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tired-beholding-bitch · 2 years

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fire exists the first in light

guess who’s in love with agnes montague and decided to make it everyone’s problem ❤️ it is me, yes ❤️

honestly this is just self-indulgent fluff because she deserved to have soft and kind and gentle things and she never go to, and jack had such a sweet and bright love for her. idk it just makes my heart clench to think about them.

enjoy! here you can find the fic on ao3 if you prefer ✨

ASHES denote that fire was;

Respect the grayest pile

For the departed creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile.

Fire exists the first in light,

And then consolidates,—

Only the chemist can disclose

Into what carbonates.

— Emily Dickinson

Agnes forgot her scarf.

Jack confirms that’s still the case by stealing another sideways glance at her, as if anything would have changed in the last minute or so.

He’s usually better at not staring at her quite so plainly. Usually, though, he isn’t as distracted.

Her throat is pale and delicate, her skin smooth like cream.

Jack wants to run his index finger down the long, perfect column of it, and press down gently in the hollow between her clavicles.

Instead, he curls his hand into a fist at his side, tendons tensing and relaxing as he tears his eyes away.

It doesn’t last, really. She’s hard to look away from, the way she stands tall, her shoulders drawn back and her chin tilted up, trusting her feet to find their place on the earth even on the irregular terrain of the park.

She approaches most things like that – unwaveringly certain of the end result, never pausing for questions – and sometimes he wonders what that makes of him, when he hardly knows where he’ll be next week. If she’ll look at him one day and decide, as one would decide whether to wear a white or black shirt, to simply never show up on his doorstep again.

It’d hardly be surprising, but he doesn’t like dwelling on it.

There’s no point to it – either she’ll stay or she won’t, but she is here right now, and that’s enough.

He sighs, glancing up at the sky. It looks like rain, but then, every day looks like rain in November. When he risks another look at Agnes, estimating enough time has passed as not to make it weird, she’s already looking back.

Her expression is wide open, thoughtful. His heart twinges sweetly at the sight of her lips, curled into a subdued version of her lopsided smile.

Jack isn’t a poet.

If he was, he’d be able to find better words to describe the way her hair burns against the slate-grey winter sky, dead branches threaded through it like dark, engorged veins. The subtle warmth of her body next to his, growing stronger every time their shoulders brush in passing. The white mist of her breath, thick and opaque like smoke.

He wants to hold her hand.

The next time their arms touch, he can feel the heat radiating from the back of her hands, curling around his wrist like a warning.

He doesn’t reach out. Instead, he swallows, and speaks before he can talk himself out of it.

«Do you want my scarf?» he says. It still comes out tentative, somewhat. He’s nervous around her. At this point, perhaps he’ll never stop, and he’s alright with the idea. It feels right, that there would be a price to pay to see her eyes widening, all amber and muted gold, as she hums in pleased surprise.

Her hand goes to her throat, long fingers wrapping around the naked skin, fingertips tapping an absent-minded rhythm. She nods.

The scarf is stifling around his neck, wound too tightly in his haste to leave the house. He unravels the knot quite gladly at her assent, holding out the bundle of fabric for her to take. It’s easy to imagine stepping in front of her, carefully tucking the ends into her coat. Her fingers twist in the soft cotton, tugging it closer, and he lets go of the thought.

She doesn’t tie it at all, letting it hang loose and swing slightly back and forth as she walks. The black cloth is a stark contrast to the paleness of her – it makes her face look sharper, carved roughly out of bone-white driftwood.

He wonders what she’d look like clad in vibrant greens and the dark yellow of autumn leaves, in robin egg blue and lavender purple. He hopes to be still here in the spring, if only to see a sundress flutter in the breeze around her knees, and feels adrift.

They walk in silence.

It lingers, stretching in the yawning distance between their fingers, scant and yet impossible to breach. It’s familiar.

Agnes doesn’t talk often.

In fact, it’d be maybe more accurate to say she doesn’t talk almost at all, except to offer tidbits of information in response to some rambling anecdote or other about his family or his friends or his job. He had quickly run out of stories, his life exhausting itself into her steady breathing and the cracking of twigs under her weight, and now they spend most of their time together just walking in the rapidly darkening light.

He holds what little she volunteered close to his chest, even if it paints a rather strange picture.

Something about a large family, and religion, and years she spent away, tangled in something bigger than he can understand. She doesn’t mind the cold. She doesn’t like spiders.

The time she told him about the spiders was the only one in which she’d let something like anger slip in her voice – it had seethed, crackling and powerful, and the air around them had grown hazy with the smell of smoke and burning dust.

He’d never talked about it again. He tries not to think too hard about any of it.

It’s kind of hard to do, though, when the only other occasions Agnes initiates conversation involve the kind of question that makes him freeze on the spot, anxiety writhing in his chest like it wants to scoop something out of it.

«Do I scare you?» she asks, today. She’s smiling as she speaks – the sort of there, sort of not smile that makes his heart contract and expand too violently, recoiling against his ribcage like a faulty gun –, her head just barely turned towards him. Her voice doesn’t raise at the end, and it comes out not sounding like a question at all.

She doesn't wait for an answer, either.

Her expression doesn't change, but he can still tell – with the absolute certainty of dreams, that lingering conviction – that she's sad when she wasn't before. Something in her choice, her gaze meaningful and heavy.

«It's okay if I do. I'm supposed to.» she says, and he can't gauge the emotion in her tone but it clings to the words like blood, her expression unreadable. Final.

Jack hates it with furious, single-minded intensity.

Then the streetlamp next to them blinks to life, casting its warm glow against the encroaching darkness of the evening, and suddenly she's awash with light.

It takes his breath away.

Agnes has always been beautiful. Now she's lit from within, almost, and he has the insane thought that if he touched her he'd burn.

He still wants.

Her eyes flicker like a summer bonfire, dark specks of terracotta dancing in her irises. This close he can make out the golden freckles dotting her nose – the red, suffused glow of her cheeks, the rose-tint of her lips he wants to kiss brighter. He might die if he did, he thinks, his wildly beating heart bursting out of his chest at last, but she's real and warm and breathing, and she might well be the only real and warm and breathing thing left in the world, in the island of light the streetlamp paints around them, his breath freezing in the glacial November air before he can fully exhale.

It leaves him unbalanced, teetering on the edge of something he isn't quite ready to face.

He falls.

«Can I hold your hand?» he asks, and it echoes too loud in the quiet between them. Presumptuous, maybe.

Heart rabbiting in his temples, climbing up his throat to pulse in his palate as he waits to see if he finally pushed his luck too far, he waits. Stops two steps behind her, leaving her space.

Agnes doesn't leave.

Instead, she stops, two steps in front. She rummages for a second in the deep pocket of her big black coat, making a small sound in her throat when she finds what she was looking for.

She slips the leather gloves on one at a time, primly, tugging them under the cuff of her sleeves until no skin is left exposed. They're maybe a little small for her – he watches her flex her fingers inside them, stretching them out, like

It's endearing. Even more so when she thrusts her arm behind her, fingers wiggling a little. He can't tell if she's trying to encourage him or just still getting used to the feeling of leather.

Jack takes her hand anyway, and ignores the way his own shakes as he does.

It feels momentous, when she tightens her grip, squeezing gently.

Warmth seeps through where their palms touch, flushed together, sensation coming back tingling and prickly to his cold skin.

«No one had ever held my hand before.» Agnes says, and her smile is more there than it isn't, her mouth soft and open with it. She doesn't sound sad anymore.

«I won't let go until you ask me to.» he says.

It isn't until the words are out he finds they sound as sure as hers ever did.

#tbh i should just go around wearing a 'ask me about agnes montague' shirt because i could talk about her for hours #and have before #(yes it was to saint) (yes that nickname is more and more literal)#(care u if you're reading this)#not to mention there's a joke to be made thereabout the string of fate #if that spider in his flat that she burns to dust had anything to do with it at least #but ANYWAYS #im also writing other things i promise this just happened to get done #unlike my several other wips #and i thought i might as well share it after sitting on it for a couple days #much love i hope y'all enjoy <3 #tma #tma fic #agnes montague #jack barnabas #tired writes

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sttoru · 8 months

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 .

⟣ sypnosis. a nightmare of your lover’s disappearance wakes you from your sleep.

⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. angst, comfort, fluff. takes place after gojo’s unsealed but before dec 24th, bits of spoilers jjk leaks 236 at the end. mentions of death, blood.

⟣ note. based on it’s happening again by agnes obel. coping rn dhmu . . . not proofread bcs i cant read through my tears anyways hope u enjoy im gonna cry myself to sleep now

everyone has to die at one point — not even the strongest of all could avoid that tragical fate. not even the strongest sorcerer you call your lover.

no, not even him. the universe couldn’t spare him. you thought that maybe, it would. maybe fate wouldn’t apply to him. oh, how wrong you were.

blood splatter—a stream of red liquid. right at your feet. right in front of your eyes. a man in half. and not just any regular man;

“satoru !”

your dark surroundings become blurry with tears, your body jolts out of its current dreaming state. you could feel your heart in your chest—in your throat. your brain shut itself off for a few seconds as your eyes try to make out shapes and figures in the room you’re in. your bedroom.

you only then realises that it was all just a gruesome nightmare. a hyperrealistic one at that; one that will haunt you for years.

“hmmh.. ‘m right here, baby.” a groggy voice next to you replies to your yell in agony. the yell that was the shape of your lover’s name leaving your lips—

you instantly turn your head to the right and there he was; the man whom just met death in your dreams. gojo satoru, all alive and well. in your bed, in your presence, in your life.

satoru’s hand aimlessly pats the space next to him in search of your body whilst he rubbed his eyes with the other, trying to adjust his sight to the dark so he could find you. you seemed to be in complete distress. which he does not like.

“it’s okay, shh, shh,” your lover hums, hand finally finding your arm. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you on top of him—your head laying on his chest.

his body was warm. his heartbeat was there. loud and clear in your right ear.

“satoru. . .” a river of tears flows down your cheeks like a dam that has been broken into. your body trembles, lungs feeling like they couldn’t get any air in them from how hard you were sobbing. the pain of losing your loved one; it all came flowing back to you.

satoru frowns, “hey, hey. look at me — sweetheart, c’mon.”

he instantly sits up and pulls you along with him. his hands find your cheeks, tilting your head up. this time it was his turn to feel his heart break in pieces. you looked absolutely distraught. as if you just went through a traumatic experience of some kind. he hated it.

“shit,” satoru mutters under his breath before pulling you into his embrace again, arms circling your waist with his head buried in the crook of your neck, “it’s okay, i’m here now. you’re safe.”

it wasn’t the first time you had nightmares when he was with you. you had them regularly after satoru had gotten sealed in the prison realm for nineteen days—nineteen days of dread for you. of an empty bed, an empty house and an empty life.

when satoru had finally been released from the prison realm it was like a dream come true. a happy dream, that is. not those repetitive, bad ones you have every now and then. you still get those nightmares of your lover being either taken away from you by force or by death itself. your brain couldn’t give you a break — even after his return.

“take a deep breath in,” satoru instructs and sets an example by doing the breathing exercise with you, “hold it for three seconds . . . breathe out for six. mhmm, good—jus’ like that.”

you repeat it a couple more times, sobbing and shaking throughout the entirety of the exercise, but eventually manage to calm down a little. satoru sighs in relief at this;

“you okay, baby?”

you nod weakly and sniff, wanting nothing more than to be held by the man you thought had vanished from your life forever. you had that scare once, when he was sealed, and you never want to go back to those dark times. ever.

“it’s— i, just—“ you hiccup once, unable to complete entire sentences, “i thought you w-were gone. i thought you had died.”

it was silent after that (except for the sound your silent sobs and sniffles). satoru had guessed by now that you saw him die in your dream — that much was pretty obvious. but, the thought that you were this distressed because of it makes him. . . happy in a way.

happy that someone would mourn over him at least.

“well,” satoru pensively replies, hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, “everyone has to meet their end one day, you know?”

that sentence was one that was meant to lighten up the grim mood somehow. one of his many lighthearted remarks that were supposed distract you from your tears. it would work during other moments like these — were you’d be too baffled by the things satoru says to care about what you were crying for — yet today it only worsens your misery.

“shut up.” you weakly punch his chest to which the white haired male chuckles softly, his slender fingers instantly interlocking with yours. satoru’s thumb brushes against your wrist before pulling it up to his lips, placing ticklish kisses among your skin.

another silence hangs in the air.

“seriously though. . . if i were to somehow die, i’d want you to live and move on, yeah?” your lover whispers in such a quiet tone that it was almost inaudible. satoru had looked death right in the eye before — he didn’t care back then if it were actually his end.

he does now. he has the world to lose — his world — his everything. you.

satoru wants to live a happy life with you. he doesn’t want to die now that he has you. the love of his life which he wants to grow old with. maybe have kids with. start an own family away from the busy streets, away from the swarming curses in the city and away from all that sorcerer stuff. it was a nice dream.

“shut it!” you huff and satoru takes another weak punch to the chest. his gaze lands upon your tear struck face and he instantly drops the serious ‘act’.

the sorcerer laughs, his usual boyish laugh that makes you feel better, and he flips you both over so that he has you pinned underneath him. satoru grins before kissing your tummy all over, making you giggle from the ticklish feeling;

“i’m playin’, baby! i’m not going anywhereeee!” he promises through wet pecks against your skin, the smile on his evident even if you couldn’t see it — you could hear it in his voice.

satoru leaves your tummy and moves on to your neck and face. he was smothering you in affection in hopes you’d cheer up some way. he just wants you to forget about anything bad happening to him. you didn’t deserve to think about all that stuff — you deserve to be happy and full of joy.

even without him one day.

“i’d never leave my princess all alone.” satoru shakes his head and pouts dramatically, “who else is gonna spoil you? or kiss and cuddle you to bed, huh?”

you finally show an ounce of joy. a tiny smile. that was all satoru had needed to see. he wasn’t going to stop there, however. his goal was to turn that small smile into a full blown fit of laughter.

“i’m one of a kind, baby. you’re never gonna meet a man like me.” he continues with a proud grin, putting all of his body weight on top of you which causes you to groan and grumble a lighthearted complain.

satoru knows you like it whenever he clings to you and thus he uses that piece of knowledge to help you feel better. his head was buried into your shoulder, limbs enveloping your body like a koala.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes and snuggle up to your lover, closing your eyes as the tiredness hits your body after all that crying.

“whatever !” satoru mocks you in a high-pitched tone, followed by a pair of giggles from the two of you. a third and final punch to the chest finally shuts him up for the rest of the night.

the sorcerer made sure you had fallen asleep first before he whispered the next words in your ear, hoping they’d calm your mind and body so that no nightmares would ever bother you again;

“don’t you worry, sweets. i’m not leaving you. ever.”

. . .

those were the same exact words satoru wished he could utter to you one last time before the current date — 24th of december.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fic #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo angst #jjk comfort #jjk spoilers

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ssailormoonn · 2 months

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re: the Naruto boys, are there any songs you think fit them from your playlists? or just songs you think they'd vibe to irl? 🫶🏻😇

I sure do have some songs from my playlist that the Naruto Characters would vibe to :D (with links)

this is simply my opinion, if u guys no likey then just keep on scrolling :)

NARUTO;

On Fye By The Simps, Eyedress, Zzzahara

Pink + White by Frank Ocean

Jealous by Eyedress

Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

American boy by Estelle, Kanye West

SHIKAMARU;

Bring Me To Life by Evanescene

Motion Sickness by Vestron Vulture

Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

Redbone by Childish Gambino

Untrust Us by Crystal Castles

Soaked by Shy Smith

it fit when i was a kid by Crystal Castles (unreleased)

Why'd You Only Call Me When Your High by Arctic monkeys

SASUKE;

Let It Happen by Tame Impala

YOU'RE TOO SLOW by Odetari

GMFU by Odetari

Dark Beach by Pastel Ghost

Killin on Demand by Freddie Dreadd

Deep End by Foushee

She's My Collar by Gorillaz, Kali Uchis

ITACHI;

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

Chamber of Reflection by Mac DeMarco

Borderline by Tame Impala

Alleyways by The Neighbourhood

Why'd You Only Call Me When Your High by Arctic monkeys

Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike

Headlock by Imogen Heap

I bet on loosing dogs by Mitski

OBITO;

Mask Off by Future, Kendrick Lamar

House of Balloons/ Table Glass Girls by The Weeknd

4 Morant by Doja Cat

Тоска By Molchat Dom

GARRA;

On Fye By The Simps, Eydress, Zzzahara (agn...)

My kind of woman by Mac DeMarco

The Perfect Girl by Maurex

Who Is She? by Monster

Young by Vacations

KAKASHI;

One of The Girls by The Weeknd, Lily Rose-Depp, JENNIE

The Colour Violet by Troy Lanez

Never by Mag.o

The Party & The After Party by The Weeknd

hope you enjoyed, this was my first type of request so i tired my best :D

M A S T E R L I S T

#sasuke fluff #sasuke #naruto #kakashi #obito #itachi #garra #gaara #shikamaru

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mclarenyaoi · 2 months

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list 5 songs you've been enjoying recently — tysm @albontology for the tag!! apologies in advance for the yapping lol i like my tunes ^^'

"andy, you're a star" by the killers — there are two different interpretations of this song and i enjoy both of them but i enjoy the one where its abt gay yearning WAY MORE

"agnes" by glass animals — how to be a human being is one of my fav albums OF ALL TIME.. anyways agnes is an incredibly sad song but its fantastic and a great ultimate song for the album

"死にたがり" (shinitagari) by 梨本うい (nashimoto ui) feat. hatsune miku — first heard in a homestuck pmv when i was in my homestuck kick a couple years ago but its surpassed that (the pmv is still great tho lets not get it twisted)

"i want you to know that i'm awake/i hope that you're asleep" by car seat headrest — 8 minutes and 43 seconds of realizing i relate a little too much to 2014 will toledo. and like the whole album is good, car seat headrest is good, i <3 csh. honorary mention to my boy, the song of all time (true)

"kitty kat" by megan thee stallion — idk how many of yall watch rupauls drag race but. yeah morphine fucking bodied dawn rip i was rooting for her and more importantly that lipsync reminded me i LIVE for megan thee stallion. loveee body ofc but ive been listening to kitty kat more =^u^= meow

very sorry if anyone im tagging has already been tagged!! no pressure @box-box-blorbos @oscah @solitaire-enthusiast @inchidentally and if YOU are seeing this... consider letting people know about your enjoyed tunes

#tag game #simon says #for reference no one needs to talk abt every song i did tho bc i like talking

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thesherrinfordfacility · 10 months

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it's high time that i redid the ✨masterpost✨ of all the shit floating around this blog where i say anything arguably insightful, existential/philosophical, or even just teetering on the cusp of being vaguely intelligent, so voila here you go and fucking enjoy:

worth having a looksie through this: longwinded anon (LWA)✨ masterpost

and then because i am actually so proud of these i did video edits to lewis capaldi (he's my hozier fight me) and im sorry but my beat matching is insane, godlike even:

season 2 (forget me)

season 1 (heavenly kind of state of mind)

also:

did i get emotional over crowley's fall and having to leave behind his creations and aziraphale's various conflicts in faith? you're goddamn right i did (credit to hillywood for the fall scenes that sent me into a frenzy)

stuff that is potentially relevant to s3 or is essentially my safe space to shit on these two incompetent-ass characters for being the most ridiculous beings god ever conceived:

(be warned, all of these will conflict each other bc im a loose cannon, a wildcard, and can't settle on a single thing)

(no seriously my opinion changes over time so interpretations that i once held might no longer be the interpretation that i have now, ya feel me)

you wanted a s3 plot prediction, right?

aziraphale brought an ak-47 to a fist fight and ohooo boy did it have Consequences

god i really ought to work out a tagging system in here, huh - this is my ramble on what i think could have happened during the fall

just a small one on the 1967 scene and the holy water thing (tw: suicide)

crowley found the book of life and tbh it was very james bond of him

saraqael rapidly slotting into my top 5 GO characters based on a singular hc wahoo

fuckin ✨1941✨ (this also upsets ALL of my interpretations of the Final Fifteen which... well what can u do)

a fucking rug just put shivers down my spine

more on raphael/azazel/scapegoat/fall theory, glorious smart anons are feeding me yummy soup

perhaps a more comprehensive rambling on omelas, scapegoats, and Those Promo Photos

an updated maggie rambling why not, she's still giving me a headache (and this ask neatly summarises some stuff too!)

my boy crowley really doesn't like change, does he wee baby (may develop this into a full meta who knows)

you know i think heaven might just be the bad place, i know - shocker

god i hope i was possessed by agnes nutter when i wrote this

a gifset format bc i cba to write, but aziraphale might have been, or might become, raphael

ive lied like a rug in previous theory posts: THIS one, this time travel clusterfuck, is the bottom of the barrel

spent hours studying michael sheens face in utter disbelief that he is capable of portraying every emotion known to man, and wrote about it (ie my take on the kiss)

i think goob might have been more important in the mega miracle than we initially thought (and no - not in the way you're currently thinking)

aziraphale and suffering are pretty well acquainted with each other (warning: i absolutely HATE this meta it's so bad)

um i guess you could term this as god is dead theory? nietzsche strikes again anyway

we REALLY hit rock bottom in the theory stakes with this one, lads (it's about whether crowley does in fact fully remember the fall)

(REWORKED) greasy johnson is the second coming. that's it. that's the post.

finally wrote about the book of life well done me

crowley was offered the same chance as aziraphale, im fairly sure, and as far as ive seen noone noticed??

the motif of lies in job made me come over all poetic

relativity is NOT my milieu especially in GO but giving it my best shot

hahaha is everything aziraphale's fault hahahaha

fuckinnnn BOOOOOOKKKSSSSS

EVERY DETAIL MATTERS? YEAH I SHOULD FUCKING THINK SO (and im still keeping this on here bc if im right in s3 im never going to shut up)

job is crowley and crowley is job except job didn't get sent to sit on the naughty step

never thought id see the day where i analyse richard curtis' 4WAAF but this show has got me whipped, jumping through hoops and over stalls like a fucking show pony

i have the dreadful feeling that we might have been fools by sleeping on aziraphale's own angelic importance all this time

did the costume department just simply go ham in s2 or are the angel costumes Important?

more on outfits

ruminations on the fall, morality and omniscience vs. free will, and making choices as if i have any idea what im talking about

okay this one is a little shitpost-y but the message is sound and im an un-apologetic aziraphale supporter, sue me

a sprinkle of s2 symbology, a dash of ineffable plan speculation, and laure girlbossing on how the two go together mwah

this was sooooo tasty i love talking about nietzsche

honestly this one doesn't even have a theme i just like talking to people

okay so this is the genesis of my aziraphale defence league (population: like 15% of the fandom) but i will not stop until he gets the recognition and empathy he mf deserves

Cancel Metatron 2k23

this was pre-s2 but the concept still stands: something feels icky about crowley's fall narrative and the book of life is ringing alarm bells

the concept of pedestals is one of my juicy favourites in psychology and you will find out just how much if you stick around this blog long enough (aziraphale's critique)

and lastly crowley's narrative of his fall? hm, big issue there and honestly the root of all Crowley discourse on this blog, be duly warned

old stuff if you fancy having a giggle at my expense

come chat to me about things

#good omens #no need to interact if you dont want to but feel free to like #this is honestly so i don't have to scroll through my blog shitpit to find old theoties etc #toodles✨

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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Heyy👉🏻👈🏻 I’m searching for fics that have a reference or recreate the library fire scene in the show, with crowley thinking aziraphale is dead (but him being alive btw!). Do u maybe know some of them?

Hello. We have some fics which focus on Crowley’s trauma following the bookshop fire here which may interest you. And I’ve got some fics now which are set at the time of the fire and have Crowley believing Aziraphale is dead (and some in which Aziraphale also thinks Crowley has died!)...

Different Kinds of Pain by Quefish (NR)

What would have happened if Aziraphale hadn't been discorporated, instead going looking for Crowley as Crowley came looking for him?

No deaths, only the belief there were deaths.

Fire and Light by AkuChibi (G)

The bookshop burned down. But there’s no reason to think it was hellfire. No reason to believe his whole world just went up in flames leaving him none the wiser.

Or, Crowley may or may not be having some sort of mental breakdown at the bar. Denying reality. Until it hits him. Because you can only deny reality for so long.

My first ever attempt at Good Omens fanfic. Please be kind.

Gone by HopeCoppice (T)

Heaven has sounded its war horns, and Crowley stands in a burning bookshop, watching his world go down in flames.

The Empty Flat & The Burning Bookshop by probably_publius (T)

It took a lot for Aziraphale to finally give in and give Crowley the thermos of Holy Water, and when he does, he is ladden with guilt. He can only hope that he doesn't use it on himself.

In this storyline, Sergeant Shadwell takes just a minute longer to run to Mr. Fell's bookshop and misses Aziraphale after he runs to Crowley's flat. Meanwhile, Crowley is driving (if you can call it driving) to the bookshop. Aziraphale finds the demon goop and his thermos of Holy Water in Crowley's empty flat, his best friend gone. Crowley finds the bookshop in flames, his best friend gone.

Warnings!!! You have been warned! Heavy angst, some swearing, reference to murder , reference to discorporation, reference to stealing, mention of Nazis, themes of and apparent suicide, themes of depression, self-loathing, and self-guilt.

Please let me know if I missed anything in the warnings. Enjoy!

Will You Come Back (when the world ends) by fractalgeometry (T)

The bookshop is on fire.

The thermos is empty.

I lost my best friend.

Heart Like a Locket by Supergeek21 (T)

Aziraphale has a secret. Underneath his antique waistcoat, buttoned-up shirt, and meticulously tied bow tie he wears something else at all times. Something very dear to him.

Crowley has known for years that Aziraphale wears a locket under his clothes but he’s never known what’s inside. He’s often wondered, but it’s the furthest thing from his mind as the world starts to end… until he runs into the angel’s burning bookshop and finds the trinket damaged and lying under “The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter.” The answer is the last thing he ever expected.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #hurt/comfort #bookshop fire #assumed character death #mod d

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chamomileharry · 1 year

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hey! how u doing?

I was wondering if by any chance you’d knew fics where harry already have kids before he met louis ✨🤍

hi friend! sorry it took me a minute to get to you but here's a few I lovee! hope you enjoy <3 𑁍 Feels Like The First Time (3k) // jaerie

It's Harry's first night out since the twins were born. He wasn't even looking for more than a night to have a few drinks and destress. He didn't expect to run into his high school sweetheart after so many years apart. And he didn't expect what came after.

𑁍 Where Love Grows (6k) // Neondiamond

When his husband leaves without warning only weeks after the birth of their first child, a struggling Harry is forced to move in with a work colleague and raise his newborn in the desolate, dreary outskirts of London. There, within the walls of a shitty apartment complex, he meets Louis Tomlinson, fellow struggling parent and hopeless romantic.

𑁍 yes, i know (we’ll be alright) (6k) // hazthecoconut

louis teaches harry's children in mathematics. harry teaches louis in a complex subject named - love. 𑁍 When Everything Gets In The Way (16k) // Kiwiwoman Louis is Harry's professor who holds his baby in lectures. 𑁍 eucalyptus (45k) // docklands

Harry didn't mean to get pregnant at all. When little Agnes comes along, his bachelor life takes a turn and he has to figure out how to single parent, with the occasional help from his best friend and co-worker, Zayn. Everything is running smoothly until Agnes starts acting strange, crying non-stop, sleeping at the most unconventional hours and not caring that she's ruining Harry's life. Her doctor says she's just an infant and that there's nothing wrong with her. Harry's instincts tell him the doctor's wrong and that he needs to seek a second opinion. Agnes' new paediatrician, Louis Tomlinson, is enthusiastic, passionate about his job and a little too charming for Harry's lonely heart to take. More than figuring out what's wrong with her, Louis ends up revealing secrets about Harry's life he had never even dreamed about.

#answered ask #fic recs #momrry #chamomileharry fic rec #larry fic rec #single parent harry

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fallout-lou-begas · 1 year

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i just finished reading ikroah again and i'm in shambles (in a good way)...i hope this doesn't sound weird but something i really love about the way you make ikroah is that you don't really post a lot about agnes besides this comic so the comic is all we really know about her and it just makes me so rabid and feral for every new issue hfgdadls. again sorry if that's a weird thing to say i just really love the comic and agnes a lot thank and i love learning more about her thank u

thanks anon, i'm glad you enjoy it! make sure to get your IKROAH loyalty card punched with each read, and the tenth reduction to shambles will be free.

a looooong time ago i used to do some like, question prompts and other get-to-know stuff about Agnes and it was, like, a little helpful I guess for helping me develop her character but that was about the only thing it was good for I think, and I could have always just done it privately. i know that making characters and sharing them is more of a social activity than a serious creative project for a lot of people but over time i eventually found myself working firmly with the latter approach, which meant that I wanted my comic to stand completely on its own. i've been tight-lipped about a lot of agnes' past and a lot of what's coming in the storyline because that ambiguity and unknown aspect is intentional. i actually really like it when people reread IKROAH because stuff that was ambiguous originally gets revealed as foreshadowing on a revisit. if i was blabbing on here constantly about the character motivations and histories that explain every action or line of dialogue, then what's the point of the comic itself? am i writing a story, or am i writing the wikipedia page for the story? y'know? and idk, ambiguity is good. i'll go to my grave before i tell you all exactly and explicitly what is going through agnes and cass' heads in IKROAH #22. you either get it or you don't! talk about it! think about it! that's how stories work!

#this got bitchy toward the end lol sorry i just got home from a pretty boring work party #asks #anon #ikroah meta

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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hi bb🫶🏻🫶🏻 its been another long time since i sent smt agn im sorry:( ive been prepping for end year exams and its sooooo tiring i have like 10 papers left:(

agn i hope ur doing well and taking care of urselffff !!! i read finished the last chap for blurred lines and its q late alr but i reaaaaally enjoyed every chap and u did amazing🫶🏻🫶🏻

its been a long time since i caught up w ur acc so i saw the drabble list guehfiwhfohw im gna send a separate ask HAHHA im in my missing sunwoo hours and i vant find anyth to help me w that:(

(the hold the vlive sunwoo photo has on me🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

Oh, please don't worry about sending me stuff and focus on your exams!! 🥺🥺❤️❤️ also, 10 papers?!?? 🥴😭 I'm crying for you and hoping you're remembering to take care of yourself while focusing on your studies!!

Ah, Blurred Lines ❤️❤️❤️ thank you for reading that series and I'm so thrilled you've enjoyed all of it!!

Yes, send one/some drabbles in!! I'd love to do some for you (if I/you haven't already haha)

This is what's got me in a chokehold rn lol

#sunwoossunflowers

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1-800-i-ship-it · 3 years

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favorite khun quotes?

Hey anon!

Sksjdk I am so SO SORRY this is terribly late (haha sorry I think this was in like July or august,,,akshsks) I wasn’t ignoring you or anything I just got swept up in stuff and wanted to give a good answer for this so yeah aksdf

Without further ado, here we go, in no particular order (i did group some more related ones together but thats all):

hope this answers your ask!

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kooksrae · 3 years

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a collection of things that have made me feel a certain way

updated 23042024

not everything recommended here will suit everyone (smut/ violence/ toxic relationships) and if you do click into links please make sure you read the tws before continuing.

Social Media AU! (text messages/ snapchat/ twitter/ insta typa vibes)

casual - @muniimyg (JJK × reader)

i have been religiously following this on one of my other tumblr accounts and it's finally completed and i'm so excited to share this with all of you!!

reading this made my insides very tingly and BUTTERFLY typa energy!

lowkey my new comfort fic!

there's some written parts here and there but it really just adds to the CONTENT and the SPICE of the whole situation

Tiger Flower - @v-hope (JJK × reader/ KTH × reader)

hella fluffy. makes my heart do the uwu. very much wholesome. something i stayed up till 6am reading

11/10 would stay up till 6 reading it again.

also the significance of tiger lilies is insanely aDORABLEEE

my love for jjk has just grown a gazillion times more

Under A Shadow - @firebettercallnct (KTH × reader, slight JJK × reader)

a lil angst and a lil fluff. (as all good stories will have)

kinda wish it was longer idk. im a sucker for super long stories.

ALSO !! we get some side yoonmin action !!!!!!!!!!!

Stole your shirt - @firebettercallnct (JJK × reader)

one of my personal favs. super cute and also everyone’s on some kinda crack or sum shit idk.

p damn fluffy and when you reach the end you’ll j kind of wish you could go back to before u read it because u wna experience all the feelings agn.

ALSO!!!! we hv some namjin and yoonseok action !!!1!!

Rumour Has It - @bangtann-bangdamn (KTH × reader)

very much wholesome.

genuinely found it quite funny and it had me laughing at 2 in the morning

i dont rly hv much to say just pls go read it.

everyone should read it once in their lives

Belong - @v-hope (KTH × reader)

THIS IS FINALLY COMPLETED!!

something i chanced upon during my late night fanfic times and like let me tell you. a whole fucking new world.

this was really a beautiful read. 11/10 obsessed with this. i literally spend my time rereading this.

teehee give this a read. all yall artist!taehyung fans are rly not gna regret it

Daylight - @maravillamin (MYG × reader)

will make you decide to legally change your name to y/n

ever wanted to be a single mom because you got a divorce with your useless husband? no? well now you wish you were.

literally dad!yoongi and mom!reader

also you have the cutest friends? like this is so cute. makes me want to birth children

touch of him - @herherteartear (JHS × reader)

you are living the perfect girl life kinda thing and hoseok's the opposite of it all

this is serving polar opposites but not really kind of energy.

also this is giving off "business only" family energy if you know what i mean.

Actual written things !!

Monster - @btssmutgalore (JJK × reader)

currently deactivated so i've linked the fic from dee's ao3

this started so many years back and just a few days ago it finally became a completed fic!!!

i have an extremely soft spot for this jungkook.

personal favourite is chapter 18. like literally my heart expands a gazillion times just thinking about this

ngl i was here more for the plot than for the smut. truly chef's kiss

charred - @neonlights92 (JHS × reader)

this was genuinely quite intense. i dont really know what i was expecting out of this tbh.

development of story plot was great! I enjoyed seeing how it unfolded bit by bit.

this was part of a collection of fics written about mafia!bts n this is my literal fav. i feel like it wasnt too cliche?? (take note of how i said i feel, bcs at this pt i dont even know what counts as cliche anymore) but hey to me this was good n refreshing n i liked it n now i want to share this with all of u

Beloved - @bang-tan-bitches (MYG × reader)

major yandere energy. lowkey disturbing but some part of me is just madly obsessed with this.

also when you picture daechwita!yoongi it really just drives you craycray

i really dont know what else to say?! but do give this a read (only if you're comfortable)

this is definitely not going to be something that everyone is okay with reading so please check the warnings before proceeding!

love of my life - @latetaektalk (MYG × reader)

okay this shit be painful af. this fucking broke me. idk have never been the same since. would still read it all over again.

this was about 7k words? so not the longest but it was long enough for something so sad :(

in general really sad and emo. if you want to feel like the whole world is crashing on you pls give it a read.

the art of the rom-com - @gukyi (JJK × reader)

first of all wtf. made me feel single af.

it’s our fav kind of enemies to lovers energy. slowburn. college au. yeah you get the gist.

super fluffy but we love to see it. also mildly angsty but it’s all g we will get over it.

okay but also this was so longggg!!! what an experience. a solid 33k words. i nv thought i would reach the end of it but i did.

super solid read. i hope yall read it too.

blossom - @namfinessed (KTH × reader)

okay first off, yall alrdy know i love hella long fics. this was 38k+ words.

please only read this when you have the time istg i was staring on my tiny screen and really wanted to just fall asleep but also it was too intriguing to just sleep on.

yall rly be sleeping on this though. a very solid read.

i mean you really can’t go wrong with florist!taehyung energy amirite

bad influence: collection - @noteguk (JJK × reader)

so this is an ongoing one as well.

truth is i havent finished reading whatever has been posted yet. BUT i do have a very good reason for it, which is that i’m not ready to be in a position where i realise i’m going to be done reading it.

frm wtv i’ve read this is some sexy ass story.

honestly you could read it as individual parts i guess? but for the real feels pls read all the way from the first part.

oh and it’s a hella hot badboy!jungkook so yes if you r into that you def should add this to your must read list.

easy - @itsamejin (JJK × reader)

okay so here’s the deal with this. collegeau! fuckboy energy. bets are made. yea you kinda get it.

It’s a very basic boy takes bet and ends up falling for the girl kinda thing but idk i really enjoyed the process of reading it.

you get the good fluff and angst balance in this too so :>

Thoughts Of You Keep Me Awake At Night - @hollyhomburg (MYG × reader)

yoongi asking for cuddles i-

reason stated above should be reason enough for you to go read this

it’s a short 2.1K word situation here so you don’t have to spend a whole hour on it heheh

very nice experience if you’re reading this while it’s late at night and you are alone in bed and can’t seem to fall asleep.

Get You The Moon - @bymoonchild (KTH × reader)

enemies to lovers. do i really have to elaborate on this?

you get to see soft!taehyung and also like jock!taehyung all in one !!

i felt shy reading this. was super absorbed.

ooh and it’s smutty too!

it’s relatively long (we’re talking 19.6k words besties) but wow the build up, the plot the everything is peak!!!

Paper Cranes - @aquaminwrites (KTH × reader)

we are talking best friends to lovers. some next level fluff. kim taehyung is completely to die for here. i kid you not.

made me wish someone would like me this much lol.

i felt the butterflies reading this. got some post reading depression after this,,,

18.3k words about how you n kth are like the best in the world?? so like go read?!!

anti-baby fever - @gashinabts (JJK × reader)

pls this was so funny and for WHAT!?

it genuinely made me laugh out loud at 2.32 in the morning.

okay but it’s smutty so you gotta be able to like the spice to read this

it’s also short (4.5k)!! which is a blessing if you are planning to read smth real quick before going to bed!!

but i found myself relating to this though bcs i do not want to have babies unless it’s w bts :’)

SIN CITY - @btssmutgalore (PJM × reader)

currently deactivated so i've linked the fic from dee's ao3

okAY YALL so this is the one thing that lives in my head rent free. istg there was a period a while back when i went on a social media cleanse or smth but i just had to go back onto tumblr to get updates on this

genuinely the one thing that keeps me going

it’s completed so u can experience all the emotions in one sitting if you are up for that.

has my whole heart.

dear @btssmutgalore i love you for writing this. pls marry me.

and yes it is spicy my dears. very spicy.

you do get a decent amt of fluff n angst ish n smut so yes it covers all bases.

and you get sum dancing jimin :>

you won’t be able to control yourself istg pls go and read.

Waking Up Next To The Sun - @houseofwhalien (JHS × reader)

this do be wholesome hours w bby jung hoseok

wholesome morning becomes spicy morning and then back to wholesome morning

okay and this is truly the duality of jung hoseok. like i can literally picture the man being exactly like this

is a short 1.8k of sunshine to bless yall !

Interrupted - @kimnjss (JHS × reader)

let me get yall with this. this is actual spice spice. we are talking extra chilli pepper flakes.

i’m not usually one for something that is just full on spice but like i was feeling sum typa way when i read this.

it’s idol!jhope in here who also turns out is your boyfriend. istg y/n do be the luckiest uGH.

it isn’t too long (4.3K words) so it works as a quick read to convince your brain to have some sexy hoseok dreams.

there was a bug - @kimnjss (KNJ × reader)

i felt frustrated reading this man. like the push and pull - istg my girl y/n and kimnamjoon really needa get their shit tgt.

this was so dirty and for WHAT!! making me shy in bed when i’m all alone with my phone hngghh

has quite a bit of angst and fluff but it’s worth it. the 7k words are all worth it.

baby, my baby - @pjimims (JJK × reader)

okay this was something i read years ago but as i was scrolling through the things i liked i found it again!

thought it was quite cute

i mean come on dad!jungkook is to die for

am kinda sad they aren't writing anymore fics tho :"(

Angel in the Darkness - @icyhobi (JJK × reader)

okay this made me go oop

i remember seeing like part 3 and i was like okay gna wait for it to be a completed fic before i start reading. and i finally got around to reading it yesterday.

mafia!jungkook is kinda my thing now i guess idk

also wth they all be so sneaky sneaky about everything

will make u go omg out loud

anyway i think i am going to hv I trust issues now (finish reading it and you'll know what i mean by this)

Meet The Parents - @btssaysstudy (KNJ × reader)

idk what it was about this that made me feel very warm but i liked it a lot

it's super short and wholesome

and idk it's nice to think that our dear kim namjoon would be like this

cute read for when you're busy and need a short burst of fluff to get you through the day

Serving Bitterness - @guksthighs (KSJ × reader)

let me start off by saying this is like the first seokjin fic im recommending omg

this is a super short one (1.8k words) so it's something that you can probably squeeze in during the busy mornings.

let me first start off by saying y/n is really not here to play lol

also you do gonna be experiencing some second hand embarrassment at the end of it though oof

but yes pls read it was kinda cute, kinda wish it was longer though

do you want me (dead?) - @gukyi (JJK × reader)

this is a hogwarts au story!!!

dont you just love ravenclaw seeker mr jjk bcs im obsessed!!!!

v cute fic honestly

10/10 wld recommend

pls give it a read hehe

Exitus Acta Probat - @bang-tan-bitches (MYG × reader)

guys,,,, mafia!yoongi pls i am on my knees.

funnily enough i discovered this ages ago during one of my late night tumblr reads but then i lost it the next morning. was able to find it again a few days (?) ago!!

i really liked how yoongi pulled sneaky moves and basically lulled y/n into believing whatever he wanted her to believe to get what he wants

it's lowkey giving yandere(?) and something about yoongi in yandere-ish vibes really keeps me going on a daily basis

tbh my mind sometimes goes back to them and makes me wonder where they are now!!

(pls,,, if you ever want to write more for them,,, i am so ready for it!!)

The one that got away (literally no longer exist; but just going to keep it here)

the snow king - @bloomsuga (KTH × reader)

you got fanatsy stuff going on. you got hella angsty and fluffy all at the same time. besties i think we found the best ice prince! kim taehyung out there.

also we have some slight cutie jimin moments. ( a definite plus!)

oh yea and it gets smutty but in like the most beautiful way.

also this was a long read of 25k words. but it’s a an absolute beautiful creation. did not know that we could put 25k words altogether to make such a masterpiece.

lowkey wanted to cry bcs its way too good.

Willow - @breakiebunny (JJK × reader)

i am not going to ever recover from this.

the number of times i find my brain just drifting over to this work of art is not okay.

my whole heart is still out here hoping desperately that in some alternate universe where this is true that everything is nice and works out great

i felt kinda empty after finishing this ngl,,,

and this is a one-shot,,,

will always hold a piece of my heart

stood up - @parkdatjimin (MYG × reader)

okay everybody. pls. just read this pls.

like this was bloody long. fricking 26.7k words. but what a great use of 26.7k words.

it's like shakespeare rose from the dead and was like what if i dropped another hit!!! (okay not a hit,,, idk it's 2 in the morning i cant think)

for someone who has never even been in a relationship in her whole life i really FELT THIS like in my heart, in my soul typebeat

also working some meh food n beverage job is literally my life. laugh out loud. going to daydream about this when i'm at work tomorrow.

bitter sweet - @mikrksmos (JJK × reader)

once again ladies and gents, my fav typa thing; bf2l

my heart. so full of love. for bestfriend!jk

also wtheck jungkook with a lil sibling? heck yea sign me tf up!!

i think i was very much overwhelmed with the emotions that our dear jk felt bcs sometimes life do be like that

plot was p dang noice!!

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iamnotoriginalphil · 3 years

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Would u be willing to write some agatha harkness smut? Snosbsksnsksjs I'm just gay 💀 like for my request a agatha x fem reader where Agatha gets jealous and protective over the reader? 👀👀 which they end up making out after reader gets annoyed at agatha being all "jealous" for no reason and their kisses turn heated and they hook up? But in the end they both still love each other? Lol I just love her 💕💕

Here you go, love. I hope it lives up to expectation.

Wanda placed her hand on the small of your back, directing you through the door. You laughed, turning your head to look at her over your shoulder. She gave you one of those huge smiles that hid the sadness you could see in her eyes, winking at you to mask her grief. You shook your head fondly, turning back around, a smile lingering at the corner of your mouth.

A warm arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against an equally warm, soft body. Turning your head with a soft smile ready on your lips you met the dark, smouldering gaze of your girlfriend. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, ignoring the way her fingers tightened around your hip.

You lowered yourself into the armchair. Agatha followed you, sitting on your lap. Your arm automatically wrapped around her waist. She nipped at your earlobe before turning her attention to Vision on the sofa. Her fingers absentmindedly slid into the hair at the nape of your neck, clenching until you felt it pull. You suppressed a shiver as best you could.

“And are you two going to the double feature tonight?” Vision asked.

“I don’t think so,” Agnes replied, “it’s just a quiet night in for us, right hon?”

“Yes, I think we need some time together, just the two of us,” you said, giving your girlfriend a tight smile. She tugged on your hair again.

She cupped your face, giving you a kiss, biting down on your lower lip. It was quick enough to not seem untoward in company but enough to let you know you would be having words later. There was a small smirk on her face as she drew back, turning back towards your neighbours.

“A night in sounds wonderful,” Wanda said, settling in beside Vision. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and she gave him one of those bright smiles of being in love.

“Any time I can spend with my girl is wonderful,” Agnes said, her stare hardening.

“In fact, it sounds so wonderful I think we should start right now,” you said, “how about it sweetheart?”

“Well sure, hon,” she said.

You gently pushed her off your lap and stood. She slipped her arm around your waist, pulling you against her side. She was so soft and supple it was hard to be unhappy with the position despite the annoyance coursing through your veins.

“Sorry about this,” you said to the Vision household, “it’s been a while since we’ve had some alone time together.”

“I’m sure they understand, darling,” your girlfriend said. Her lips pressed to your temple.

“Don’t worry about it,” Wanda said, “enjoy your night.”

“Oh we will,” Agnes said and you could just see the wink she was sending Wanda’s way. You rolled your eyes but let her pull you out the door.

You slammed the front door to your house closed, pinching the bridge of your nose. A pair of soft lips attached to where your neck met your shoulder and long fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, pressing your back to a warm front. You huffed. Your girlfriend sucked a bruise onto your skin in response.

“Agatha,” you said.

She hummed, her tongue running over your pulse point. Your head tilted to the side despite the annoyance settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Agatha,” you said again, more firmly this time.

“Yes dear?” she murmured into your skin.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Can I not show my beautiful girlfriend how much I love her?” she asked.

You snorted in response, extracting yourself from her hold. You sat down on the sofa, crossing your arms over your chest. She looked at you, all faux innocence in her wide eyes. A smirk played at the corner of her lips and her hips swayed as she made her way over to you. You avert your eyes as heat crept up your cheeks.

She sat down beside you, close enough to press her thigh against yours. You shifted away from her, clenching your jaw as you did so. She slipped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her once again.

“You know I don’t like it when Wanda touches you like that,” she said.

“And you know you have nothing to worry about,” you said.

“It doesn’t feel that way,” she said, “when she touches you it sets me off.”

“She is completely in love with Vision and I am completely in love with you. There is nothing else to it,” you said.

“Prove it.”

She had that challenging look in her eyes and it set something off in you. You surged forward, crashing your lips into her, your teeth clashing with the force of it. You climbed into her lap, straddling her thighs. Her hands grasped your hips in a tight grip and you knew you’d be finding bruises there later. Your own hands buried in her hair, twisting the strands around your fingers.

She nipped at your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. You tugged on her hair until you pulled her head back, exposing the long column of her neck. Your lips attached to her skin. A low groan fell from her lips as you harshly sucked and her hands slid around to grab your ass. You rocked into her, sinking your teeth into her skin.

She pushed you back, one of her hands holding your chin steady. Your breathing was fast and hard and her eyes drifted down to watch your chest heave. Her own eyes were blown wide and her breathing was far from steady. You smirked.

“Proof enough for you?” you asked.

“It’s a good start,” she said.

Her next kiss was softer, sweeter and when her tongue swiped along your lip you gasped. She cupped your cheek, her other hand running up the back of your shirt, her fingers tripping over your spine. You shivered pressing closer to her.

She tugged at the hem of your shirt until you lifted your arms. She threw your shirt aside, her eyes sweeping over your chest. You rested your hands on her shoulder, trying to steady yourself.

Her hand cupped your breast, her thumb swiping over your cloth covered nipple. You didn’t hesitate as you reached behind yourself to unhook your bra and drop it behind you. Your head tilted back as her lips began to trail downwards. You thrust your fingers into her hair, keeping her pressed against you. She sucked a bruise right over your heart and you moaned, so loud in the otherwise silent house.

“Agatha,” you gasped.

Her lips wrapped around your nipple. You arched your back towards her, feeling more than hearing her chuckle. Your fingers tightened in her hair as you took an unsteady breath in. Her arms curled around your waist, her fingers running over your skin. Your eyes slipped closed, your head tilting back.

One of her hands slid along your denim covered thigh, her nails dragging. She murmured your names and you hummed, blinking your eyes open. She gave you a slow, predatory smile. Purple smoke surrounded your bodies, the tingle of magic along your skin turning every nerve ending alight. You tried to catch your breath but the feeling of her bare body underneath yours stole it. The smoke cleared and your eyes dragged over all the exposed skin. She tilted your chin up, making you look her in the eye.

“You’re all mine,” she said.

“Always and forever.” You rested your forehead against hers.

She shifted your weight until you were straddling her thigh, keeping you hovering above it. You whined. She chuckled again, pressing her lips to that soft place behind your jaw. Your hands ran down her chest, pausing as you cupped her breasts. She made a soft mewling noise, nipping at your skin.

She pressed her thigh up to your dripping core and you let out a long hiss. Her lips ran along the column of your throat, her tongue tasting your skin. With the harsh grip on your hips she kept you pressed to her skin. Your thumb ran over her nipple and her grip on you tightened.

“Please,” you moaned.

“Please what?” she asked.

“Please fuck me,” you groaned.

Her leg shifted beneath you and you made a little choked noise as a bolt of pleasure shot through you.

“Anything for my good girl.”

She shifted her leg against you again, pressing more insistently. You bit down on your lower lip until she brought a hand up, her thumb pulling your lip from between your teeth. You nipped at the pad of her thumb, loving the way she chuckled in response.

You ground down on her thigh, watching the way her eyes darkened when a low moan fell from your lips. She lent back, her eyes sweeping over your body. You arched your back, playing with your own nipple, putting on a bit of a show for her.

“Such a pretty girl,” she murmured, “and all for me.”

You lent forward, your lips meeting hers. Your tongue plundered her mouth, not letting up for a moment. Her hands on your hip stilled your movements. You sunk your teeth into her lip, letting her know of your displeasure. She picked you up and threw you down on the sofa beside you. You bounced on the cushion, looking up at her with shock.

She swooped over you, her hands running up your legs, parting them. She threw them over her shoulders, her lips pressing to the inside of your thigh.

“Everyone will know you’re mine when I’m done with you,” she told you.

You wove your fingers in her hair, tugging on her. She gave you a slow smile, her teeth sinking into the flesh of your thigh. Your fingers tightened as your heart beat loud in your ears. Her tongue soothed over the mark, making your thighs tremble in anticipation.

She blew on your hot centre. Your hips jerked up. She pressed your hips back down to the sofa cushions. The flat of her tongue ran along your core and your head fell back, your eyes slipping closed. Your thighs tightened around her head.

The moment her lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves your eyes rolled back and you thought you’d gone to heaven. You couldn’t stop the noises coming from you as the pleasure built. As she gave a harsh suck your back arched off the cushions, your fingers tightening almost painfully in her hair.

With one arm holding your hips down, the other snaked between your legs. You squirmed when her finger rested at your entrance. She looked up at you, an eyebrow quirking.

“Please, Agatha,” you whined, “please.”

She entered you, quick and hard. You tugged on her hair until she looked at you again. You bit down on your lower lip, wanting to kiss her. Her palm brushed against your bundle of nerves and your head fell back. She pushed in another finger, curling within you. With almost perfect precision she hit that special place within you. She gave another hard suck on your bundle of nerves, the coil tightening painfully within you.

You could feel the wave beginning to crest, so close you could taste it. She hummed around your clit and you came with a strangled scream. She rode the wave with you, helping you through it. As your breathing began to calm down you tugged on her again.

She crawled up your body and you pressed your lips to hers. You could taste yourself on her tongue and you pressed your entire body against her. She kissed you with a tenderness that took your breath away. You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering on her jaw. She pressed another kiss to your lips while her arms wound around your body.

“You really have nothing to worry about,” you said, “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“I do know that,” she said, “I’m sorry.”

“How could there be anyone better than you?” you asked.

She averted her eyes from you until you tilted her chin back to you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too,” she replied.

She pressed her body to yours again, all skin on skin contact. You ran your fingers up and down her spine. Her head came to rest over your heart, her ear pressed to your skin. You played with her hair, twisting it around your fingers, from where your arm was loosely wrapped around her waist. She tangled her fingers with your free ones.

“I never want to lose you,” she said.

“You won’t,” you promised.

You couldn’t wait to prove it to her.

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Sharon was in fatws!!!!!!!!! Also I love ur writing, could I request a agatha x reader pls where reader is a normal person but is obsessed with everything medieval bit especially witches and all about the Salem witch trials and stuff. Then one day agatha sees reader saying about how much they love witchy stuff and it just makes agatha really happy cause she's always been ridiculed about her magic and had people killing her kind cause of their use of magic so it just feels really nice to have someone be excited by it. Then maybe she meets them and becomes friends with r (and may or may not have a crush on r) and r always talks about her love for witchy stuff and how she really wants to see a real one and hopes some are still alive then one day agatha shows r her magic and tells her its still evil and stuff but r is jsut so amazed and so inspired by all agathas been through then maybe tehy kiss or confront their feelings for each other sorta things. Basically lots of fluff please. I really hope u can do this but np of not, I live for ur writing, its so great

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Agatha put on a smile so big that her cheeks ached as she walked up to Wanda and Vision’s house, settling once again into her role as Agnes, the unusual couple’s nosy neighbor. With her role, she didn’t bother to knock, for it was in Agnes’ nature to just walk in, unannounced, the situation fitting perfectly for her arrival. This time, she knew beforehand of the mess she was getting into, for she had used a spell to peek into Wanda’s mind the other day and see what she had planned for all the townspeople the next.

Agatha couldn’t deny that she was intrigued by today’s agenda. She already knew that Y/F/N Y/F/L/N was already sitting inside, chatting with Vision, and that with “Agnes”’ arrival, It would cause Wanda to go and get a brunch set up for the four of them to enjoy. The spell had worn off before Agatha was able to see why Wanda was having Y/F/N over, but she assumed Wanda wanted to have another friend.

Reaching the house, Agatha turned the doorknob - convenient that the door was unlocked - and stepped right inside, announcing her presence with a cheery and loud, “Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff!”

Immediately Wanda turned around, a dramatized surprised expression on her face, soon replacing it with a big smile. “Agnes! I’m so glad you’re here. Y/F/N was just catching Vision and I up on how she’s doing. How ‘bout you join them and I can go prepare brunch?” She rambled all in one breath.

Agatha nodded, her smile plastered on her face. As Wanda excitedly went to the kitchen, Agatha gracefully sat down next to Y/F/N on the couch, who had been engaging in a conversation with Vision, as he was sitting across from her in a chair. She gave Y/F/N a small smile and a bigger one to Vision, introducing herself before letting Y/F/N continue.

“Well, I was just telling Vision how obsessed I am with the Salem Witch trials! I just find that time period so fascinating, especially when you think about how much society has grown - from their readiness to kill women based on accusations of being ‘witches’ - to not believing in the concept of magic at all!” Y/N said, and Agatha quickly covered her surprise - and excitement - before it could manifest itself on her face.

She had never seen anyone besides boring old historians that animated about the Salem Witch trials or witches, and she felt a little spark of being special whiz around her. It felt so refreshing to hear someone speaking about witches positively, not in fear or disgust, and it calmed a sort of bitterness that had been brewing for years inside Agatha, relaxing her. She almost forgot she was acting in a play, and when she got a good look at Y/F/N, reality came rushing back because damn, Agatha was enchanted by her. Her beauty, her charm, everything about her was stunning. She felt like she was flying, and Vision’s voice brought her floating to the ground, coming down on a hot air balloon.

“Do you believe in magic?” He asked Y/F/N, seeming to be genuinely interested in her thoughts, stroking his chin with his hand as he leaned forward.

Y/F/N thought for a moment, and Agatha found herself on the edge of her seat, tapping the sofa’s cushions rhythmically, almost needing to hear the answer. Oh, god, the witch was falling for this woman fast. “I definitely believe that it’s possible. With all the stories, all the history, everything . . . I’ve never seen it myself, though. However I really do love researching about it,” she admitted.

Agatha smirked. She loved that little insight into Y/F/N’s mind - how she considered both sides - having not seen it herself but taking in the evidence of the world around her. Agatha respected that Y/N truly enjoyed magic and witches but was also a little precautious. While most may say she might not be true to her passion if she didn’t believe in the existence of witches and magic, Agatha would argue that while that argument held a valid point, taking precaution and understanding the skepticism kept her grounded and gave her an ability to really test her belief and those who challenged it. It didn’t make Y/F/N any less interested or devoted to the art of magic and to witches.

That was when she jumped into the conversation, and by the time Wanda had finished preparing lunch, Agatha and Y/F/N had formed a solid friendship that would only continue to form itself in the next couple days. Y/F/N mostly talked about all things witch-related, and Agatha couldn’t get enough of it. She found her crush growing rapidly like a beanstalk sprouting into the air from a couple beans, and finally she decided to tell Y/F/N the truth. Although, the lines between wanting to do this from a logistic standpoint or doing it because she liked Y/N were beginning to blur, though the brunette ignored it.

She told Y/F/N she just wanted to have her over to her house and when Y/F/N arrived, Agatha sat her down on her couch and gave her a smile, barely able to contain her nerves from radiating and bubbling around her. “Y/F/N, I wanted to tell you something,” Agatha said, her voice a bit shaky. If Y/F/N noticed, she didn’t say anything, for she just nodded with a bright smile.

Agatha took a deep breath before getting up and disappearing, only to quickly return with an old yet cleaned leather-bound book. She sat down on the couch again and smiled at Y/F/N before carefully opening it up. “This, Y/F/N, is a spell book,” she said, letting Y/F/N see the aged parchment, it’s ink faded and stained.

Y/F/N looked at the spell book, her hungry gaze eating up all the contents of this new item, before casting a skeptical gaze at Agatha. “What do you mean?” She asked, thinking that maybe this was an artifact of some sort.

Agatha smiled. “Magic is real, Y/F/N,” she revealed, and to prove her point, she conjured her purple swirl of Magic and power in her hand.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she became immediately captivated by it, as if she was watching a light show. Her eyes followed it and Agatha found herself wanting to summon more Magic just to see the beautiful and awe’d look in her eyes.

Y/F/N eventually snapped out of it, beginning to feel light header from this sudden realization but not really caring. “Wow,” she breathed. “I-I don’t know what to think! It’s real!”

Agatha chuckled softly. “Yes, it is,” she confirmed. “But — I do have to tell you that Magic is often seen as evil and some might even view me as evil.”

Y/N shook her head. “How can something and someone so beautiful be evil?” The words slipped out before she could stop herself . . . In any other instance Y/F/N would try to cover herself, embarrassed with what she just admitted, but with Agatha it was different. Agatha was calming, soothing, Y/F/N felt comfortable with her, and it helped that Agatha wasn’t seemed to like what she had said.

“I feel the same way about you, though I’m sure you’re not evil,” Agatha murmured, and then, adrenaline pumping through her since revealing to someone she had magic had never gone so well before, she leaned forward.

Y/F/N smiled and met her halfway and they captured each other’s lips in a wonderful and magical-like kiss, only pulling back and giggling when they needed some air.

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