It should've never gone like this.
- Reads 2,288
- Votes 65
- Parts 5
What if Brett went a little to far on the nostalgia max?
All Rights Reserved
#43
hugs
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
safety pin
☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ ◆ 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ◆ ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ -Highest Rank in Reality: #89Complete
❀ 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 ❀ ¹ | 𝒯 𝒲𝒟
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞s 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . - 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨n'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭. updates- seasons 1-2 COMPLETE | season 3 ONGOING the walking dead seasons 1-6a
I Forgive You
I forgive you. Aziraphale watched as Crowley walked out the door. He'd seen the demon walk out of the bookshop a million times, always knowing that he'd walk right back in the same door tomorrow. This time, the door closed with a stifling sense of irrevocability. This time, Crowley wasn't just walking out of his bookshop. This time, Crowley was walking out of his life. I forgive you. Foolish. Stupid. Cruel. Those hadn't been the words sitting at the tip of his tongue. Far from it. But it didn't matter. Those had been the words he spoke, and he couldn't take them back now. ~oOo~ Or, the one where Aziraphale realises he needs to ask Crowley's forgiveness this time. Meanwhile, Crowley is just trying to make the Bentley stop playing Taylor Swift.Complete
Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly
"Why are you doing this?" Aziraphale's voice is faint, his breathing uneven. Crowley doesn't lift his eyes to see the sickly look on his face, the twist of pain where only joyous smiles should ever be. "Bandages need changing", he mumbles, eyes fixed firmly on his working hands. "No. I meant-" He can hear as Aziraphale swallows. "Why do you care for me?" It isn't just 'why do you take care of me'. It's 'why do you still care at all'. Crowley has to close his eyes for a second, makes sure Aziraphale doesn't see. "Cause you're here", he says, voice carefully detached, "and you're hurt, and you need someone. And that someone's gotta be me." "Why?" He won't answer that. He can't answer that. "Don't ask stupid questions." ~oOo~ Or, the one where Heaven punishes Aziraphale the only way they know how, Crowley is there to help pick up the pieces, and maybe they can build something new and much more beautiful from both their broken shards. Warning for blood and injury, aftermath of physical violence, drinking as a coping mechanism, symptoms of depression - heed the tags!Complete
💯❤TEEN WOLF PREFERENCES❤💯
Hey, this is Megan😛☺😀♎😆😏😋 ◆◆◆BOOK 1◆◆◆ The title pretty much explains it 😉❤❤❤😄 Preferences include: ____________________ Isaac Lahey Liam Dunbar Theo Raeken & Brett TalbotComplete
Veneration
Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."Complete
☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ ◆ 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ◆ ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ -Highest Rank in Reality: #89
More detailsContent Guidelines