one shots of Crowley and Aziraphale from Good Omens

(i hope you'll give this a shot despite the cheesy title) Dedicated to my friend Vanya, whom I started this fanfic for ^^ Wade doesn't think he can be saved. Ever since his face got fucked up, he didn't see much beauty left in him. That was until Peter came around, with a determined goal; to be the hero everyone already thought he was. DISCLAIMER: obviously I don't own the characters, that goes to Marvel. COVER ART CREDITS TO HamletMachine ON DEVIANTART (thanks to @dreamychara for letting me know!) https://www.deviantart.com/hamletmachine

As all of us writers know "Said" is just aobut the most boring and overused word in most writing. My english teacher helped with this by giving me two peices of paper that "said" other words for "said". It's helped so much that I thought you might like it.

Toshinori Yagi knew that Enji Todoroki had some family issues, but he never stopped to think how bad it might be until he started to get to know him. (Completed)

Klapollo and Wrightworth are my otps. Quotes found on Tumblr.

I'm so fucking weak for these two, holy shit Klavier and Apollo are both students that share an apartment. Apollo stays awake and never gets a good night's rest. Klavier is done with that shit, and finally does something about it.

What will happen when Flug finds out his Boss has a crush on him. What will he do when feelings for his boss rise with in himself. And what is lurking in the background, waiting, watching? Read this story to find out. (All characters that dont belong to me are credited to their creators, most of these characters are not mine.)) ((Strong language warning))) (((Also I will be making my own cover at some point, just not yet, the cover for now is not my art, credit to the real artist))))

One blew away his worries with the sweet music playing from the instrument he held in his hand, singing the sad songs from his broken blue heart. One blew away his worries with locking himself in a cold, empty room, rocking himself on the edge of the bed, hugging himself, wishing it will all be over. They both had 1 thing in common; They hid themselves and their emotions with a simple smile and a simple lie. And they were both good at it. Wouldn't you be good at the one thing you've been doing all your life? (note: this fanfiction contains very sensitive topics, such as cutting, depression, etc. so if you cannot handle that easily, please click away D:)