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now i've finally gotten some aziraphale's under my belt, it's time to take note of what i've actually learned by tracing all these screencaps!!

i hope someone finds this helpful. if you're into this kind of thing, there have been loads of other refs shared in the good omens reference library!

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now i've finally gotten some aziraphale's under my belt, it's time to take note of what i've actually learned by tracing all these screencaps!!

i hope someone finds this helpful. if you're into this kind of thing, there have been loads of other refs shared in the good omens reference library!

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“lift home?” print available here

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AHHHHHHHHGGGG just thinking about toxic fwb!simon who treats you, one of his sergeants, like nothing but his stupid little barracks bunny. he can’t help but want to constantly push his fat fuckin cock into you from behind, whether it be in your bed, in the alley of some pub, or in the bathroom during morning drills. it’s never in his bed because he knows you’ll want to stay; it’s easier if he’s able to just get up and leave. it’s always from behind because he doesn’t want to look at your face. miss him with that romance shit.

you just kinda deal with it. he fucks you good, right? it totally doesn’t hurt your feelings. it totally doesn’t suck that you’ve been infatuated with him since the moment you met. you totally didn’t fall for the way he gives orders, the way he’s so dedicated to keeping the team safe and on task. you totally didn’t have feelings for him, and you’re totally not only letting him use you because it’s better than him treating you like you’re invisible. it’s… fine????

yeah, it’s fine because it’s soap who sees your sad face one night after you and simon return from outside. simon immediately sits back down for another drink, meanwhile, you struggle to walk back to your own seat. you’re clearly worn out and your face is a bit sullen. it’s not like nobody knew what was going on. you and ghost weren’t exactly subtle, but soap didn’t think it was right for you to look so sad after getting your brains fucked out. it just didn’t make any sense.

that’s why he starts showing up outside of your door instead of simon. he tells you he just can’t sleep, and he needs a friend. he just so happens to show up just five minutes before ghost does every single night.

that’s why whenever simon gives you that look while you’re all out at the pub, johnny pulls you over and asks you to dance with him. that’s why he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear as you both look at each other with a tipsy gaze. he leans in and smiles at you before whispering, “you’re beautiful, lass. you deserve the world.” that’s why he kisses you, and he takes you home.

he doesn’t fuck you. not that night. instead, he throws on a movie, and he holds you until you fall asleep. the next morning, he takes you out for breakfast, and the next week, he’s got you in his lap, and he tells the team that you’re “his girl,” planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

and all simon can do is watch as jealousy and regret bubble in his stomach and threaten to spill from his mouth in the form of bile.

but he swallows it back, and he just watches as you start ignoring his looks, his 3AM text messages, and knocks on your door. instead, you opt for nights in johnny’s bed with sweet kisses and missionary and mating presses as he looks at your face, presses his lips against yours, and tells you how beautiful you are. he lets you - no, he begs you to stay the night with him.

and all simon can do is watch.

a/n: sorry i just needed to get this out of my brain.

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Don't go calling after ghosts.

I am here - flesh, blood, bone

and devotion.

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have some mercy my dude

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Nothing's New...

Can't help but think of:

"You were a wonderful experience.."

"And you were... everything..."

With Sunshine!Reader and Ghost

To you, he may have just been an experience, but you were everything to him. Doing everything he never expected anyone to do. You were new, something different from what his whole life had offered him.

You were safety, you were warmth but most of all.. you were his. You were there when he needed you the most, his safety net. Taking care of him when everyone else was busy fending for themselves. You took care of almost everyone but who took care of you?

Though he never was blatantly obvious, Simon cared. Maybe too much, finding ways to make your life easier or at least make you smile. Simon who took it upon himself to make your safety his priority despite all the risks that come with working along side you.

You meant the world to him, he'd do anything to rewind time. To see you, talk to you and be with you for so much more than he already had in hopes it would be enough.

A petty fucking argument, that's what caused this, it wasn't your fault. It was an accident, yet he called you carelesss. Maybe it was true, what people used to say...

No one would ever truly care if you were gone, you thought about it, how it seemed like they cared very little, how he cared very little. Not bothering to even acknowledge you exist even when you're trying so hard to communicate, he went cold, like he never had before.

You knew 141 cared but not enough, that your disappearance will be easily taken and that at some point they'll replace you and be content there.

if only he can take back the shit he said.. It was too late, the last words he heard from you...

"Bomb my location, Captain.."

Unbeknownst to your static radio, you didn't hear how Simon begged and pleaded Price not to. Never had Price seen Ghost so vulnerable, but that wasn't Ghost, it was Simon.

Those dreaded letters next to your name..

"KIA"

He thought he was used to it by now, but like in old fashion you proved him wrong. Just like how you proved him wrong when he thought he himself was unlovable.

He failed you, he fucking did. Just like everyone else in his life he lost, just a glimpse of it all. You felt like a distant memory, he is never going to be as happy as he was with you. Never again will he see that smile that lifted the world from his shoulders. That's the second time someone left his life... Yet the feeling was far worse..

Nothing's new..

A/n: Apologies to everyone, I wanted to write something good but this seems so half-assed.

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18+ CONTENT — MDNI. warnings -> f!reader, filming, m. masturbation, rough sex, light asphyxiation.

loser, college!könig returns with his gf that has an onlyfans.

at first he wants nothing to do with it, says that he doesn't need anyone recognizing him but he's more than happy to support you from a distance. meaning— watching your videos on the off chance that you're staying the night at your own dorm and he misses you. he gets the unedited version, gets to see all the little bits and giggles you cut out.

all the times you accidentally moan his name because you just cant help it. he’s always running through your mind.

every time he indulges in your content, he finds his mind racing. wondering if it really would be fun if he joined you on camera, for starters… then his thoughts drift off somewhere darker, falling for the notion that your audience doesn’t even know that he owns every part of you. it makes him grit out curses. prompts him fuck his own fist even harder, going from a lazy push and pull of his strong hips to an angry pace, while imagining that your sobs and hiccups of pleasure are bouncing off of the walls. even though your cunt feels devastatingly better than his hand— there’s no faking that.

shamefully, he lets these thoughts fester. he’s not sure if there will be a boiling point. because after all he lets you do whatever you please. you’re able to make him forget everything with a few sweet kisses, but this. it lingers in his mind even during the most innocent moments, and comes to the forefront during the nastiest. like when he has your face smooshed into one of the couch cushions, nearly suffocating you, but the slight lack of oxygen makes everything feel better. you don’t mind admitting that. you’re clawing at everything and anything you can reach pathetically; the arm of the couch, könig’s beefy forearms as they cage you in.

you babble every time his cock plunges into you. i love you— i love you, koko. it makes him feel insane. high, even. especially when you prop yourself up on your knees beneath him, making it easier for him to fuck you stupid. he chokes on a groan, thinking as carefully as he can about his next few words, “wanna show them how much you love me?”

them? it takes you a painful second, before it all clicks. your cunt squeezes around him at the idea, nearly cumming right then and there before you two can even start recording. you’re nodding furiously and drooling out your pleas, and könig still has enough of his brain left to laugh breathily and prop one of your phones up for the first of many times.

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-farts-

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I love the fact that Crowley had zero seconds to sit down and think about the dance, Aziraphale’s nervous and giggly expression, Aziraphale actually grasping his hand and pulling him to the dance floor so excited, and I imagine Crowley a couple of days later just lifting his hand to look at it like

Wait what was that about

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Alright yall know neighbor!AUs are my bread and butter so I present to you: one Neighbor!Simon Riley. Just some preliminary thoughts:

Definitely not the type to go around introducing himself to the existing neighborhood. He may give you a polite wave if you pass him on the sidewalk or something, but that's about it.

Only opens the blinds very, very rarely. In fact, the only way you can usually tell he's even home is if his modest pickup truck is in the drive.

So it takes months before you even figure out what his voice sounds like.

Some of your mail probably gets delivered to his place by mistake, so he brings it over just in time to catch you walking to your car.

It's. A very short conversation lol. Just a quick "got your mail by mistake" and a quick nod when you thank him.

But, unbeknownst to you, the exchange is different for him. You've caught his eye.

It takes several more weeks after that first "conversation", but at some point you notice that stuff outside just. Starts being done for you while you're not there.

The grass is mowed. The leaves are raked up. The gutters are cleaned out. The snow is shoveled out of the driveway.

You know it's him. It's the only sensible possibility.

But if you ask him, he denies, denies, denies. Or says he was already doing his own thing and it was no big deal to just tack yours on.

Try to thank him and he just sort of. Waves you off. So you try to repay him by bringing him dinner or things like that.

It's a. Tenuous definition of friendship, but it's there.

To the point where he asks you to grab his mail while he's deployed elsewhere. He trusts you to not go through it.

Its not too long before he notices that he's thinking of you when he's gone. Wondering what you're up to. If you're okay.

He finds himself coming to you when he returns home. He can't divulge details of his work, but he can at least see that you're alright.

The first time you see the inside of his house is when the power knocks out during an ice storm. He's all but adamant that you stay with him, just for safety's sake.

It's also the first time you wake up in his arms. When he wakes, he pulls you closer instead of pushing you away before he can even think twice.

He feels like he can be vulnerable with you. Like he can let his guard down. You're his soft, safe place to land after witnessing so much death and destruction.

For the first time in a very, very long time, Simon Riley realizes he has something to look forward to. A reason to come home.

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Imagine Simon/Price proposing to their partner and they’re just standing there in shock and Simon/Price are just like “My love, not to rush you but my knees are not what they used to be”

He then proceeds to get stuck on the floor

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Stargazing.

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oopsie!omens pt2 - in the beginning

pt3 here

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what happened on the drive home from tadfield...?