes never worked better. Well, bright lights are not as easy to take in anymore but we are healthy. Thanks for always guiding us, angel~"

You are silent for a long moment, looking who knows where while Asmo puts a hand on your forehead. You weren't sick at least.

" Did Beel eat yet? That scar-"

" Yet?! (Y/N), he's always eating! Hahaha, I'm so jealous of his metabolism~

What scar? He hasn't gotten hurt since the last time Dia sent us to scout the lower levels. I tell you, I might be 5th but those restless incubi have sharp nails and temper!"

He jokes. That's all he has ever done whenever you wake up from a memory. It's all he knows to do whenever you have such a vivid nightmare.

" I admit that Mammon looks as dashing as ever, although I have better taste of course. He went to go fetch Lucifer."

Oh, oh. He started sweating once he said that name. Your bulging eyes didn't help.

" No, wait. What I meant- (Y/N) it's fine, Lucifer would be in a worse mood if he wasn't there to comfort you!"

You grab his arms, quite painfully, begging him with your eyes to not tell Lucifer.

The guilt in them makes Asmo tremble.

Luckily someone unexpected was reading close by.

You were never as close to Satan as you were with the other brothers for obvious reasons. Yet he never minded your presence.

If anything you were a great reading buddy. Not too loud, not completely silent and a great listener.

He didn't need to know the details to help you whenever Asmo talked too much.

" Even I would panic at hearing that name. Did he find out about one of my pranks? Truly scary."

He says condescendingly (at Asmo) but also with a lilt of humorous sarcasm. He aproaches you, ignoring Asmo's tantrum and shows you the new book he picked up.

" Sorry Satan, I didn't mean to disturb your reading time!"

" Any time is reading time (Y/N), don't sweat about that. Have you heard the tale of King Midas? I think that Solomon had a hand in it if this book is to be believed…"

Any shady business done by the shady wizard is worth your immediate notice.

Fifteen minutes of gossiping about Solomon and what he might or might not have done pass before Lucifer pushes the doors open, the poor things weren't a match to his strength as they hit the walls so loud everyone except for Satan jumped on their sits.

" Lucifer! (Y/N) had another nightmare and I might have said too much-"

" Calm down Asmo, you are fine. Everything 's fine.

It's late, you better get your beauty sleep. I'll take it from here."

Asmo nods fervently, ruffling your hair as he gets up. You giggle at the gesture, Satan pats your leg before he also takes his leave.

" Do I also have to go? Doesn't The Great Mammon, deserve to help our miracle worker~?"

Mammon jokes. Lucifer doesn't take it kindly if his glare is anything to go by.

" I trust we both know why it's best if you go to bed too."

" Fine, sorry… welp, see you tomorrow (Y/N). We are still having that shopping trip, daddy needs some new specs~"

" Daddy doesn't look good on you Mammon. RIP your future significant other."

With a grumble he stomps away.

" Don't forget you still have a huge debt to Lord Diavolo!! I swear if he breaks another statue…"

Lucifer rubs the bridge of his nose before helping you sit up.

" Don't you prefer to go back to your room? Or talk in the study?"

" … Can we… talk in yours?"

Lucifer is caught off guard by your proposition but relents.

He clears any other doubts you might have about the state of the family while you walk down the corridors to his room.

" Belphie is still grieving, I don't think that will ever be fully healed. Levi is faring well, he sees her in Henry…both of them."

You laugh, the memory of the giant serpent who now inhabits the catacombs coming to mind.

" Satan couldn't be happier to have a friend who isn't as closely related to us or the war. Take it as you will, I guess."

" And you…sir?"

Lucifer pauses for a moment, solely the sound of his footsteps is heard.

You arrive at his lascivious bedroom and he locks the door behind.

" I enjoy my privacy so forgive me for locking you in."

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders in indifference. At any other time it would feel quite intimate, possibly.

" I'm doing well as you can see."

" I'm worried about what I cannot see."

Once again Lucifer's eyes widen but he let's you speak.

" There's Satan, your new job, position…workload."

" I told you to stop worrying about my work ethic. I sleep enough."

… …

" Enough to take care of my family."

You smile, a little smug perhaps.

" You couldn't have done anything. Not because your blessings were stripped from you, at least some of them."

He adds remembering your state after the fall. You were for the most part healthy save for ripped bloody feathers, a bent arm and a bruised face.

" Simply, I wouldn't let you. I ripped them out of my sheer will, wings I didn't need anymore. You shouldn't be in the middle of a rebellion you aren't part of. You would have been happy with the others. No need for nightmares."

You fidget in place.

" You can't be so sure. I couldn't bear to see everyone I cared for hurt. Yet I was powerless for once. If not for the prince…

Is it my fault…?

Are you a slave of another because of me?!!"

Lucifer grabs a hold of your shoulders as you scratch as your scalp with both of your hands, helding your head in place.

He guides you to his bed, leaving to start a fire in the fireplace and returning with a handkerchief in hand to clear your tear stains.

" I'm no one's slave, (Y/N). You haven't stripped me of my most valued aspect. It's simply a different job in a different world under a different ruler. I take pride in my achievements here and my prowess the same way.

Stop blaming yourself. No one holds resentment towards you and no one wishes to go back, if we are to be quite honest.

The nice days are gone so we can have new days."

He holds both your hands.

" I told you I would drag you with me if you kept pushing your luck. You made the choice to be at our side. We are happy to have you."

He cleans the snot like one would do to a toddler, his thumb making circular motions on your hands still clasped in his gloved one.

" I can't make them stop Lucifer. The nightmares, Asmo's face- every time! I want them to stop. I don't want to disappoint anyone ever again… sometimes I wish I could disappear so this wouldn't happen again and again and again!"

Lucifer hugs you against his chest, taking deep breaths waiting for you to follow along.

" I'm only good at making people sad now."

" I know this won't help. It never goes away. But a reminder, (Y/N), that it was never your job to fix the already broken. Those who deny help won't get help and you never let anyone down. Even Belphie has a soft spot for you.

For we remember you as our guardian angel who still fusses over Levi's addiction to technology because he might hurt his eyes.

Who worries that Beel's stomach might burst someday, the one person who relents to having a self-care day with Asmo even when it's mostly him who gets the self-care.

The angel who takes responsibility for half of Mammon's debts, don't think I haven't noticed.

What you couldn't do back then, you do now.

Thank you for your sacrifice."

You burst into tears, hiding your face on his chest.

" I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, sir! But everyone is taking care of me when they should move on…I'm tired of being kept behind by my own mind!"

Lucifer ponders for a moment, checking your scalp for signs of self-inflicted injuries.

"Hmm. I also have my fair share of nightmares.

How about we help each other? Do you want to stay the night?

Like back in the day."

You nod your head. Lucifer lays you down, covering you under the sheets.

Before changing himself into anything comfortable he adds:

"Also, stop addressing me as sir."

" Sorry. Force of habit."

You say eyes looking as the flames dance beautifully. Back then seeing everyone naked as a baby wasn't as embarrassing as it is now. You sometimes wonder how much you, yourself changed.

Something brown and fluffy is put on your line of sight, moving up and down like a cartoon character.

" I couldn't find one like Mrs. White Feathers, the Dove. So I hope you like Cerberus Jr. as much."

You smile picking the three headed plushie.

" Thank you…Lucifer. I still miss Mrs. White Feathers."

Lucifer nods, thinking of mentioning it the next time he speaks with Michael. Or perhaps Raphael could retrieve it for him.

" Sweet dreams, angel."

___________ Notes! __________

*Pão de Deus > a portuguese crunchy and sweet bread usually topped with grated coconut. It's one of the delicacies baked by nuns back in the day where they would take offerings like eggs to help bake sweets for religious festivities or for themselves to have something different to eat (some nuns were previously noble women).

**Raphael > an archangel cited to be the patron saint of healing the sick and ill and the angel of all healthcare workers. The staff that he carried can be a nod to the caduceus, Hermes' own staff and symbol of health.

#obey me #om! nightbringer #fanfic #obey me brothers x reader #platonic #romantic #can be read as both #angst #fluff #mentions of war #mentions of injury #shikibutterfly

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juniperhillpatient · 6 months

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For the ask meme: 4, 7, 11, 30, 47 :)

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Honestly? Before I started Scream AU, it was an ATLA Scream AU! I held onto that idea for YEARS because I wanted to make sure I could do it right - everyone is a suspect, everyone is in danger, & there's a lot of foreshadowing but also a lot of twists. I waited until I felt prepared to do the idea justice, so I've held onto it for a long time. Like, that idea festered in my brain for at least 3 or 4 years. I guess it doesn't count anymore though, since I'm doing it.

Hm... I have a million ideas at all times but one I've had for a pretty long time is Heathers ATLA AU with Katara as Veronica, Azula as Heather Chandler, & Zuko or Jet as JD. Unfortunately, I'll likely never do this one because it wouldn't have Azula/Katara endgame & Azula would die so I doubt anyone who reads my writing wants it.

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

The first fic I EVER wrote? You guys don't need to know about 13 year old Rose's weird Family Guy fanfics, your minds aren't ready. (Also I don't remember & the parts I do remember are embarrassing as fuck lmao.)

Instead, I'll say the first ATLA fanfic I wrote. It's a mediocre high school AU that has Katara/Toph LOL. I was getting my bearings in the ATLA fandom, okay? Also, it is the fic that made the Katara/Azula dynamic take root in my brain even though it's not a focus & I didn't write my first Azutara fic until a bit later lol

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I learned a lot about fashion through the ages when I was writing the TVD Au & giving Vampire!Azula a fun wardrobe filled with fashion from the last century or so. Do I remember anything I learned? Eh. But I did a lot of research!

I don't typically do a lot of research though for writing. My laziest trait as a writer is that sometimes I just wanna say "go with it." I entirely based the football stuff in my college AU on the TV show Blue Mountain State. That's not to say research isn't important, that's to say I'm lazy.

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

Okay, I really live by the quote "if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do" from Angel the Series which is funny because I'm barely a fan of that show. I've watched it all through once. I'm much more of a Buffy girl. But that particular quote has always stuck with me. I'm a nihilist but I'm also a compassionate person & I think this quote really sums up how I look at the world. I used to be an idealist but my belief that the world can be changed for the better has faded over time. Instead, I just believe in being kind & doing what you can & that's how I take the quote - doing what you can, even when it seems hopeless. That seems depressing but like, it's not to me. You know?

47. what story are you most proud of?

I honestly go back & forth all the time. I feel like it might actually be Happenstance (a modern university ATLA au with a sit com vibe. It takes place over the course of a school year.) I'm honestly just so proud of the character arcs, the balance of comedy & drama, & these versions of the characters & this version of the universe. I put my heart & soul into that project.

Thank you so much for asking! I love playing these games & having an excuse to ramble :)

#asks #answered #ask games #writing

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sluttylittlenewsboy · 1 year

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"Don't worry, I got you"

Summery: Spots gets some bad news and turns to race for comfort

TW: suicide mention, suicide note reading, angst, vomiting, abuse

I recommend listening to You'll Go Far by Noah Kahn while reading the note

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On Christmas day four years ago, Sean Patrick Conlon escaped his abusive father and ran away from home. Unfortunately, he had to leave his beloved mother behind.

~~~

Spot had not seen his mother in four years. He thought about her every single day, though.

So, when the man running the Brooklyn lodging house said he had something from her, Spot was shocked and overjoyed. That is, until he looked at the man's face and saw the expression carved into the features. Something had happened. Something bad.

"Spot, there's really no easy way to say this..." Spot braced himself.

"Just let me hear it" Spot sighed.

"It's your mother kid, she's passed" the man spoke sorrowfully.

Spot threw his hands over his mouth, but he was too late. He vomited all over himself. The man patted his back.

"Would you like to know more?"

"No, can't handle anymore," Spot thought. Instead of saying that, he just shook his head and prepared for the worst.

"Kid, you mother, she died...well...by her own hand," the man admitted.

Spot's stomach dropped to his toes. He could feel the bile rising back in his throat.

He had expected that. It was either that, or his father had finally snapped and killed her.

As disgusting as it made him feel to think, Spot was glad it had been her because his father would've made it torture.

"Anything else?" Spot asked, his face completely void of expression. The man took a deep breath.

"She left you a note, kid" he said.

Spot's hands began to shake as the man slowly handed him the note.

"I'll leave you be now, but you know where to find me," the man said before leaving the room.

Spot lost control of his body. His feet began to move, and he didn't stop until he reached the Sheepshead racetrack. He didn't even know why he was there, until he spotted him.

Spot's boyfriend Race was sitting by the tracks watching the races. Spot walked up to him and stood wordlessly in front of the smaller boy.

Race could immediately tell something was wrong. He stood and wrapped his arms around Spot tightly. Spot began sobbing heavily into Race's shoulder.

~~~

After Spot was able to catch his breath, Race asked what was wrong. Spot answered by thrusting the note into Race's hands.

"Ma" he muttered under his breath.

Race opened the noteamd quickly read over it.

"Oh, Spotty," Race whispered.

"Read it," Spot said simply.

Rave knew that Spot had a hard time with reading, so he obliged.

"Dearest Sean," Race read. "If you are reading this, I am in a better place."

"Your father had always been unkind to me. But, after you left, it got much worse. He blamed me for you leaving"

"I need you to know that this is not your fault. I'm so very proud of you for getting away from your father. My only hope is that you're somewhere better now"

"Don't feel bad for leaving Sean darling, I'm not upset with you. I never have been:

"I am no longer able to feel anything except for pride and love for you. You are my angel Sean, you always will be. I love you darling and I'll watch over you always. Goodbye my angel"

"With love, Mom"

Spot sobbed and dry heaved the whole time Race read. But, by the end of it, Spot was back to being emotionally.

"Spot?" Race asked. There was no response.

"Sean, please look at me"

Spot reluctantly turned his head. Race could see that his eyes were completely empty. Spot was completely empty.

Race held him securely. Spot began to shake violently.

"Don't worry, I got you,"

Rave held Spot for the rest or the night.

Spot did not speak for three weeks. And, even then, he only spoke to Race.

Sean Conlon would be okay one day, but that day would not come soon.

#newsies #92sies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #sprace #tw suicide #tw vomiting #tw suicide note #tw abuse #chase writes

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hisfluer · 1 year

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Do you view Luciferus as Eospheros?

What do you think about others syncing Luciferus/Eosphoros with Apollo?

Do you sync Eosphoros with Hesperos?

How do you see Hesperos, if he is part of your worship?

i believe eospheros and hesperos were aspects that have been absorbed by lucifer over time much like how satan and lucifer have been morphed into a singular entity over time. human belief is fluid and constantly changing like ... the bedtime story told by your grandparent is not the same as the one you'll tell your children. i don't think there are strict lines between who is who anymore because i am hundreds of years removed from their original cultural context.

that doesn't mean you cannot try and if you view them as separate entities then there you go! to me, they're not. they're aspects of a singular entity that i identify as lucifer.

along with that luciferus is not how i identify him, however. i use lucifer because i approach him from the christian standpoint of a angelic-demonic entity, one who rides in between because i was raised christian and it's something i understand. now, that lucifer is due to mistranslation and the need to blame something but the concept of a soul being caught between unquestioned obedience and choosing oneself at the risk of losing everything you've ever known resonates with me as someone who left christianity to rediscover my jewish roots and eventually found my way here doing my own thing.

so, even if i did identify them as separate beings, lucifer would still be from a different faith because i understand him from the christian point of view.

i would personally sync him up with venus, though. i feel like he has many aspects of the goddess in that the star he is associated is also associated with her. beauty, love, desire are things i very much ascribe to lucifer and those also belong to venus. the fluidity of gender, the change between sweet goddess of beauty and fearsome goddess of war and the deep — the in betweens.

as for apollo, that's their journey and belief. if that is how he comes to them, who am i to say anything about it? he came to me as angelic being when i don't associate with angels at all. i don't really do much with apollo. i respect him and i've prayed to him but he's not someone that i bring into my practice often. ( and i've asked! i thought this being of light that i kept feeling near me was apollo, i thought the wolf spirit that showed up was from apollo, i thought because i'm a creative person i should seek apollo but i've only ever gotten a 'sorry, wrong door' or a 'no, good guess though' from him. )

lucifer is the first and last star, settling in neither day nor night but between. he hovers between heaven and damnation — a little bit holy and a little bit unholy because he chose to love something other than what he was told. he's proud, he's fearsome, he still retains the starlight of a past i would like to think he looks back on fondly but it doesn't erase the demonic talons he has now or the outstretched wings that hum with a frequency that only angels know of. he's wild, sometimes. passionate. he refuses to be trod on and breaks the foot of those who try. he's beautiful and he's sad, heartbroken for a time before time that no one remembers and all that's left is fragments.

#does this ... answer your question?#i feel like the answer is pretty simple: nah #i see him as his own thing that has absorbed others #due to the fun game of historic telephone and the inescapable fate of human embellishment #lucifer #lucifer worship #valentine answers

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huntedhealer · 11 months

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Daddy’s girl

TW: daddy issues

Dad,

I love you, but I can't have hateful people in my world. You and I have never seen eye to eye, and I have tried all my life to be tolerant of your beliefs and even to understand them, but I don't feel as though you've ever considered where I am coming from. You act like being a peaceful person makes me weak. You deny that you have ever caused me harm. You have done nothing but reject me since the day I was born and yet I'm meant to keep making efforts to include you in my life? Take a minute and consider why I might not want to do that. Really think about it. I'm tired of being the unwanted child.

I have so many people that genuinely light up whenever I walk into a room; and you should have been first in that line.

You never wanted a daughter.

You never wanted me.

Why does it suddenly matter to you that we speak? You never showed up for me. Not once. Every over-achieving task I burdened myself with in high school was to prove to you that I'm a good child, a good person, that I was good enough. And I was always those things, it was you that convinced me otherwise. I would love to have you in my life. I would love to see you love my children. I have been a mother for 14 and a half years. You saw my son once at the hospital. You've never even met my beautiful daughter. I don't think you realize just how much you lost when you decided not to love me.

I'm an incredible person. I love everyone so hard that sometimes it is to my own detriment. I have sought your approval since I learned to walk. You never gave it to me. I don't need it anymore. I'm approving myself. I am who I am in spite of you. I love where you hate. I heal what you harmed. You can spend the rest of your life trying to convince yourself that I'm the asshole, but I remember everything. I remember dancing on your feet but I also remember reaching for your hand and you literally shaking your arm to get me off of you like some kind of vermin. You never knew how to love me, and I don't even think that's your fault, but it is your responsibility to heal your wounds and learn how to love in ways that don't hurt. You have no idea how many times a day my mind plays the soundtrack of my childhood. "You're gonna end up 16 and pregnant just like your mother". "I never met someone who talked so much and says so little", "I hate you, you ruin everything".

And the funny thing is, even with all the hate and vitriol you aimed at me as a helpless child, in spite of your constant rejection of my very existence, the part that hurts the most is that you never even tried. Not once.

Not a track meet or an ROTC drill meet. Not one brain bowl or one homecoming. Not one honor roll ceremony. I’ve never heard the word “proud” come out of your mouth.

I tried so hard to make you love me, and when you didn't, I spent years trying to find someone who would. I didn't know what love was meant to feel like because you were the only example I had. I thought love screamed and hit and hated, so I loved men who did those things. It almost cost me my life.

It ended a life. You would never know, because how could you? You’ve never asked how I am. You never cared what I’m doing as long as it didn’t cost you time or money. How would you know that I’m a mother of angels? You couldn’t know. You weren’t there when I cried so hard I threw up.

You weren’t there when I made a makeshift memorial in my backyard. You weren’t there for the days that followed. Pretending to be ok for my son. You weren’t there.

And now I have a precious daughter. The most beautiful girl on earth. Her daddy loves her. He reads her stories every night and tells her that she's beautiful and strong and capable. She is all the things you stole from me. You were given such an incredible and precious gift, and you did everything you can think of to destroy it. You only destroyed my need for your presence in my life.

I'm almost certain that I will never see you again, and I have made my peace with that. I have grieved for the father I never had all my life. I have never stopped loving you. Not one moment of my life, but I have stopped begging you to love me back. You are getting old and you are realizing now that you need someone who loves you more than ever. You need help and care and support that I just can't give you.

I refuse to tear open the wounds I've healed in your absence for your benefit. All you ever had to do was to keep me safe, to keep me warm; and you couldn't.

You didn't.

You chose WRONG.

You kicked a child out in favor of your wife. You knew she lied about me and chose to side with her anyway, and when she said "it's me or her"; you chose wrong.

You took me away from my brother. My dog. My home. You threw me away. You didn't even have the decency to keep up with our "daddy daughter dates" once a week while I lived with your brother; who is a good, kind, patient and loving person. You ruined me. Why on Earth would I want you in my life? I'm not a masochist. I have suffered enough.

You have a choice.

You can continue to blame me for everything and the decline of our relationship at the age of 11; or you can take responsibility for your wrongs and fight to prove you deserve to be in my life.

I already know which path you will take, but it doesn't stop me hoping you will prove me wrong.

I knew you for 13 years.

I haven't known you for 23.

You've become a stranger; one filled with hate.

Love overflows and fills every cup, hate has left you an empty husk.

I love you. Goodbye dad.

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ask-but-beware-the-consequences · 1 year

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After the End part 3

Continuation of 2x06

Aziraphale was anxious, but he still went on to get his new status. Metatron finally got an angel to fill in Gabriel's place, and they were ready to talk about the plan.

- Um - Aziraphale started - may I just get a bit of a time to get used to this new... space of power? I think I couldn't focus straight away with it. Hah.

Metatron turned to him.

- Of course, Aziraphale! As a supreme archangel's post filler, you don't need to ask permission for everything now. We'll get everything ready in the meantime for you.

- Post...filler? - he asked quietly, when Metatron was away.

He got himself together, and walked back to more common grounds of Heaven.

He was really scared, and he couldn't mask it forever. He didn't lie about needing a bit of a time for himself.

He was walking hurriedly, trying to find some safe space, some corner or roof or a chair even, that he can just hide his face towards. The problem with the office was that it seemingly lacked all of those for Aziraphale.

He wanted to go back down, even if for just a short moment, his bookshop always gave him comfort. Sadly he couldn't say no anymore and it got handed over to Muriel.

"Muriel! That's it! I need to find her office."

As he took on the thought, he was about to change his direction, but then a familiar voice called out to him.

- Aziraphale!

- Muriel?

They ran to each other. Aziraphale was delighted to see her. At least, someone he knows even a little bit, and isn't mean.

- Oh I was just about to look for you!

- ....were you? - Muriel asked suspicously.

- Yes, I'm in a huge mess! They want me to lead the next operation into action, called the Second Coming! I don't know what to do! I have a strong feeling they won't just let me go if I say no, like they did with Gabriel. I'm just someone who's filling in... I'm- ... I'm so lost, I tried to tell Crowley at the elevator, but-!

- Hey, hey! It's alright. Breathe. - Muriel said gently, patting his shoulder a few times.

Aziraphale looked at her, suspicously, but decided to let it go.

- ...Thank you... Why did I ever want this?... I'm in so much trouble, I'm alone, and- ruined everything...! - he was on the verge of crying.

- ...I have a message, from Crowley.

Aziraphale froze at that, he didn't know what to expect, he knew he couldn't take more pressure, but then Muriel gave him a soft look with adoration.

- He says that, although he was angry at your choice, he understands it. He understands everything, and he wouldn't have done it differently. He says, that he is very proud of you, and just wants you to survive.

- ...He... He is?

- He just wanted to be with you, but he understands now that there's a big problem, that can't be fixed by just running away. You need to do it. He knows about Metatron.

- ...Crowley-... - he gave out a sigh of admiration, he couldn't believe it. After all he's done. After all how it looked like what he had done.

- Though, he can't possibly be here with you, he wants you to know that he's standing right beside you. You're... giving him bravery, and... hopes that you also can find bravery from his words. You're together in this. No matter where you go.

Aziraphale's eyes were full with tears, and one drop finally rolled down his cheeks.

- Muriel... Where did you learn metaphors from?

- Umm... Books? I started reading - she acted more like herself now.

- Oh that's... That's great! - he gave him a smile with a nod.

- Would you, like to say anything to him? - she asked shyly.

Aziraphale took a moment.

- I want to tell him... That, I need him. Nothing lasts forever-... besides us.

Muriel's eyes widened as she gasped softly.

- And I wish... I ask him to forgive me, I was rude, and didn't let him finish first. I didn't even react properly to his confession, yet he opened to me with such trust. I think... I think I want to kiss him properly after this.

- ...

- ...Muriel? Are you alright, my dear?

- I-I, I'll go back and tell him this instant! We believe in you, angel! You can do it! We all stand behind you!

Muriel was trying to turn away, before he'd say anything, but he stopped her.

- ..."angel"? You're an angel too. Noone calls me that, except-...

Aziraphale's eyes widened, and joy was showing on his face. Muriel started to sweat from all the anxiety. She just wanted to run for the elevator.

- I-... Can I-... I need to take a note. Can we go to my desk?

- Of course, my dear - Aziraphale was smiling a lot now.

- Right.

Thankfully they've already been to Muriel's desk, so it wasn't hard to find it. He got her pen and paper out and started writing, with Aziraphale standing right above her. Not just out if curiosity, but also out if caution so no one could see the message through any cameras.

- Here - she bammed on the table as she put down the pencil.

Aziraphale carefully slid it towards himself.

- You know, you're body language reminds me an awful lot of someone - he noted quietly, unbothered as he read.

- Mmm...!

The small note said: "Metatron might kill both of us, if he sees me. You're in danger. I came here the only way I knew. We're too strong together, they are trying to seperate us in any way. I trust you, but I can't just sit around and wait. I'll always be there for you when you need me."

Aziraphale took the pen and wrote on the backside of the paper in response, showing no emotion. In reality he started to feel braver, his blood carrying determination with adrenaline, his mind set on the goal ahead. He gave the note back to Crowley when he finished. It read: "They want a Second Armageddon. We need to come up with something, but I will do the actions. You need to stay put until you really must act. I need to do a meeting with them and agree on the plan, or I'll go. I'm not going to give up, until we've saved everyone. We need to get Jim. Can I trust that to you?"

Muriel looked at it, seemingly without emotions too, and replied with a yes, then swallowed the paper, hidden from the cameras.

- You can do it - he stroke Aziraphale's shoulder - We should get back to the lift.

- Yes.

As they were ready to part, Metatron appeared before them.

- Hello there Muriel! - he greeted her, with an usual kind voice he'd use with her - what's the sudden visit for?

- Oh, I just came to give a message to Aziraphale, from Crowley!

- ...? And that's about...?

- Ehm, he said I shouldn't tell anyone else.

- Oh. Well, that is understandable. Everyone lives in their own little world, not everything was meant to be heard by everyone.

- Heh - Muriel gave out a soft laugh from being anxious.

- Muriel, you're still so innocent and unknowing, aren't you? He might be friends with Aziraphale here... but you shouldn't become their personal messenger, isn't that right, love? Don't let yourself be a butler to them.

- I. I guess... I shouldn't. Yes.

- Good - he gave a nod with a smile, then continued more seriously - But I'm afraid I need you to do a bit of a favor for me, dear.

Aziraphale stood in front of her, just a little bit, not taking his eyes off of Metatron.

- What would that be?

- I need you to, tell Aziraphale the last message there is to be said to him. And forget about reporting them back to Crowley. We're facing some important plans for the future, that they can't know about, and we don't want to risk any accidents, so you ought to stay away from Earth a little while, right?

- Of, course...

Then Metatron locked the elavator behind them, startling them both.

- So, if you'd be so dear, and tell the last message if there is any left-... So me and Aziraphale can go back to our own tasks.

- ... Of course - she took a shaky breath, and continued to Aziraphale - Crowley says... If anything happens... He says that- he truly, loves you.

It got quiet, Aziraphale was melting, and Metatron was listening.

- ...I love him too - his voice was bittersweet, he knew this was a parting message, something to move them forwards with. And they needed that for energy.

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