#time:past

[alexhazeltons]

who: @minxsara​ where: masa sushi bar when: early evening, june 2020

It had been two years. The words cycled on repeat in Alexander’s mind like a mantra of sorts. Two years since his wife had disappeared. Two years since he’d become a single father. The fact of the matter was though that it had been much longer since he’d gone on a date with a person with whom he wasn’t he isn’t in a committed relationship. As a couple, he and his wife had tried to carve out time between work and building a family to focus on their relationship, which was why he’d been completely blindsided when she’d just up and left one day. 

It wasn’t worth thinking about that now, though. There were more pressing things to think about, namely his impending blind date. He was nervous. More than nervous, if the butterflies churning in his gut were any indication. As Alexander sat waiting for his dinner companion to arrive, he worried at the cuff of his dress shirt, doing and undoing the small buttons on the sleeve. He should have brought a book with him to distract himself while he waited.

[ineffablehusbandslibrary]

the earth has never felt this old by brawlite Word count: 5.6k

Summary: Crowley has a long history with holy places.

[ineffablehusbandslibrary]

Four-Letter Words by idiopathicsmile Word count: 3.0k

Summary: Prompt: "humiliation kink by way of compliment, Aziraphale gets Crowley hot and bothered by accusing him of goodness." It’s a chilly day in November of 1987, and Aziraphale badly wants a drink.

[ineffablehusbandslibrary]

Modern Love by punkfaery Word count: 7.4k

Summary: "The crux of it, Crowley decided, was that demons were not supposed to want. Or – well, that wasn’t strictly true. Certain things, such as material wealth and the corruption of innocents and the eventual triumph of Hell over Heaven, and possibly Earth as well, were perfectly all right. The fact that he didn’t particularly care about any of these things just served to add a little extra salt to the wound. It wasn’t a question of wanting. It was a question of wanting the wrong things." Crowley, Aziraphale, and a series of religious buildings.

[ineffablehusbandslibrary]

Morning Has Broken by DwarvenBeardSpores Word count: 3.9k

Summary: The year is 1972 and the last surviving member of Aziraphale’s gentleman’s club has passed away.

[ech0h]

UNWANTED / past, around seven years ago with @adoeration “i just don’t get what you see in the guy.” this isn’t something new. ilwoo has reiterated this point more than a handful of times by now. it nearly sounds like one of those chants he can’t stop, the words unfolding out from his tongue like a paper-chain trick from a hack magician without meaning to. except this one’s done with purpose. he really doesn't get it. him. them, as a concept. gaeul and her husband-to-be. she’s in some state of getting ready, juxtaposed by ilwoo decidedly not. his jeans have a hole through the knee, and he thrifted his t-shirt a good couple years ago. it nearly feels like paper at this point, a sheet of it that was run through the washer. “there’s still time, you know, to not…” he trails off, emphasizes his point instead by waving a hand in the air ambiguously. a choose your own adventure presented to gaeul, only without any of the options. the only stipulation being: not this one. it’s not that he’s terrible, really. it all just feels too soon. off. like jamming together puzzle pieces that don't fit just because they’re all sort of the same color. “what do you even see in him?” this isn’t the first time ilwoo’s asked this question, either. it’s just, he’s never gotten a response he finds satisfactory. there’s a whole slew of words you can use to describe someone as bland, and gaeul’s never used any of them. so he keeps setting up the question, like eventually she’ll find the right word, the word that matches the picture ilwoo’s constructed of him in his head. he leans back in the chair he’s on, far enough that his head thumps against the wall. he aims his eyes up at the ceiling instead of gaeul’s face. he’s sure she’s not happy with him. lately and she’s not really been much aside from annoyed. it’s his own fault, but his opinion keeps leaking out of him like a crack in the bottom of a broken vase. unwanted.

[collectiveonesix-archive]

"closet" @Lu Ge, 3 years ago.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! 

13. Trailing kisses from the stomach up to the mouth.

Luge had probably had far more than a bit too much to drink as he and Heechul were half pushed into the closet together. He was laughing at nothing, and he stumbled as they entered the closet, falling to his knees and catching Heechul around his waist. He laughed more, followed by a snort. He stuck his head underneath Heechul’s loose, oversized shirt, trailing sloppy kisses from his navel to his mouth, ending up inside the sweater with the other, giggling drunkenly.

[itsavamyers]

days like these, you're all i need | | nate

Finally.

It wasn't often that it happened, Ava needing to stay in overnight to finish a project. Her boss had been convinced that Ava could complete the project, but she hadn't been told any specifics at the time. The moment she sat down to do the work, she knew she was in for a long night. As much as she wanted to just go home, Ava left a text message to let her sister know she would be at work for the night and called Nate, getting his voicemail and letting him know the same thing. She'd worked all through the night, taken a quick nap on the little couch in the break room, and gone to the bathroom to prepare for the new day. That morning, she'd presented the project and then went back to work on the new tasks for the day.

Ava left work early, the afternoon sunlight fresh on her skin as she finally started on making her way home. The brunette didn't want to do anything but sit on the couch and curl up with her boyfriend for as long as she could. On the way back, Ava grabbed something from the nearby bakery to shove in her mouth, not able to remember the last time she ate. When work took over her life, those were the days she wondered why she did what she did. It took time for her to remember that she was close to not being an intern anymore. Just a bit longer.

When Ava got to the building, she was quick on her feet to get up to the floor and to the door. She was tempted to go see her sister, especially considering she never liked being away from her sister long, but it was days like these where Ava just needed Nate.

Unlocking the door, she walked in and just kicked off her heels, dropped her purse, and set the empty bakery bag on the little table next to the door. "Nate?" Ava called out, looking around the apartment. "Are you home, babe?" She moved over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for nothing really. Ava just grabbed the jug of milk and poured herself a glass to wash down the croissant that she'd just eaten on the way. Walking over to the door frame of the kitchen, she leaned against it and looked around, wondering if her boyfriend was in the bedroom.

Finishing her drink, she set the glass down and headed toward the back, opening the door to the bedroom. "Nate, I called for you." Ava said, pouting as she stood in the doorway.