#Yeah I think he might enjoy being hypnotized

[odo-apologist]

Alright I know that the whole "Alexander the Great's chief eunuch" bit is already a lot to unpack and (rightfully!) has garnered a lot of attention but I think we do too quickly gloss over that Rimmer found this out by "getting friendly" with a hypnotherapist he's on a first name basis with?? Like am I crazy or is that crazy too

[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤlike what you seeㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤflustering them by staring for too long ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, heizou, xiao, ayato, childe ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( p.s. amai never proofreads)

"anonymous order; ...can i have the prompt 'screw you and your cute face' with wanderer, heizou, xiao, ayato, and childe ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi just love the idea of flustering these guys ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthank you and hope u enjoy, xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

if you think the easiest way to fluster this man is by staring at him with that lovesick look in your eyes, then you're absolutely correct.

he could be minding his business and you'd take your place beside or in front of him, and after a few minutes he can just feel the way you stare at him. your eyes burn into his skin, but not in the way he'd grow uncomfortable under your gaze, instead, in the way he could feel his face heat up.

he would huff before looking up at you, about to nag you for staring, but he always finds his words locked in his throat when he locks eyes with you. archons, the way you look at him is always so hypnotizing, it makes him feel vulnerable in a way that he'll never admit he likes.

he tsks, "can't you go, i don't know even just a minute, without staring at me ?" he snaps his fingers in front of your face, causing you to hum and look away from him. no, no don't stop staring. i didn't tell you to stop. his eyebrows furrow.

you chuckled, "sorry sorry," you turn back to him, chin resting on your palm, "i can't help it when you're so handsome." and you just had to back that up with a grin. archons you were doing this on purpose !

as much as he tries to fight back the warmth in his chest and the shudder your voice sent through his body, the shaky breathe he let out betrayed him as he opted to look back to the textbook he was reviewing.

he stuttered, "w - whatever ! just stop staring so much." before burying his nose back into the textbook as you laughed at him. "i can try ~"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou !ㅤ

in your relationship, it's usually heizou doing the flustering. and he does a whole lot of that staring too, especially when you're busy and he happens to be bored out of his mind, but ironically enough it's his weakness too. especially like this . .

the two of you had a free afternoon ahead of you, and what better way to spend it than to wind down in a hot spring ? you stepped into the water first, beckoning heizou to join you.

he turned his back to you, rather shy to take off his shirt, and you happened to make him even shyer by whistling once he slipped his shirt off. he turned to you over his shoulder, a smirk on his shocked red face, only for you to return a cheeky grin as you leaned against the rocks of the spring.

he shook his head, choosing to retaliate by teasing further. "so, you like what you see ?" he turned to you, hands on his hips with confidence that you'll be the one turning red, only to watch your eyes look him up and down. "yeah, yeah i do." you hummed, closing your eyes, missing the way heizou's face burned up again.

he cleared his throat, now stepping into the spring and taking a seat beside you, trying his best to brush off your gaze on him. since when did you know how to look at him like that ? he leans back, relaxing in the warmth of the spring and closing his eyes.

"if i get to see this sight everytime i take you here, i might just buy this entire place for ourselves." you spoke, piquing heizou's attention as he opened his eyes to turn to you, and not even the heat of the spring could compare to the heat he felt on his face as he met your gaze.

he chuckled, embarrassed, "well, aren't you bold today ?" he tried to tease, scratching the back of his neck. "why, don't you like it ?" you joked, cupping his chin to make him look at you, earning a shy smile from him. "i do, i do like it actually."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤalatus xiao !

being new to the concept of expressions and reactions to certain antics, xiao is easily flustered, though he is yet to realize it.

"is it a natural habit for you mortals to. . stare ?" he quizzed without looking at you, his eyes still closed as he savored the rich flavor of the almond tofu you had brought him. he opened one eye slowly and gazed at you you from the corner of it, perking up to the sound of you chuckling softly to yourself. "i suppose you can say that," you waved a hand in front of you.

"more like, it's natural for us to stare at something, or someone, we find interesting, puzzling, or alluring." xiao now fully turned to face you in curiosity, the bowl of half-eaten almond tofu set on the fencing of the balcony.

there was an emphasis on alluring, he mentally noted. was that intentional ?

"i see, so, which do i fall under ?" he asked, his gaze now fixated on you with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. you tilted your head at him, "what ?" "do you. . stare at me because i'm interesting, puzzling, or —" "alluring." you smiled at the way amber eyes seemed to widen for just a split second before they were replaced with the back view of messy sacramento green locks as the male turned away from you.

"i stare at you because you're alluring, xiao. very alluring, even." you hummed, leaning your elbow against the fence of the balcony and resting your chin on your palm ever so casually, watching and noting the way his shoulders tensed then relaxed.

he might consider being thankful that your view was locked on his back, hence you couldn't see the humiliating red he could feel his face burst into. he tried to clear his throat, his hand grabbing the bowl of almond tofu and spooning the rest into his mouth to distract himself.

"every part of you is alluring, even how red your ears are." and at your words, one of his hands reflexively came up to cover his ear, causing you to laugh out loud as the adeptus turned to glare at you lightly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkamisato ayato !ㅤ

if this man thinks he's not easy to win over, he is funnily mistaken.

sure he's the smoother one with words, he knows all the right words and habits to adapt to make you swoon. but other than that, he's more vulnerable to your simple antics as he lets off.

"ayato," the way you'd say his name and drag on the last syllable, as if cooing at him, how he loves it. "ayato," the way your touch would linger on him even at the lightest taps, something so simple could tug his lips upward into a grin. "ayato !" a soft hit to the back of his head caused him to turn to you, finally.

"ah - good afternoon, darling." "i called your name three times ?" "ye. . yes, pardon me. i thought i was lost in my imagination again." he admitted as he took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles gently.

you hummed, "and what was so engrossing about your imaginations this time ?" you questioned, taking a seat next to him while his hand rested on your waist, now leaning his head against yours. "you, i was just thinking about you." he hums, "you smell sweet."

and a few minutes of comfortable silence followed after, enveloping the two of you in a rare calming atmosphere, ayato's head was now laid in your lap as you stroked his hair softly. ayato then started to feel your gaze on him, by how familiar it was. he smiled, looking up at you.

"staring much ?" he teased, sharing laughter with you as you playfully messed with his bangs. "i can't help it, you're very pretty like this."

"only like this ?" ... "stop staring at me, darling, answer my question." ... "please ?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤchilde !

"childe."

now, you wholeheartedly think your boyfriend's eyes are pretty, regardless of how lifeless they are whenever he's not gazing at you like this.

"tartaglia."

but, at this moment, you can't help but find them a little bit irking. just a little bit. just a tad.

"ajax."

it's the third call of his name, yet he's still sitting there, chin on his palm and everything, with that smug smile on his face ! while you're here, trying to cook a full course meal, he's sitting there staring at you like you're the food.

but in his defense, is there a law against admiring your lover ? there better not be ! he's done nothing but sit there innocently, just drinking in your pretty face, because if he can't do it no one else can !

it's when you softly pinch his side—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him snap out of his daze—that he finally raises his hands up in surrender. "what, i can't ogle at my own darling lover anymore ?" he makes a show of jutting his bottom lip out in a pout, but you just huffed at his antics. "you can, if you would actually help me cook." "help as in ?" "cut some carrots maybe." "but i can't stare at you intently if i'm cutting something." "maybe that's the point."

ah, how you wound him.. kidding, a day without your attitude is a day incomplete for him. he fakes a sigh before standing up from his chair. he grabs a chopping board, a knife, and a few carrots, then gets to work.

it's a few minutes later that he feels your eyes on him, so from over his shoulder he turns to see you, in your seat with your cheek propped up against your fist, smiling at him. he grins, "now you're staring at me." "what, i can't ogle at my own boyfriend anymore ?"

he raises an eyebrow at the way you turned his words back onto him, but he laughs nonetheless before shaking his head and going back to work, assuming you would too.

you did not go back to work. he could still feel your eyes burning into his back. and he would never, ever—he would, out of the blue just to fluster you one day—admit that it was starting to shake his focus. his cuts were starting to get uneven as a result.

"are you going to keep staring at me ?" "is there a law against me admiring my handsome boyfriend ?"

alright, you win. just this once.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

[moonstruckme]

Mae! I have a request that I am really hoping you can do!

Emt! Marauders with reader that is admitted to the hospital because she is very sick and dehydrated, so they have a hard time getting her IV in, and after being there for almost a day, her back is killing her because of how uncomfortable the beds are?

I know it might be a bit of an odd request but I would love this if possible? If not it's 100% okay!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: hospital, mention of IV

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 618 words

Remus is moving his thumb back and forth over your hand, a slow, hypnotic drag, and you know he’s trying to get you to sleep but you’re too uncomfortable to manage it for him. 

You shift on your side, the muscles of your back stretching for one blissful second before the ache sets back in. You wish the hospital had one of those medieval torture devices that would pull you limb from limb until your spine stretched all the way out. You think it would help. 

Your poor boyfriend should be sleeping, too. He’s just worked a twelve-hour shift, and as soon as he got off he came here to sit with you. The boys had all been some mix of alarmed and happy to see you when you’d texted them that you were feeling funny and they’d come in their ambulance to find you ill and severely dehydrated, sitting down on your kitchen floor to keep from passing out. It had been an onslaught of scoldings and doting all the way to the hospital, whereafter they’d done their best to check in on you in between calls out. 

“Okay, dollface,” Sirius comes into the room with his usual burst of sound (Remus gives him a look, but it’s pointless; you were nowhere near sleep anyway), “prepare to fall head over heels for me.” 

“For us,” James says, coming in behind him with a large bag. “It’s not like it was only your idea.” 

“Yeah, but mine was the best part, so.” 

“What’s in the bag?” Remus asks, sounding quite lovingly exasperated with the both of them. You can only smile tiredly at the three boys’ bickering. 

“So nice of you to ask, Moony.” Sirius looks genuinely excited, his eyes clear and light. “In this bag is our girl’s salvation.” 

James sets the bag on your bed, taking out two pillows with a flourish. 

You gasp. “My pillows! You went back to get these?” 

“Yes, and it appears we forgot to lock the door on our way out of there the first time.” James smiles sheepishly, stacking them behind your back and head when Remus helps you lean forward. “It’s locked now.” 

“Thanks,” you say, meaning it with all your heart. Your back is already grateful for the familiar plushness, muscles you didn’t even realize were tight relaxing. 

“Oh, that’s not all.” Sirius grins at you, reaching into the bag again and pulling out some snacks from your kitchen. “We figured while we were there we might as well bring you some things you’d enjoy.”

“This is so thoughtful.” You smile at him as you take them. Your heart feels heavy and full. “Thank you guys.” 

“Are you feeling very besotted yet?” 

“Very,” you say, somewhat shyly. 

Sirius grins, leaning over to kiss your cheek. He’s careful to avoid your IV line, but his eyes go there, and he frowns when he sees the dull bruise forming around where he’d struggled to put it in. 

“I’m sorry about this, lovely,” he says, rubbing his thumb over the spot. 

“It’s fine,” you promise him. “It was hard, I get it.” 

“Remus could’ve managed it,” James says certainly. Remus blushes and Sirius’ lips tilt up in a half smile.

“Probably right,” he agrees, tone apologetic. 

“You’ve more than made it up,” you reassure him, returning his cheek kiss with one of your own. You rip open one of your snacks for emphasis. 

“I was trying to get her to go to sleep,” Remus says pointedly. 

“Oh, let her have a second.” James sits on the edge of your bed, gifting you a dazzling smile. “Five of those, lovie, then it’s nap time. We wouldn’t want our Moony to get cranky.” 

[empress-simps]

Foolish Heart

Pairing: James Potter x Fem! Reader CW: James being oblivious to reader’s feelings, Sirius teasing, and as always- language. (1.7k words) Summary: You’ve had the biggest crush on James ever since you can remember, so imagine how hard it is to see your best friend since diapers pine over Lily Evans. The other Marauders decided to make James realize who he truly likes all along.

Note: I was listening to Hozier’s (my love) “Almost (Sweet Music)” When I suddenly thought of this idea randomly, soooooo yeah, enjoy! My updates might be slower now since I have school, but my requests/asks are still open if anyone wants to talk to me! I'd still be active on Tumblr : )

Be still, my foolish heart. Don’t ruin this on me.

It was your mantra, every time you saw James. Everything he did was perfect in your eyes; the way he hummed, eyes twinkling as he thought of a plan on how to execute their pranks, down to the way he laughed. It was heavenly, dancing around the air, lingering- as if a beautiful melody waiting to be heard by you.

And yet, you were a silent audience, watching from a far distance as he basks in the glow of Lily Evans.

Lily. The name itself was a symphony, a haunting refrain that echoed in the back of your mind. She was everything you weren’t, couldn’t be—confident, radiant, and effortlessly captivating. Her hair, a cascade of fiery red, framed her face like a halo. And James? Well, he was her devoted troubadour, strumming his heartstrings to the rhythm of her laughter.

He was hypnotized by Lily’s glow; and you were fixed on his warmth. His laughter was like sunlight filtering through leaves, warming the coldest corners of your aching and bitter heart. You wondered if he knew the ache of unrequited love—the way it makes you feel like you’re drowning in heartache, making you gasp for air.

You’d known James since you were in nappies, a strong bond forming from cheeky smiles, little adventures, empty promises, bruised knees, and grass-stained bottoms. Childhood friends; both of you are inseparable. But, unknowingly to the bespectacled boy, you slowly saw him in a different light, making you crave more about what your current relationship with him is.

James was the sun, and you were the moon—forever caught in his orbit, but never close enough to touch.

You watched as he stumbled over his words, trying to impress Lily with Quidditch tales and his pranks. And you? You were the silent observer, scribbling poems in the margins of your potions textbook.

As you settled in your usual seat next to James in the great hall, Sirius grinned, a mischievous glint evident in his eyes. “Sit beside me, pretty girl!”  He pulled you next to him, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he grabbed an apple and handed it to you. “Good morning to you too, Paddie.” You rolled your eyes playfully, obliging and sitting next to the long-haired boy and grabbing your favorite fruit from his grasp.

Remus, the ever observant one out of the group knowingly looks at Sirius as if to say, ‘I know what you’re doing’. Peter only mumbled a ‘good morning’ before going back to shoving his breakfast in his mouth, blissfully unaware of the brewing tension.

James frowned; he didn’t like the change. Not. One. Bit.

This was new- you not sitting beside him? Can someone pinch him right now since the sod thinks he might be dreaming.

James kept his mouth shut, although he couldn’t help but glance every now and then at you and Sirius chatting across the table, sporting a frown as he stabbed the eggs with a rather excessive force before showing the food on his mouth. Of course, his actions didn’t go unnoticed in the eyes of Sirius Black.

“Something wrong, Prongs?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face as he leaned in. Never once did James think he would like to see Sirius’ smirk wiped off his face.

“Y/n sits beside me.” His jaw clenched.

You tried your best to act nonchalantly, fighting off the blush forming in your cheeks as you felt the all too familiar butterflies in your stomach.

Ah, the heartache in those words—the unspoken longing. Remus had seen it before, masked behind his bravado. James Potter, the mischief-maker, the Quidditch star, the one who chased after Lily Evans with unwavering determination. But the werewolf knew better. He saw the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching. The way his laughter softened when you were near. The way he defended you even when you didn’t need defending.

“So? Make Red sit beside you or something.” Sirius raised a brow. You looked at Sirius with a confused look on your face, just what was up with him today?

Red. Lily Evans. The one who James practically confesses his undying love for every week. You know damn well you were not Red, and that you will never be Red.

You were Y/n- the one who held his hand when he was scared of the dark, who followed him on little adventures throughout Potter Manor when you were kids, and the one who exchanged secrets with him with hushed whispers under the moonlit skies.

But being the sod he is, he did. He had hurt you again without even knowing as he invited Lily next to him.

It went on for several weeks, each passing day hurt more than the last. It seemed like he was slowly becoming out of your reach, but Sirius was there, offering you support, and secretly trying to make James realize that he’d been hopelessly in love with you ever since the beginning of time.

The unspoken tension between you grew thicker. Sirius and the others watched, amused and exasperated. Remus, the wise one, shared knowing glances with you. Peter, ever loyal, tried to be mediator between James’s heart and his head.

Then it finally happened, James couldn’t handle it anymore. He cracked.

You were the fresh air he takes in, the anchor that keeps him still, a constant presence in his life. James Potter knew it would hurt if you weren’t by his side, but Merlin- he didn’t know it would hurt this much. He wants you- he needs you.

One stormy night in the Gryffindor Common room was the time he decided to tell you what’s going on in his mind. It was the perfect timing, really. Only him, you and the other Marauders were present in the room, the other students already headed to the dorms, as it was almost curfew.

James sighed, finally standing, and walking towards your direction, his eyes were vulnerable. “Y/n,” he began, voice trembling as he stumbles over his words. “I’ve been an idiot.”

You hummed in agreement, trying to look busy as you reread the last sentence over and over in the page of your book, “That’s not new, Potter.”

“Lily—she’s not the one I want. It’s always been you.”

It felt like the whole world stopped, the fire that was roaring suddenly stilled, your friends sat silently, frozen in shock.  All you can hear is your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

James’ gaze bore into yours, his eyes searching for a response. His hand trembled where it reached for yours, holding it tightly, fearing you'd pull away from his touch.

“James, what? If this is some kind of ploy to play with me-“

“Y/n,” he said, his voice raw, “I’ve loved you since we were kids. I was a bloody fool to deny it every time I see you."

“James,” you whispered, your throat tight, “what about Lily?”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as he chuckled lightly "Evans had noticed it even before I did. Said I was a knobhead for not realizing sooner." he said.

James’s gaze softened.  “You’re the girl who followed me on little adventures, who defended me during Quidditch matches, who knows my deepest fears and silliest dreams. I was fucking terrified to ruin our friendship just because I saw you more than my best friend.”

Biting your lip, you felt the all-too-familiar tears pricking your eyes. His confession made your insides warm, fuzzy, and light. You never told him how you truly felt- keeping it to yourself as you watched him chase after Lily, being supportive of him even though it kills you inside. You could deal with that; you’d be happy as long as James would be happy. Even if it’s with Lily.

Although, he was here, in front of you. Telling you that he also loves you, that he hadn’t realized it until years after.

“James, you were never just a best friend to me.” You whispered, “I was scared- terrified that you would never see me in the way that I saw you. I didn’t tell you because I would rather love you in the sidelines rather than lose you altogether.”

James’ eyes softened, he leaned closer to you; his forehead touching yours, his breath fanning your lips as he smiled softly. “I wouldn’t let you do that now, you’d be in the center of my life, where you belong.”

He placed his hand gently on your back, pulling you closer to him. “Let’s not waste any more time, yeah? We already did that for most of our years already.” James didn’t wait for you to reply when he leaned down and kissed you, cupping your face gently.

Neither of you heard your friends cheering, the fire crackling, or the rain tapping out your window.

In that moment, it felt as if you and James were the only ones in the world, you were in your own little bubble of happiness. Both of you had foolish hearts, and it had finally found each other after years and years of looking.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Man On a Wire

A/N: somehow this worked again I really hope you loves like this!

Request - Anonymous asked: For a dialogue, how about Remus thinking you like Sirius so when you ask him to a library date he thinks it's a prank or to make Sirius jealous and he says no. Remus then finds out you were talking with Sirius about him and apologizes.

Warnings: insecurities on Remus' part, making him be a biiit of an asshole, but I think that's it! let me know if I missed anything, also is like 2am here and this is not proofread

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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Man On a Wire

I feel like I'm walkin' on a tight rope My heart is in my throat, I'm counting on high hopes to get me over you

You kept walking back and forth in front of the Quidditch Pitch.

“You need to calm down, love. It’s only a question” Alice tried to reassure you.

“B-but what if he says no?” you asked, feeling anxious.

“He’s not gonna say no” she insisted.

“You don’t know that. There might be a million reasons why he would say no” you said, making your best friend glare at you. “O-okay maybe not a million but… a f-few” you shrugged.

“Hey, ladies” you heard Sirius approaching and landing next to the two of you. “What are you still doing here? We’re gonna be done in a few minutes” he said looking at you.

“She’s second-guessing herself” Alice told him.

“C’mon, love. We’ve been through this. I’ve told you a million times. I know first-hand, Remus is basically in love with you-” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“L-love? You never said anything about love, Black!”

“I didn’t think I needed to. He looks at you worse than Prongs looks at Lily or Frank looks at this one” he said, pointing at Alice.

“Hey, don’t drag Frank into this” Alice glared at him.

“My point is, it’s time you both just stop being stupid and get together” he simply said.

“But what if he says no?”

“Why would he say no?”

“I don’t know!”

“He’s not gonna say no, okay? So, just, go up there and we’ll be out here waiting for you two idiots to come out holding hands and we can go to dinner” Sirius said before he started pushing you towards the bleachers, where Remus was sitting.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” you said, looking at your best friends one last time and taking a deep breath.

You started climbing up the empty stairs and walked over to one of the highest bleachers where you knew Remus always read while he waited for his friends to be done with practice. Not that you knew his every move you just… noticed. You felt your heart beating faster when you spotted him. He was so enthrallingly handsome, it was ridiculous. You always heard girls talking about how stunning Sirius was and, you didn’t disagree, Sirius was very attractive. But Remus’ beauty was completely different. It was hypnotizing. Which is why you were extremely worried about asking him out.

You gripped your books to your chest a bit tighter and made your way over to his spot. He was so concentrated on his book that his tongue was sticking out a little and he was resting his head on his right hand as he read. You cleared your throat a little, getting his attention and making him look up at you.

“Um… h-hello, Remus” you smiled, nervously.

“Hi” he smiled back at you.

“I am sorry to um b-bother you” you started. “Uh, is it okay if I join you?”

“Oh, yeah, sure” he said, getting up and scootching a little to make room for you. How were you not supposed to fall in love with this man?

“Um, th-thank you” you said, placing your bag on the floor and taking your books out. “So, um… what are you reading?”

“Oh” he said, marking the page on his book. “Um, I’m reading A Murder is Announced” he said, showing it to you. “Have you read it?”

“Oh, yes, I read this last year. It’s a really good book. Are you enjoying it?”

“I am” he nodded. “So, what brings you to the Quidditch Pitch today?” he asked, all of the sudden.

“Oh, w-well, there’s a match on Friday” you said. “... right?”

“Right” he smiled. “Are you planning on coming to the match?”

“W-well, I don’t know. I’m not much of a Quidditch fan, as you know” you said, feeling your cheeks burn. “S-so, I thought maybe if I watch them practice I might understand it a little bit better?” you said, nervously.

“Why the sudden interest?” he asked, curiously.

“Um, I don’t know” you said, nervously running a hand through your hair. “It’s our last year, so… I promised myself to try new things” you smiled wearily. “So, um… do you think you can explain some of it for me?”

“Um… sure” he said, putting his book down. “I mean, I’m not the best myself but I did read Quidditch Through the Ages” he said, making you laugh a little. “So, Prongs is the captain” he said, pointing at his friend. “He, Sirius, and Kurt are Chasers. So, they have to get the Quaffle through the hoops” he instructed.

“Okay, that doesn’t seem that complicated” you said.

“Right, but it’s the Beater’s job to throw the Bludgers at them and prevent them to do so” he told you. “Fabian and Gideon are really good. But, we’re playing Ravenclaw on Friday and their Beaters are quite ruthless” he explained.

“So, I take it you’re coming to the match on Friday?”

“I am” he nodded. “I never miss a Gryffindor match” he smiled.

“Oh, Merlin! Look at him! He looks even better with his hair like that” you heard a group of girls a few steps down and to your right. They were ogling and sighing over Sirius, who wasn’t as far, brushing his sweaty hair with his hand.

“Ugh, I know! He’s stupidly handsome” another one giggled.

“So… Sirius has his own cheerleading section?” you chuckled.

“Yeah, he kind of does” Remus told you as Sirius made his way over to the group of girls in his broom.

“Hello, ladies” he said, flashing his signature handsome smirk at them, making them giggle and they all started complimenting him.

When he spotted you, he quickly sent a wink your way. You failed to see Remus rolling his eyes as he started putting his stuff in his bag, which is why he failed to see Sirius widening his eyes at you before pointing at Remus hinting that you needed to ask him. You sighed, rolling your eyes, and took a deep breath one more time.

“Um, R-Remus?”

“Yes?” he asked, looking back at you.

“Um, w-well, I was um…” you stuttered nervously. “C-could I ask you something?”

“Sure” he said, turning to look at you.

He noticed you were nervously playing with your hands before you looked at Sirius one last time and then you finally faced him. He prepared himself to hear you ramble on about how much in love with Sirius you were and if he could help you fix a date with him or something.

“W-well, I was w-wondering if, uh-” you said, again. “If you’re not busy on F-Friday, um… m-maybe you’d like to um…” you stammered. “G-go with me to the Library to study, b-before the match?” you managed to finally spit out. You felt your heartbeat increase as you waited for your answer.

“What?” Remus frowned.

“O-or if you’re busy we can c-come to the match?” you tried, smiling nervously. “O-or I b-believe it’s a Hogsmeade weekend-”

“What’s your angle?” he asked you all of the sudden, taking you by surprise.

“Um… a-angle?”

“Honestly, if you want to go out with Sirius, just ask him” he said, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“Sirius? W-what are you talking about-?”

“You know, a lot of girls have asked me what’s the best way to ask him out but none of them have sunk so low to the point of pretending that you would like to spend with me to get closer to him-”

“That’s not what I was-” you tried to explain, getting up yourself.

“What is it then? Are you trying to make him jealous or something?”

“What? No! Remus, I don’t-”

“You know what? No, thank you. I honestly have better things to do than to spend a day with you talking about Sirius” he said before walking away, leaving you standing there, mouth opened, dumbfounded. You didn’t even hear the last things he said. The only words ringing in your ears were ‘No, thank you. I honestly have better things to do than to spend a day with you.’

Your eyes kept looking at him as he climbed down the stairs and you saw the group of girls that were looking at Sirius. They all looked at you with sorrow in their eyes. They felt sorry for you. You had just been rejected in front of them. You felt your eyes starting to water as you saw Alice running towards you.

“Hey, what happened? I just saw Remus leaving-”

“He said no” you silently said as a few tears ran down your cheeks.

“What? Why?”

“He said he- um” you tried to explain to your friend as she sat you down. “He thought I was asking him out b-because I wanted to get closer to Sirius” you said.

“What? That’s ridiculous! Why would he think that?”

“I don’t know” you said. “I tried to tell him that wasn’t the case b-but he didn’t let me explain and he left” you finished, crying a little harder.

“Hey” Sirius said, flying over to the two of you. “What happened? Why are you crying?”

“Remus said no” Alice informed him as she hugged you.

“What? Why?”

“He thought she was only asking him because she wanted to ask you out” Alice explained.

“He said that?” Sirius asked you and you slowly nodded. “I’m gonna bloody kill him” he muttered under his breath. “Look, love, I’ll talk to him, okay?”

“N-no, it’s okay” you said, trying to stop more tears from falling. “I d-don’t think Remus likes me that way anyways” you said, sadly.

“Don’t say that, love” Alice insisted. “Let’s just go to dinner and we can talk things through” she suggested.

“I’m not hungry” you said, pulling away and grabbing your things. “You guys should go” you smiled sadly at them. “I think I’m just gonna go to my dorm” you told them, eying the group of girls who were now leaving.

“No, we can talk to Remus-”

“Go and rest, okay? I’ll bring you something” Alice interrupted Sirius.

“Thanks guys” you smiled weakly at them. “I’ll see you tomorrow” you said before making your way out.

“Bye, love” Sirius said before turning to Alice. “I’m going to kill Remus” he repeated.

“If you don’t, I will” she replied.

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“What the bloody hell is your problem?” Sirius asked when he burst into his dorm.

Remus was reading a book, James was coming out of the shower, and Peter was just sitting there waiting for everyone to get ready so they could go to dinner.

“Which one of us are you talking to, Pads?” James asked, confused.

“Why don’t you ask your stupid friend Moony” Sirius said, glaring at him.

“What are you talking about?” Remus frowned confused.

“Oh, you’re going to play dumb? So we’re just going to pretend that nothing happened back in the Quidditch Pitch and you didn’t make anyone cry?”

“What?” James and Peter asked at the same time.

“Again, what are you talking about? Nobody cried” Remus said, closing his book and getting up.

“Really? Are you sure about that, Moony? Are you really sure?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Padfoot. You have no idea what happened!”

“Oh, really? So, you didn’t reject her when she asked you out?”

“What? Who asked you out?” James asked, interested.

“Nobody-”

“Nobody? Really? The girl that you have practically been in love with for years is now nobody?”

“What? She asked you out?” Peter asked.

“You said no?” James asked, extremely confused.

“She didn’t ask me out, okay? She was only asking to spend time with me to get closer to you!”

“What?” James and Peter asked again. “That doesn’t make any sense!” James said.

“Yeah, what are you talking about, mate?” Peter asked.

“Why the fuck would she want to get closer to me? We’re friends!”

“Because she’s in love with you, just like every other girl in this stupid school is, apparently!” Remus snapped.

“You see? You see how stupid your friend is?” Sirius told James.

“Stop talking to me as if I’m not here! And stop calling me stupid!”

“Mate, you are stupid! You truly are if you think she was only asking you out to get closer to Sirius!” James told him.

“Shut up! I saw the way that she was looking at him! You winked at her, and all of the sudden she’s interested in Quidditch and she wants to go to the match on Friday, and I’m supposed to believe she doesn’t fancy you?”

“Mate, I highly doubt she’s interested in Quidditch” Peter laughed.

“Yeah, she’s as interested in Quidditch as she is in Padfoot” James added.

“Moons, I winked at her because I knew she was nervous about asking you out. See, it was actually the other way around. She came to me and asked me how she could ask you out” he explained.

“W-what?” Remus asked, feeling terrible.

“Do you honestly not know how much in love with you she is?” Peter asked, confused.

“Yeah, she’s always looking at you, mate” James told him.

“She’s n-not” he insisted, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t just turned you down and that you were not in love with him. “She likes Padfoot. She’s always with him-!”

“Yeah, talking about you, you idiot!” Sirius told him. “She’s always asking what your favorite books are, what movies do you like, and what would be the best way to ask you out! And when she finally got the courage to do it, you said no” he explained.

“Holy shit” Remus muttered to himself, plopping on his bed again. “I am so stupid” he stated.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, mate” Sirius said, sitting next to him. “So, what are you going to do?”

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Throughout the next few days, Remus tried endlessly to find you so he could apologize but it was useless. You were avoiding him like the plague. Even when he tried using the Map, it was as if you were one step ahead of him. He looked for you in the Library, where he thought you’d be even if he said no, but you were nowhere to be found. He hoped you would make it to the match on Friday, but again, you were a no-show.

It wasn’t until Saturday when he begged Alice to drag you to Hogsmeade so he could just ‘casually’ run into you. It took him and Sirius to convince her since she was still mad at Remus for rejecting you, but she caved.

So, here you were, on your way to Hogsmeade as a third wheel on Alice and Frank’s date, although they insisted it wasn’t a date, so Marlene and Dorcas were here too. So, all in all, you were fifth-wheeling.

“Come on, love. It’s gonna be fun!” Marlene said, linking her arm with yours. “We can do whatever you’d like!”

“Yeah, we can go to the Three Broomsticks, or Tomes and Scrolls, or the music shop” Dorcas suggested.

“To be honest with you, girls, I kind of just want to go to Honeydukes to get as much candy as I can carry and then go back” you said with a sad sigh.

“What? No, love, it’s a beautiful day!” Marlene insisted.

“Look, we have some errands to run, why don’t you go to Honeydukes to get some candy, and then we can meet at the Three Broomsticks?” Alice suggested as you entered the village.

“Um… can’t I just by my candy and go-”

“No!” Dorcas and Marlene said in unison. “We’re gonna head to the Three Broomsticks to get a booth, so you better come there after buying your candy” Dorcas added.

“Ugh, fine!” you said, frustrated.

In all honesty, all you wanted to do was buy an endless amount of candy and go back to your dorm. Ever since Remus rejected you, you felt people watching you everywhere you went. You could hear them talking about you and you were certain that the girls that witnessed the entire thing had already spread around your very much public rejection. Which is why you had been avoiding going out of your dorm as much as you could.

You turned around to make your way to Honeydukes, completely missing that your friends joined James, Peter, Lily, Remus, and Sirius at the Three Broomsticks.

“You’re up, Lupin” Alice said, still glaring at him as the rest made their way inside the pub.

Remus took a deep breath before he followed you into the sweetshop. He spotted you on one of the furthest shelves, holding, or trying to, as many sweets as you could in your hands. He felt a sweet smile forming on his face as he watched you. A small part of him still thought that Sirius was wrong. That there was no way that you could ever be interested in someone like him.

But his heart fluttered more intensely with each step he took towards you, and he knew that whether Sirius was right or wrong, he still needed to apologize to you for the way he spoke. When one of the many chocolate frogs you had fell on the floor, he quickly made his way over to you and picked it up.

“Um, here, I think you dropped this” he said, making you turn around to face him. His heart ached a little when the smile dropped off your face when you saw it was him.

“Oh… um” you said, grabbing the treat from his hand. “Thanks” you smiled nervously.

“How have you been?” he asked, cursing himself silently. “I uh… didn’t see you at the match yesterday” he added.

“Right… I wasn’t really in the mood to go” you smiled firmly.

“Oh” Remus said, feeling even worse. “W-well, you missed a good match” he chuckled. “Gryffindor won” he said.

“I heard” you replied noticing a few people looking your way. “Um, I should uh- probably get going” you said, as you were going to start making your way out, but you felt Remus gently grab your arm and turn you around.

“Wait!” he said, getting even more attention from the students around you. “Um, I…” he felt his heart beating a little faster. He didn’t like dragging this much attention to himself and he wanted to ask you to go somewhere a bit more private. But, firstly, he didn’t think you’d like to go anywhere with him until you apologized and secondly, he very much publicly rejected you, so maybe he had to do the same thing. “I wanted to apologize to you” he blurted out.

“Oh, R-Remus, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do” he said, getting closer to you and pulling you a little away. “I’m really sorry about the way that I spoke to you” he said. “I’m sorry for assuming that you were just talking to me to get closer to Sirius-”

“Why did you think that?” you asked all of the sudden.

“E-excuse me?”

“Why would you think that the only reason I would talk to you or wanted to spend time with you would be to get closer to someone else?” you asked. “I mean, I thought- I thought we were friends… Is that… um… is that what you think of me?” you asked, sadly.

“What? No!” he assured you. “I don’t- we are friends” he insisted. “I just…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, here it goes” he said, taking a deep breath. “I like you, love” he started. “I really like you. I’ve liked you so much for so long, I’m pretty sure that I’m very much in love with you” he confessed. “But, I never in a million years thought that y-you could like me like that” he said. “I thought that you were only interested in Quidditch because you wanted to see Sirius and I saw him wink at you, so my reasoning was that you liked him because, for some reason every girl in school does, and that would be the logical thing-”

“The logical thing would be for me to like Sirius?”

“Well, yes” he said as if it was obvious.

“Why?”

“Why would you have any interest in spending time with me then?”

“Because I like you, you big idiot!” you blurted out, frustrated.

“Y-you do?”

“Yes! I figured Sirius might have told you by now, or you might have heard it from the entire school who apparently knows and you’re the only one who’s still oblivious to it!”

“Well, to be honest, Sirius did say something but, I still wasn’t entirely sure that it was true-”

“Why, Remus? Why do you think it’s so impossible for me to be in love with you?”

“L-love? Did you just say love?” he asked, smiling.

“I uh-” you said, realizing you just let it slip. “Well, you said it first!”

“Well, yes, because it makes sense for me to be in love with you, but it doesn’t make sense for you to be in love with me!”

“What? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! Why?”

“Why? Oh, I don’t know, maybe we should discuss this on the next lunar phase” he said, muttering the last words.

“Oh, Merlin! Really? Is that what this is about?”

“For starters!” he argued. “Trust me, it would make a lot more sense if you liked Sirius! He’s handsome and always laughing, he’s funny and witty-”

“Remus, are you trying to tell me that I should be in love with Sirius? Or that you are in love with Sirius?” you smirked a little.

“That’s not what I meant!” he glared at you. “Look, I just… I never thought that someone like you would ever want to be with… someone like me” he muttered the last part.

“Wow, you really are an idiot, aren’t you?” you chuckled as Remus rolled his eyes.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Who called you an idiot?”

“Sirius!” he complained.

“Aw” you smiled. “Well, we can be two idiots in love, or you can just reject me again. It’s your move, Lupin” you told him.

Remus bit his bottom lip, trying to prevent his smirk from getting bigger. He walked closer to you and gently pulled you closer to him by your waist before he leaned down to press his lips against yours. You suddenly dropped all the candy you had in your hands and you quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I choose two idiots in love” he smiled before kissing you once more.

“Good answer, Lupin” you smiled.

“Oh, I also wanted to ask” he said, grabbing your sweets and placing them in a basket. “If you’re not too busy if you… wanted to go on a date with me?”

“Well, I told Dorcas and Marlene I would go to the Three Broomsticks-”

“Yes, they are all waiting for us to get there” he informed you.

“Oh, okay, so that’s a no on the Three Broomsticks then” you said, as you walked over to pay for your things.

“I think that’s for the best” he smiled.

“Well then, it looks like my day is free” you said, as Remus held your hand when you walked out of Honeydukes.

He pulled you back a little and kissed you once more. “I really am sorry, love” he smiled.

“I know you are, Rem” you smiled back at him.

“So, does this mean you’ll keep me company on Quidditch matches?”

“If you’re there, I guess I can be there” you smiled as he kissed you again, neither of you noticing your group of friends looking at the two of you from the window at the pub across the street.

“Fucking finally” Sirius muttered, bumping Alice’s fist. 

The End

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A/N: hope you loves like it! Charlie's coming up next!

[hannieehaee]

hii what would seventeens reaction to their black/african s/o doing the water trend?

their black s/o doing the tyla water trend

content: established relationship implied, no smut but very suggestive, etc.

wc: 627

a/n: hii! i hope u enjoy ur request!!

masterlist

seungcheol -

you can tell he's hot and bothered the second you turn on the music lol. he'd try to entertain u by watching you without interrupting but in the end his urges would win and he'd have to whisk you away.

jeonghan -

fake scandalized at the sight, claiming you're trying to seduce him. would still be super attentive and into it though. at some point he'd magically get you on his lap and then one thing would lead to another and yeah ...

joshua -

seems like the type to smirk to himself as you dance, maybe even act as if he was throwing some dollar bills at you and just overall hyping you up. loves when you dance for him, and he's the best hype man so this is a common occurrence (will def fuck u afterwards lol).

jun -

he'd grow frozen on the spot, blinking and gulping at you for a few moments. his fingers would dig into the meat of his legs as he took in the sight, out of breath despite not being the one dancing. compliments you sheepishly afterwards, wondering if this is how you feel when you see him dance.

soonyoung -

i can see him starting off by watching you in awe but eventually joining in so u can teach it to him lol. would haul you away to your room afterwards for sure.

wonwoo -

tries to be very chill and lowkey about it, but you can tell his eyes are glued to your curves. gives you very benign compliments as you do it (he's a terrible hype man sorry wonwoo) bc he doesn't really know how to react. afterwards he'll pull you to his lap under the pretense of you showing him the moves more up close.

jihoon -

he's chronically offline so he doesnt know its a trend and just assumes you're dancing for him bc u want to break his resolve (and its working). groans at you bc he knows you're aware of the effect you already have on him and this simply does not help matters.

seokmin -

im convinced he knows any challenge that involves ass shaking or hip swaying so i think he'd immediately jump up and do the challenge with you. would be flustered by you dancing but would still join u.

mingyu -

he does that cocky smile he always does as he watches you. a mixture of horny and proud. horny bc you're doing this really sexual dance and proud bc you're doing it for his eyes only. flirts with you throughout, making you repeat it a few times bc of how obsessed with the sight he is.

minghao -

amused by the thought of you learning the dance just to toy with his self control. he loves art and to him the sight of you dancing so prettily for him is the greatest form of art possible so he's very attentive to it and even asks you to repeat it after you're done. will praise you as soon as you're done, probably dragging you over to his lap to escalate things.

seungkwan -

he'd get so unbelievably shy at just watching you. he'd have to keep looking away with that wide-eyes scandalized look he always does. might scold you afterwards for catching him off guard.

vernon -

his eyes would stay on your hips throughout the entirety of it, practically hypnotized by your movements. you'd probably be able to go over it twice before he realized you were done bc of how distracted he was by your movements.

chan -

this can go one of two ways. either he gets caught off guard and extremely horny by the sight or uno reverses it on you and joins in so now you're the one having to watch him do the challenge. either way you'd end up in your bedroom within five minutes.

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POV: You're In a Scary Movie 🎃 Villain or Victim?🔪

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Pile 1🤬

You would be the villain. I think you would be the villain because you're sexy and you bring all the cats to the yard.  you provide food and comfort. It's like if everybody in the neighborhood had cats and dogs and you put dog treats in your yard everyday, you know you will be attracting everybody's dog. like can you stop? lol and you might just be like oh well I'm just giving the dogs a treat but everybody else is like no. Yeah it's like you're so connected with people that people are like getting hypnotized. In this scary movie you could be seducing somebody's wife or seducing a couple. So the reason why you would be a villain in this is because maybe people wouldn't know what you're doing with the people that are seduced. like where do they go and what happens to them? Yeah it gives you collect souls or you do something with them. Okay so it could be like this couple has joined a cult. they look to you as a savior, as a guidance for them. It could be somebody else who's trying to get away from being hypnotized in this movie because they're afraid that it will cause them to  spiral. But honestly it seems like it's real true guidance from Spirit though. like in this movie you are looked at as a villain but it's just because this person is scared of the real truth. okay it seems like this person could be watching a couple be seduced by you or alert by you so this person is on high alert because they're like pile four is alluring people into them. So the only reason you're the villain in this movie is because you're the magician. So kind of like how people will burn witches at the stake but all witches are not bad witches. Pile 1 doesn't just have one person, they have two people, they have multiple people so what are they doing behind the scenes? They could also be getting Karma in this movie but it's weird because they don't see you doing anything like they can't see what you're doing so it could be like maybe you're doing magic. So in this scary movie this person is suspicious of you. They don't come to you and fight you but they might go to the man in the couple and see why or they might get in contact in some type of way. for some people the couple that you seduce is not together anymore because they both like you were one of them likes you more. Okay so to this person in this movie your villain plan would be to send out a frequency that reaches people and makes them loyal to you and then you harvest their energy or their souls and it makes you more abundant in the physical world. I think you do send out a frequency that goes to people, it brings them to their higher self it brings them to a piece of Nirvana and helps them gather resources for themselves strength…or it’s a evil ploy. It gives dr.doofinsmirk

Victim: none?/ everyone

Uzumaki

Pile 2 🔪

Okay so you would be the victim. they're going to be somebody who is obsessed with you or really really likes you. but the thing is this person wouldn't want you to be out they wouldn't want you to be a hot girl. no other girl no other person would be enough for this person but you.This person can already have a partner/girlfriend but they don't satisfy them enough. like this gives Joe energy from the show where it's like he might be obsessed with somebody but then once he gets them he becomes obsessed with somebody else. they would try to trap you but I feel like you would trap them instead. The crazy thing is is that you do know this person but it's not like you guys were ever in a relationship like you could have just worked together you could have went to school together, you could have mutual friends that ended up at the same places but this is not somebody who you romantically were involved with.I don't like this energy like that like the other pile was a little bit lighter but this person is kind of dark. So in this scary movie this could be a group of people or just a specific person but I feel like they feel that getting you would even the odds like it would make whatever situations balanced. Okay so this person probably did have a accomplice. it seems like this person could have manifested through their third eye basically evil eye because the third eye is very significant so this person could have been sending evil eye and trying to infiltrate you through the mind. The villain was trying to infiltrate you from the inside so you would basically unravel and be lost. Yeah, it seems like you were very hot girlish because this is Bratz rock angelz as the picture so I feel like you're somebody who was on the go, who was cool, who really left a impression on people and on this person specifically. so this is somebody that you could have just met on your adventures like not somebody that you really deep involved with. The accomplice could have made it their mission to make you cry. Maybe they didn't see you as emotional,  maybe you didn't come off like that and this person could have come up as emotional but you give steady and calm and balanced. They tried to plant things in your mind that weren't true basically make you crack,make you sweat. Okay so you're the main goal of the villain could have been to knock you off play with your head maybe close down certain chakras. Basically make you scared/ scare you off. I feel like everything dark comes to light and this person didn't want you to shed light on them so they were trying to cloud your judgment. They could have tried to do this through accomplice.So you definitely beat this villain by playing the switcheroo. you could have lured them to a certain place expecting you to be there but you aren't and instead you got them accomplished. it seems like they get offed energetically though I think you and your lover so maybe you can have like a surprise lover in this movie but they come and you guys energetically kill them off so it almost gives like couple versus couple or just accomplice versus accomplice like Kim Possible. Checkout pile 3

Villian: associate, could have been one your friends.

Blink twice, Bratz rock angelz ,death proof

Blink twice

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Pile 3 👻

Unfortunately pile three you would be a victim. You would be a victim for being the it girl/boy. Have you watched this movie form the picture Love Don't Cost a Thing ? The girl in the middle and her friends were kind of mean. So this could start off with somebody liking you romantically. This could also be a situation where your friend is obsessed with you like obsessed with you being The It Girl. In this scary movie I think you could be coupled up with somebody so you could be dating somebody and the whole time one of your friends is plotting to mess it up. it gives me Mean Girls. Regina George was looked at as the bad guy, it could be said that that was her karma but Cady pretended to be her friend to sabotage and then she fell in love with her boyfriend that's messed up lol. in this scary movie you're just doing your thing being perfect, being beautiful, dressing amazing, being the main character and you attract someone's attention :a guy/girl?. but you have a whole bunch of Love offers because you're the most popular good looking person around and there's a particular person that proposes something to you and one of your friends sees it and they're like I don't like this. they're like that offer should be made to me? why does this person get everything? Why do they look so good? Why are they so alluring. so they gather up weaponry maybe not literally but different things to make this downfall. Yes so this could be a situation where this friend is only popular because they're around you..  the person that wants you romantically could be real popular as well they could be really good looking and they can have a lot of money.  I feel like this person was already maybe shallow in the first place but when you got with this person it was too much. So I think it would be two people because it is two friends in the picture but one specific person could have been the one trying to really seek out the revenge. The thing is that I feel like realistically it wouldn't work like this person wouldn't succeed at this plan. but you would still be the victim because the plan was made for you but I feel like you will get out of this in such a smooth way that it's funny. I feel like the universe will protect you to the point where you might notice something is off, but it works out like you might not have to do much to get this person away. this is not the type of scary movie where you are fighting to the death at the end with the killer no. this is the scary movie where you do know there's something off and you sense something's off and maybe you're having some type of paranormal experience but it ends up getting solved and the two people kind of disappear or disintegrate off. So in this scary movie it's like one friend would actually have been doing something and you can feel it and the other person probably will try to gas light you. so you could be like something's wrong I feel something is off and it could be specifically this person and the second friend is like you're crazy I don't like when you act like this I don't know if I can be friends with you anymore.Orrrrr they could have just been like you're overreacted its nothing take a chill pill, yeah this person could have been shallow like I said so they could have just been worrying about their looks and how they feel when you were likenreally going through it.So I think this villains plan was almost unknown to them I don't think they really knew where they were going with this they just wanted to be you.

They could have wanted to Destiny swap with you and also by doing that made you be with somebody else. Yeah so maybe they didn't really like their partner like that so they're like I want to be pile 3 and I want their partner and they can have my partner. Their boyfriend/girl could have been involved. check out pile 2.

villains:  a Duo ? a couple, two friends.

Gothika, Love Don't cost a Thing, the craft

Pile 4👿

I think you would be the victim. it gives one of those movies where you know those scene where its this couple out on the town,having fun and they're just in the moment and little do they know it's somebody up on the balcony staring at them. yeah you could be just minding your business and there's somebody who is hot! behind the scene. somebody who doesn't want you to be as abundant and Luscious as you are. This could be the type of scary movie where it's like a wolf in sheeps clothing around. so this person might present something to you but it's like a gag gift. They want you to be stuck somewhere. So you could just be minding your business having a good time and maybe a specific person starts pursuing you and now you're dating this person and they're treating you well  maybe you guys even get married? And the whole time it's this person in the back upset! do we know why? It's because they broke up. Honestly this person could have broken up with their partner but usually their partner comes back like a dog but they didn't because they found you. So you will be the victim because this person will now be on the bottom and their use to being a top priority. This person will be upset but I don't think they would do anything to you per say. I feel like they might try to protect you as a couple? like they don't want anybody else to date  your partner so they'll make sure that you guys stay together or at least make sure nobody else gets in between the relationship but they will be also trying to put themselves in situations to talk to your partner. Yeah like maybe not trying to outwardly get them but say they have the kids together like oh I need you to drop off some paperwork to me, or we need to talk about signing the bills off on my name now. something to where they have to speak. Your partner is really loyal in the scary movie so it's like they're not going for it like they don't want to be with them but it seems like they're always there so they could be following you guys around. you might look up and you guys are at Disneyland with your kids and you're like is that them in sunglasses and a hat? then the villain is like it's no way  pile 5 is this perfect like it's something about them thats going to come out, they're not perfect.  you come off really perfect and balanced. They could have seen you as a villain. They could feel like you were trying to erase them and what they've done but they're plan was to erase you especially if you guys haven't been together that long. they were just trying to get rid of you so they can focus on what they had, the history they have or the relationship/kids. Even make you mad to the point where you leave like you get fed up with the situation and you're like I'm just going to leave. Villian:an ex, stalker

Obsessed

Pile 5 🥵

Definitely the villain. something is shady about you pile 5. Not going to lie you are the sexiest villain to ever be. the villain but this gives a crime of passion. is it a crime? sade voiceYeah like this is more sexy than anything else. so in this scary movie you and your lover can have a lot of eyes a lot of suitors. and that could drive you to do certain things. I heard evening the playing field. this could be a situation where you just get your get back. Okay this is the type of scary movie where it's a psychological war on your partner. so maybe you make them go crazy, they don't know who's really you, is this the real you or if you're playing a game with them maybe they just aren't sure about anything.  it only drives you even more. it makes you raise your level of taunting. yeah the movie for you guys is basic instinct. people could be or your partner could be almost paranoid being with you because it's like are they going to kill me? are they going to do something to me when I'm not looking. but it seems like this is if they did something to you. this doesn't seem just unproved kind of like if they broke your necklace, is pile 5 going to break my neck. are they going to slit my throat? You're the villain because people are scared of you especially if they do something to you. you're like the Grim Reaper.  that type of energy where it's like the reaper is looked at to be really scary but he only comes when it's your time to die it's not really his fault. yeah and you could be nosy or just know a lot of information, see a lot of things, have a lot of eyes, find out things about people really easily so that makes you even more scary. yeah people are like if I do something pile one, if I make them mad.. they go blow out a candle and end my whole life. If I'm not nice they can find out my secrets. Maybe people have received really bad karma surrounding you, like maybe they totaled their car and then somebody walks up to them and issues them a government official debt collect on top of that and the person that presents it has the same name as you or has the same initials something like that. so people like dang there go my karma from pile on. like you have voodoo dolls and you poke them when they do something bad to you or if they were just a bad person. Also people could feel like you're the villain because you are good at seducing people even if it's not on purpose like people might try to seduce you into seducing them. people could lose their partners and be like dang what a villain. so in this scary movie you're a hot Queen / King that everybody is scared of and steals people partners. Either way you give crazy psycho hot person. I would say that your plan as a villain would be to give Karma to people that did you wrong. But honestly I do feel like you would use their energy to become hotter and smarter and faster. 

victim: could have been ppl who weren’t there for you during a tough time, a person left you to drown in your own stuff. 

Scary movie: Jennifers body, american psycho,

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[pocket-watcher]

I got a call from an advertisement and now I have an idea for you. An advertiser is calling a person. The person decides to troll them, but suddenly becomes mesmerized by their really attractive offer. (You know, when you want to ask tricky questions to a caller, but he still sticks to his program. It really sounds like the advertiser is hypnotized and is trying to subordinate you to this program as well. It seems that after the call, you will become the next one who starts calling everyone in a row, distributing a hypnotic program.)

Oh this is too good not to write! I hope you enjoy :)

Ring ring.

Oh man, Tashi thought, this could be it!

She didn’t recognise the number, but Tashi was waiting for a call from her (hopefully) soon to be new landlord!

“Hello?” She answered.

“Why, hello there. Is this Tashi?” The deep voice on the other end asked.

“Speaking!” Tashi fidgeted with the hem of shirt nervously. Man, I really need this, she thought. I can’t last another day living here.

“Why hello there Tashi.” The caller sounded exhausted. Almost half asleep. “I’m calling about a great new offer from Neru Tech. Would you mind answering a few questions?”

Oh great, she thought. A cold caller.

Now this could… interesting. She has some time to kill, right? And she could always end the call when her future landlord called.

“Go ahead.”

“Firstly, how are your sleep patterns looking?”

Tashi thought that her sleep patterns would greatly improve if she continued listening to the slow monotoned voice on the other end.

She yawned slightly. Great, this caller had just made her aware of just how tired she was. She felt herself sink into her chair slightly.

“Oh, yeah, just terrible! Night terrors and all that! Just all these horrible dreams about cold callers.”

She waited for a reaction.

But it never came.

She yawned.

“And, your stress levels? How would you rate them from 1 to 10 - 10 being extreme stress.”

Her stress? On a normal day she’d say pretty high. But on this call? The slow voice was a surprisingly nice change of pace. So methodical in the way they spoke. But, Tashi was committed to wasting as much of their time as possible.

“I’d say with the current state of the world I’m sitting at a 94.” She chuckled, her words being more truthful than she’d care to admit.

She lazily lolled her head around waiting for the next question.

“And finally, how hard is it to think right now?”

How hard is it to think? What kind of question was that?

She thought for a moment. Sure she was tired, but she was relaxed. She could think just fine. Ugh, what kind of product were they even trying to sell?

“Oh it’s super easy. A million thoughts a minute! What with all that stress and all.” She rolled her eyes. “How hard is it for you to think right now?”

She heard the person on the other end of the line laugh.

“I don’t think. Neru Tech thinks for me.”

Tashi suddenly felt very off. What was this? Had she even ever heard of Neru Tech?

“So… that offer you mentioned?” She tried to change the subject.

“Ah yes. It helps improve sleep quality, stress, and empty’s your mind of any pesky thoughts that might be troubling you…”

Tashi laughed nervously.

“Okay… I’m going to hang up now.” She hovered her finger above the “end call” button.

“No you aren’t.”

The voice didn’t sound threatening. Or cocky.

It had no personality whatsoever.

“Uh, yes I am. And I’m going to report this number too!”

The audacity, Tashi thought.

“You aren’t going to because you can’t.”

Can’t?

Her finger hovered still. Why was she still listening to this idiot. Why couldn’t she hang up the phone.

“Just relax Tashi. This is all the wonderful work of our latest offer. Let yourself sink into your chair. Unroll your shoulders. Let your mouth hang open.

She couldn’t move. Her body just relaxed on its own. Like every sentence was hardwired into her brain.

“That’s it. So obedient. Just keep losing yourself in my words. Listening and following along. Slowly drifting.”

Tashi felt goosebumps along her body. Each thought was a battle. All she could do was listen.

“Very good. You’re doing so well for me. For us. You want to be one of us, don’t you?”

She did. Tashi wanted whatever they told her she wanted. She nodded, despite the fact they couldn’t see her.

“Excellent. You’ll make a fine addition to the team. Just stick to your script and you’ll do perfectly, okay?”

Tashi felt so good. To have a new job. A new purpose.

She hung up and a text appeared on her phone.

It was a number to call.

[ariundercovers]

Yellow Light (When Paths Cross Pt. VI, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.5k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: Valentine's Day and an (accidental) confession.

Chapter Warnings: good mix of porn and plot in this one again. p in v, pulling out, Javi being a needy demon, spanish nicknames, eating ass (yeah you heard that right), butt stuff, very light dp, javi lacks impulse control. some more brief angst that resolves very quickly.

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PREVIOUS PART (V) HERE

You fall into an easy routine for a long while. After another month or two of Sundays at the Peña house, Fridays at yours, days throughout the week where you met for lunch or coffee, you were feeling confident in the place of your relationship. 

You never would’ve guessed you might have found someone here, in Laredo, of all places, but you can’t say that you’re unhappy about it, either. Javi brought a vitality to your life that it turns out you had been sorely missing without even knowing it.

You spend time trying all kinds of things together - hiking, horseback riding, rock climbing. All activities he’s mostly a professional at already, but you’re happy to learn, and happy to watch how successful he is as you barely figure out the basics for yourself. You especially enjoy learning how to ride a horse properly - Javi grew up on horses, using them on the ranch to lead the cattle where they needed to go. He shows you all the ropes, makes sure you’re comfortable and safe before he takes you out on your first ride across the property.

You’re starting to really think that this might go somewhere, that this might be it for you. You think he might be the love of your life - not that you’d tell him that, not yet at least. He’d probably think you were crazy and run away. But you couldn’t begin to deny the way he made you feel - the way he swept you off your feet with every word, every look, every gesture. It was hypnotizing, and you were lost to all things Javier Peña.

Maybe you were crazy, to be this infatuated this quickly. Time moves differently when you’re ‘all grown up.’ You’re not willing to waste it on flings and useless courting anymore, not like you used to be. If you were in it, you were going to be in it for the long haul.

On Valentine’s Day, Javi takes you out for dinner to a fancy steakhouse just on the outskirts of the city. It’s not too far from the museum where you work, but you’ve never bothered to try it due to the price tag. He assures you that he’s paying, not to worry about the numbers on the menu, always the chivalrous and generous one when you’re still working on figuring out daily life on a curator’s salary.

He comes to pick you up in a well-fitting blue suit and you wonder briefly if it’s one of the ones he would’ve worn working for the DEA in Colombia. You won’t ask, because he’s made it clear that you’re not going to talk about those times, but your mind will certainly wander, nonetheless. Your mind conjures images of Javi walking into meetings with the president, pulling a gun from his waistband as he takes down a criminal, and it all has your abdomen tightening far more than you’d like to admit.

The waiter seats you at a small two-person table in the back of the restaurant - Javi sits in the corner and you can watch him as he scans the clientele every few minutes. That must be a holdover from Colombia, as well, you think. You order, and Javi picks out a bottle of red wine to share, which the waiter brings out for you right away. He pours you each a glass and Javi holds his up to you, intending to make a toast. You raise your glass and smile at him as he starts to speak.

“To you, muñeca. My perfect girl.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is intense, eyes training on his chest as you try to take in the praise without making a complete fool of yourself at the same time.

“And to you, too, Javi. I’ve never been happier.” He smiles back at you as you clink your glasses together, each taking a sip. You’re not usually a fan of reds, but this one is smooth - not very acidic, very floral in its undertones. It brings a heat to your belly that’s warm and pleasant, and you’re pleasantly surprised by the flavor of it all.

As usual, you quickly fall into an easy conversation, barely registering the wait before your food comes out, perfectly cooked and seasoned. You eat in relative silence, taking a moment to taste each other’s plates, and you hum, satisfied, as you finish off your dish.

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a better meal, Javier.”

“No? Well… I have even more places to take you, then. Better than this one.”

“Is that so?” He nods back with a smirk and thanks the waiter as he comes around to take away your empty plate, ordering a tiramisu for the two of you to share. You’d been raving about how good it looked when it came out for someone seated close to you.

While you wait, Javi reaches into his coat pocket and holds a small box out to you. “Happy Valentine’s day, cariño.” Your eyes light up at the prospect of the gift, a smile erupting on your face as you reach down for your purse, taking out a similar box that’s much larger to hand him.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Javi.” He chuckles, both of you opening your presents at once. When he opens his, he finds a new leather wallet with the initials “JP” stamped into the corner, smiling and thanking you with a squeeze of your hand. You tell him that you noticed his looking pretty raggedy and hoped he liked it. He assured you that he did.

Then, when you open yours, you find a beautiful golden necklace with a simple single crystal dangling from the chain.

“Oh… this is beautiful.” He smiles back at you and stands up, taking the box and moving behind you before he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Can I put it on you, cariño?” You nod, happy that you decided to forego much jewelry this evening, and he clasps the necklace behind your neck, hands squeezing lightly at your shoulders. Staring down at it, you smile as your fingers raise to touch it lightly.

“Javi, it’s gorgeous, thank you.” He smirks back at you as he sits down, reaching across the table for your hand.

“It’s only so pretty because of the woman wearing it.”

There’s that heat again, rising to your cheeks. You’d be embarrassed by it if it were with anyone else, but Javi makes you feel comfortable and loved and understood in ways you’ve never imagined.

You finish up your dessert with another gentle easiness between the two of you and then Javi stands, offering you his arm as you walk out to his relatively beat-up truck. It makes you laugh to see the two of you dressed up and climbing into the old pickup truck, but it’s just so Javi that it could never actually bother you.

He drives you back to the ranch, where you consider heading inside but decide on heading out for a nighttime stroll instead, moving along the property edge, close to the river. You hold his arm in your hands and rest your head on his shoulder as you go, making small talk like you always do. The conversation pivots to Chucho, Javi grumbling about how nitpicky he’s been about the recent renovations to one of the pastures, and you try to step in with the guiding wisdom that Chucho just isn’t used to doing it another way. Change is hard.

Your heeled shoes start to frustrate you in the dirt, so you take them off, carrying them in one hand as you walk barefoot around the ranch.

“Pops would have my head if he knew I let you walk around out here barefoot.” Javi chuckles.

“Well, good thing he isn’t here to yell at us, then. I like it. It feels nice.”

“Or maybe I should just carry you.” Javi stops and smirks, lunging for you and you yelp, trying to jump out of the way. You bolt as quickly as you can, but you’re no match for his long legs and he snatches you up in an instant, throwing you over his shoulder like a fireman.

“Javi! Stop! Put me down!” You’re laughing, but kicking your legs with a seriousness he probably doesn’t pick up, and you pinch his ass once from where you’re hanging. “Seriously, Javi, please put me down?” He drops you unceremoniously onto your feet and places his hands on his hips, looking at you.

“I can walk. Thank you.” You giggle lightly, smoothing out your dress as he shakes his head and reaches for your arm, tugging you along.

“Fine. Let’s move. I have other things I want to do to you tonight.” He winks at you with a smirk and turns toward the house. Your cheeks heat up once more, eyes going wide, but you follow him nonetheless, excited to find out.

The two of you have launched yourselves into the house and into his room in no time, stripping off your clothes haphazardly as you make your way to the shower, eager to scrub off the dirt and grime of your barefooted walk. He, of course, can’t keep himself from you in the shower, and he has your back pressed up against the shower wall, driving his cock in and out of you in no time. He pulls out just in time to cum all over your thigh, forcing you to wash yourself all over again. Then, he’s on his knees, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, eating you out like his entire life depended on it, hands reaching and groping every which way that he can manage it.

When you finally extricate yourselves from the now-running-cold stream of water, Javi tugs you across the hallway quickly, wrapped up in towels, and suddenly you’re back in his bed with sopping wet hair. Javi is hovering over you, perched like a bird of prey, as you run your hands up and down his torso. He leans down and kisses your collarbone, then nips at it lightly, staring down at the now-wet jewelry hanging softly against your chest.

“I like this necklace. Shows everyone that you’re mine.” You hum at the thought of being his, being Javi’s, and it warms your insides in a way that few things he’s said before have.

“I like the sound of that. Yours.” He chuckles and continues nipping at the skin along your neck, hands finding your breasts as he starts to knead them, thumbs swiping softly across your nipples. You groan, arms falling easily out to your sides as you let him ravage you however he pleases. His lips find purchase everywhere across your body: your belly, your hips, your mound, the insides of your thighs, your knees, your ankles. He kisses everything he can reach, your entire body alight with his affections.

“Javiii… No teasing, please. Need you-” He hums at your feet and quickly flips you over onto your belly before you have the chance to think about it twice. Straddling your legs, he repeats the process, kissing and nipping all the way up your backside, lingering on the swell of your ass between his hands.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cariño. Mierda.” He kisses between your cheeks, thumbs spreading the flesh apart as he looks down at your holes, spread apart for him so nicely. He dips his head low, pressing his mouth and chin between your cheeks, and licks a broad stripe from the hood of your clit all the way to the puckered flesh of your ass.

You jolt immediately, shocked by the trajectory of his tongue. “Fuck! Javi!” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the inside of your cheek, nipping at it lightly.

“You gonna be a dirty girl for me tonight?” He leans in once more to run his tongue across your tightly puckered hole. Your body jumps and you let out a shaky breath.

“Holy fuck, Javi- what in the hell…” You can feel him smirk against the skin of your ass as he answers.

“We just showered. You gonna let me play with this tight little hole a bit?” You press your ass back into his touch while his hands trail from your hips to your folds, thumb pressing just inside your entrance as he pulls some of your wetness up and over your ass, applying just enough pressure there for you to feel it. You turn your head toward him, hands pressing your torso away from the mattress just enough to give you space to turn.

“You, uh… want to?” He snorts and leans down to press a kiss to the curve of your ass.

“Of course, I want a piece of this perfect ass, muñeca. But only if you do.” You nod, frantically, breath quickening as you think about the possibility of trying this with him - something you haven’t done before, not with anyone else.

“Okay. Yeah, alright.” Settling back down into the mattress, you spread your legs a little wider to accommodate him and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your hole. You groan at the sensation, amazed at how good it feels. His tongue darts out, working around the rim in tight circles for a while, before he starts to just dip inside, the tip of his tongue working past the tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck! Oh fuck-” You’re so shocked by the sensation you can feel your body clench and pull away slightly. He holds onto you tightly, keeping you in place so that you can’t move an inch, arms locked around your thighs. His face is buried between your cheeks, tongue darting in and out of your hole now, and after the shock wears off you realize how fucking amazing it actually feels, and start rolling your hips into it. “Holy shit, Javi, oh fuck.”

He switches tactics, starting to lap at your hole as he extricates his hands from beneath your thighs. “Stay just like this for me, cariño, okay?” You nod into the mattress and push back toward him, desperate for more friction. You can hear the lewd sound of his mouth sucking on something for a moment, then a pop of his lips, and then suddenly you feel a wet finger at your hole, pressing in just slightly. The stretch is different - new, really - but not bad. He presses in slowly until the whole finger is buried and then he moves it.

He freaking moves it. 

“Ohhhhh FUCK! Javier!” That’s a new, phenomenal sensation, that you’ve never felt before, and feels nothing like anything else you’ve tried, either. He keeps moving his finger around, pumping it in and out just slightly, and two fingers of his other hand find the slick heat of your cunt, sinking in up to the knuckle, as well. You gasp, back arching away from the mattress as your hips push back into his hands. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, leaning down to bite lightly at your lower back.

“Patience, darlin’.” You groan and continue to rock your hips, riding out the pleasure on his hands even through the way he chastises you. Soon, his fingers are replaced by the tip of his cock and the finger that was in your ass is replaced by his thicker, but just as spit-slick thumb. Pressing in slowly, he hisses as he sheaths himself within you, your legs widening as you lay along the bed. He uses gravity to press deeply into you, his free hand holding tightly to your hip. 

You groan heavily, unable to do much else other than lay there and let him use you, but fuck it if it wasn’t one of the best things you’ve ever felt. You let yourself relax into the mattress and focus on the feeling of Javi working his fingers and his cock in and out of you in perfect tandem. He takes his time building up speed until he’s pistoning his hips into you at such a pace that it feels like it knocks the breath out of you with every thrust of his hips. You’re bouncing into the mattress with each one, laid out on it with nowhere to go and his body weight pinning you down so concretely. 

It feels wonderful.

Working in combination with his thumb in your ass and his heavy cock splitting you open, the fingers of his opposite hand reach around under your hips to finger small circles around your clit. Added to the way this position lets you grind onto his hand, it builds you up quicker than anything you’ve done with him before, sending you spiraling into an orgasm that feels like it bubbles over in three places all at once.

He works you eagerly through the aftershocks of it all, carrying a steady pace as he chases down his own climax. You can feel his hips stutter, lose their cadence, and then he’s pulling out just in time to splatter his hot cum all over the space where your ass meets your lower back. He grunts, jerking himself through it as you try to catch your breath beneath him, and then you can feel him shifting on the bed, standing up and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Right back, cariño.” Leaving just long enough to get what he needed, Javi comes back in with a warm washcloth, wiping you down fully and then himself before tossing the rag away, turning off the lights, and climbing into bed next to you. He pulls the sheets up over the two of you and gathers you up in his arms, peppering kisses across your forehead and cheeks before working down to your nose and then your lips. He slows eventually, letting his head loll back into the pillow as he takes a deep breath, exhaling it all out.

You end up settling in under the covers with Javi’s strong arms wrapped around your midsection from behind. This was always the most comfortable position between the two of you, feeling so safe and calm that it lulled you to sleep in an instant. You turn over in his grasp, head coming to rest on his chest as you wrap your arm across his waist. Reaching up, you press a few gentle kisses to his jaw, now covered in a five o’clock shadow.

“Thank you for today, Javi. You made me feel very special.” With a smile against his skin, you settle back against his chest as he squeezes you tightly to his side.

“You are special, muñeca.” Your heart blossoms at the praise and, before you can stop yourself, three little words come tumbling off of your lips.

“I love you.”

 Oops. 

You said it. You didn’t really intend to, but it slipped out quite easily with the way this whole evening went. And, frankly, it’s the truth. You loved him and loved him hard. You were his and he was yours. You hum happily against his chest, waiting in silence as he runs his fingers across your upper back. He doesn’t answer you for a long while. 

“I’m glad you had a good time, cariño.”

It takes a moment for you to register that he has very deliberately not said it back to you. Blinking back the shock of it and lambasting yourself for expecting something out of him that he wasn’t ready to give, it’s all you can do to keep yourself from mentally berating yourself over and over again. A silence grows between you as you lay there, thinking about the distinct dodging of your admission. He didn’t even acknowledge it. Did he just not hear you? Or choose not to hear you? Or is he ignoring you directly and on purpose?

You settle on likely ignoring, and it churns your stomach contents. Rather than pressing the issue, you fall silent and try to lull yourself into a hopefully dreamless sleep. Maybe you misunderstood all of this, after all.

He chuckles next to you and nuzzles his head against yours, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Shhh. I can hear your brain goin' a thousand miles a minute, baby. It’s okay. I love you, too.”

You let out a long sigh, his words echoing over and over in your head. Nuzzling your way further into him, you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes, taking in the scent of his slightly sweaty - but clean - skin.

"Fuck. Okay. Good. Thought maybe I made a fool of myself or something."

He chuckles and your breathing settles, a sense of calm and contentment wafting over you.

"Not any more than a normal day, muñeca." He squeezes your arm and you laugh nervously, turning and looking up at him for a moment before he shifts, leaning over you to press a slow kiss to your lips.

"I'll take that, then," you respond. He smiles down at you and you lean in this time, kissing him again.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Maybe this was it for you. Maybe Javi was the one, after all.

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a/n: Whoops! Happy early Valentine's Day!!! I know this was probably corny asf but it's valntine's day soon. They deserve it.

There are some big feels coming up in the next two chapters (which are already written!!) so this is your fair warning. I am thinking maybe another 4 chapters in total left for these two, but who knows where it'll lead us! Let me know what you think! Your interactions and comments and criticisms and all of it are so appreciated!

xoxoxo

NEXT PART IS HERE (VII)

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[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life And Death - Extra

On the other side of the sea

Word count: 2,316

MASTERPOST

Disclaimer: This is not a story allineated chapter! It's an extra snippet for the lore. You might want to read it now or later, it doesn't really matter when u do in terms of plot. Also TW: mild dehumanisation (Idk, but I like being cautious)

The sun was starting to dip right below the horizon, the quietness of the evening embracing the island with the only sound of the waves rhythmically crashing on the beach. Andrew was sitting on the sand, leaning back on a rock not distant from the shore. He absentmindedly tossed a small pebble he had picked up from the ground, lost in his thought, his eyes fixed on the skyline. The summer breeze tousled his dark blonde hair, and he tucked a stray strand behind his ear. 

It was common for him to spend evenings like this. Even if it wasn’t what the average person would expect from a ten-year-old kid to spend his free time, he enjoyed it. Just him and his thoughts, nothing else. In some way, it could bring peace to his mind - not that he particularly needed much, but he just needed to stay alone for a bit sometimes. It was a habit. He sighed, his hand falling resting to the side, the pebble rolling back down on the dusty golden sand. He closed his eyes and leaned more comfortably on the rock behind. 

“Andrew! There you are!” 

The high-pitched voice of his twelve year old brother instantly pulled him back from his thoughts, his eyes snapping open. As he regained the ability to see, the first thing he noticed was Levi’s upside down face, looking down at him from his kneeling spot on the rock, his messy curls falling down freely.

“I’ve been searching for you for half an hour!” Levi continued, propping himself back up and sitting cross legged as he brushed off some sand from his hands. “What were you even doing here?” 

Andrew looked up, his head tilting backwards as he looked back at his brother. “Nothing special,” he replied, a small smile on his lips. “Just… thinking.”

Levi’s expression shifted as he raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Thinking.” he repeated, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Yeah, thinking.”

“And about what, exactly?” Levi kept asking, his tone a mixture of curiosity and mockery.  Levi pressed, leaning forward slightly, both curiosity and slight mockery tugging at his words.

The younger one hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping back to the horizon. He grabbed the smooth pebble again, tossing it from hand to hand as he procrastinated the response.The waves rolled gently in the distance, their rhythmic push and pull as they crashed to the beach almost hypnotic.

“So?” Levi piped up again, his curiosity now evidently piqued. “What could possibly be so interesting that you’re just sitting here staring at water?”

“Have you ever wondered… what’s there?”  Andrew finally spoke, his tone calm but thoughtful at the same time. 

“There?” Levi echoed, his brow furrowing as he tried to follow his brother’s thoughts.

“Yeah, there” Andrew repeated, stretching his arm forward to point at the ocean. “On the other side of the sea.”

Levi didn’t reply, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the vast blue expanse that stretched right off the shore. He tilted his head, as if trying to see something hidden beyond the waves, whatever his brother found so intriguing. His lips pursed slightly, and for a brief moment, it seemed like he might entertain the question. 

“Nah,” he said dismissively with a shrug, surrendering to his perhaps too short attention span. “Here is just fine. Never thought about that.”

Andrew didn’t look back at him, his eyes still fixed on the same point, as if he was hypnotised.

“Here is fine, sure. - he replied - but this doesn’t mean i can’t be curious about what’s there.”

“Miles and miles of water, and maybe some other islands. Maybe other islands,” - Levi replied with a know-it-all tone, leaning back on the stone surface. - with a snort, his tone know-it-all, as he flopped back on the smooth surface of the rock. “Boooooring.”

His ginger curls were still damp from the salty water, sprawled on the stone, as he shielded his view from the now dipping sun. Andrew, on the other hand, just replied with a soft chuckle. He picked up the small pebble again, his fingers idly sifting through the golden sand as he traced patterns on it.   

“Maybe,” he said. “But maybe not.” 

Levi frowned, sitting up instantly, surprised by Andrew’s disagreement. 

“Huh?”

“I… found a book in Father’s library today.” Andrew prompted, his fingers tracing some random doodles on the sand.

“It said that on the other side of the sea there still might be humans, you know? Entire civilisations, maybe.”

“Humans?” Levi echoed, his expression initially confused. Then, smirking, he leaned over to poke at Andrew’s scribbled marks in the sand. “You mean those tiny people with strange gadgets? Living on the other side of the sea? Come on, Andrew. You can’t still believe that nonsense.”

Andrew shrugged, his expression unfazed. “Why not? Just because you don’t believe it doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

Levi let out a loud laugh, rolling down from the rock and flopping onto the sand beside him. “Because it’s ridiculous! Tiny people! What kind of creatures are smaller than the rabbits we hunt? And you think they’ve got what… machines? Some kind of magic trinkets?” He grinned, shaking his head. “Sounds like a children’s fairytale.”

Andrew didn’t take the bait. “Well, only because it sounds weird it doesn’t mean it’s not true… they existed, after all.” 

Levi laughed again, and Andrew frowned slightly.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Levi replied, his laughter finally softening. He got up and stretched his arms over his head, looking down at Andrew who was still sitting on the sand. “Whatever you say, little brother. Anyways, you should spend less time in that library. All the dust will get to your brain one day or another” 

Andrew snorted, but the smile that tugged at his lips betrayed the slight amusement he still felt when being with Levi. Even if he wasn’t his real brother, he had always managed to make him feel part of the family since he joined it. And he appreciated that, more than anything. 

He got up too, and Levi gave him a slight nudge on his shoulder.

“You’re a little weird, has anyone ever told you?”

“Guess you get used to it.” Andrew replied, his cheeks flushing a bit as he picked up the small satchel filled with his books, notebook and charcoals from his he ground.

Not long passed before, from the distance, their mother’s voice called out, firm but warm.

“Boys! It’s getting late! Time to come in for dinner!”

The brothers exchanged a glance, but before the youngest could even prompt anything, Levi’s voice rang out, “Last one to arrive home has to do the dishes tonight!” And he started running towards the small path that led to their small house. 

Andrew groaned but took off after him, but Levi, being older and faster, reached the cobblestone path first, throwing his arms in the air to show his victory. Andrew arrived a few moments later, panting but still grinning at his brother.

“Fine,” he huffed. “You win! But you still have to help me clean up!”

— 

Their small house sat at the very edge of the village, a few paces away from the coast, its wooden frame weathered, adorned with vines and the soft glow of lanterns. 

As the two brothers entered, they could hear their mother softly humming a tune. Then, probably hearing their footsteps, she turned towards them with a smile on her lips and a raised eyebrow.

“It was about time!” she scolded gently as she turned from the stove, hands on her hips. Her long dark hair was tied back in a simple braid, and her eyes held equal parts amusement and exasperation. “Gods, you’re a mess!” she said, her tone pointed especially towards the older of the two brothers, whose ginger hair was still tangled with seafoam and sand after the day at the beach, “Upstairs, now. Get changed before you get the entire house dirty.”

She pointed at the wooden stairs that led to their room, and the two boys didn’t waste any time. 

“Yes, Mama.” They chorused, darting up the stairs and entering their shared room.

Levi’s side was chaotic, with clothes and gear scattered haphazardly, while Andrew’s side was neat and adorned with carefully arranged books, sketches, and a few seashells and trinkets he’d collected from the nearby beach over the years.

Levi immediately flopped onto his bed, his hair still damp, while Andrew instantly reached for a towel.

“You’re getting water everywhere,” he pointed out, glancing at his brother who was stretched out like a cat on the bed, and tossed the towel to him.

“It’ll dry,” Levi replied lazily, “You’re such a neat freak.”

Andrew snorted, and Levi finally sat up, watching his brother with an amused smirk as he quickly tried to dry his curls with the towel.

 His mind drifted back to their earlier conversation. 

“So, about those tiny people you were rambling about,” he began, leaning back on his hands.

Andrew paused, glancing over, his gaze etched with both suspicion and curiosity. “What about them?”

Levi’s grin widened. “Let’s say they’re real—and I’m not saying they are—would you… I don’t know… keep one as a pet?”

Andrew stared back at him, momentarily stunned. “What? No! That’s… that’s not fair. They’re people too, not pets! At least, the book said so.”

Levi snorted, falling back onto his bed. “People? Come on, Andrew. They’re supposed to be, what, the size of a mouse? What kind of person is that? Bet the Gods wouldn’t count them as people.”

Andrew frowned, pulling on a fresh shirt. “Well… I guess size doesn’t matter. And, to be honest, you’re being ridiculous. They have stories and cities and machines, like the books say so, if they’re real. So why wouldn’t the Gods care?”

Levi propped himself up on one elbow, smirking even wider, his brother's genuine interest almost entertaining him. “Oh, sure. Tiny people with tiny gadgets living on the other side of the sea. It sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

Andrew shrugged, sitting down to brush the sand off his shorts. “Maybe it does. But we don’t know for sure.”

Levi rolled his eyes, grabbing a still crumpled shirt from the floor and lazily tugging it on. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“Maybe,” Andrew replied, a small smile playing on his lips. “But at least I know how to keep my side of the room clean.” He gestured towards the scattered piles of shirts and objects on his brother’s side.

“Yeah, whatever, talk all you want,” Levi retorted, sticking out his tongue to him. “Now come on, shut up and let’s eat before Mom comes up here and drags us downstairs herself.”

The boys darted down the stairs and entered the small living room, where their mother was bustling about the hearth, preparing dinner.

“Ah, look at you two,” she said, her voice sweet as they glanced up at the two boys. “Much better now.” 

She ran a hand through Levi’s curls, trying to adjust them a bit, but he rebelled against her action, slightly shaking his head. 

“Stop, ma’! That’s my signature look!” He said, now ruffling back his own haircut as he tried to gain back its usual messy appearance. 

Andrew laughed, as he slid onto his usual seat at the table, watching the exchange. 

As they began to eat, Andrew glanced up at his mother. “Ma, when’s Father coming back from the capital?” He asked, his tone curious. 

Their mother paused for a moment, wiping her hands on her apron before sitting down. “He should be back by the end of the week,” she replied, her expression thoughtful. “He sent word yesterday. Things have been a little busy, but he’s okay.”

Levi perked up slightly. “Did he say anything else?”

“Only that he misses us and hopes you’re behaving yourselves,” she replied, giving Levi a pointed look.

“Don’t look at me, look at him!” Levi said with a grin, earning a swift nudge under the table from his brother’s foot.

Their mother chuckled softly. “Well, what have you two been doing outside today?”

“Andrew’s been talking about humans.”

Andrew flushed slightly at his brother’s words, his fingers twisting the edges of his shirt. He hadn’t really meant for their mother to hear that part. He hadn’t even meant Levi to hear that, but he was being relentless back at the beach, and he felt merciful. 

“Humans?” Their mother raised an eyebrow, stirring the pot. “What about them?”

Levi smirked, leaning back. “Just some nonsense Andrew’s been interested in. Said they’re supposed to live on the other side of the sea.”

Andrew shifted uncomfortably, as if feeling the weight of his mother’s gaze. “It’s not nonsense,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. He didn’t want to sound weird to her, let alone for his childish wonders.

She set down the spoon she was holding, turning to face them. “Humans haven’t been seen in centuries,” she said, her tone calm and distant. “It’s said they were wiped out, swallowed by the sea or driven to extinction, or maybe they ran away... I don’t know much about it, and I don’t see why it matters now.”

Levi rolled his eyes and let out a short laugh as he took a bite from his slice of warm, homemade bread. 

“Told you it was crazy.”

Andrew said nothing, fiddling with his sleeves, the memory of their conversation at the shore still vivid in his mind. 

Their mother, noticing his silence, added with a small shrug, “Let your brother wonder, Levi. It’s not important now. Just another myth like anything else we used to hear about. You boys have your stories, and that’s all they’ll ever be.” She placed a gentle hand on the younger boy’s shoulder and squeezed it in reassurance, before sitting down next to him. Andrew smiled softly, and continued to eat.

He wasn’t sure that was only a myth. But, after all, what really mattered for him was what he could tangibly see, do, and feel. For now, his wonders could afford to wait, and deep down he was glad it was so.

[gabessquishytum]

omg step up dance movie my beloved. And you're so right, the dynamic of rich snooty ballet dancer and not rich hip hop dancer from "the wrong side of the tracks" is so dream/hob. the hip hop dancer character feels like it fits hob so well too bc it's like. The feeling and expression of self in hip hop is... Very different from the strict rules and standards of ballet. Hob doesn't hate ballet, but he didn't grow up with it, not being from a particularly wealthy background. And he does feel hip hop is a superior form of dance in that it is so much more... Free. And honest and raw and real. Less tense over rehearsed painful movements and more flowing authentic and human.

Dream however. He could not disagree more. He doesn't even consider "hip hop" or "street" dancing as real dancing. Real dancing is practised, incredibly difficult routines and strict schedules (not just around rehearsing but eating too). Real dance is something you devote your whole life to, not something you do for fun in your free time (whatever that is) with your friends (another concept dream isn't very familiar with). Has he actually deigned to watch any hip hop dance? Don't be silly, he doesn't have time to waste on something so frivolous.

Dream turned up early (as usual) for practise before classes and scheduled rehearsal time. He assumed the studio would be empty as it usually was at this hour, however walking down the hall the sound of ... Heavy bass and a seductive rhythm with lyrics to match spilled out from his studio (okay it's technically not his but no one else uses it nearly as much as him so it might as well be) down the corridor. Dream slows down, curious, if a little annoyed, that his early morning extra practice was going to be delayed in the least. When he gets to the door what he sees stops him dead and makes his mouth fall open. What this man is doing with his body is... Unholy to say the least but dream can also appreciate the muscle control and timing displayed here from a technical stand point. Of course he isn't observing for any other reason. Not bc the way this man's hips move is hypnotic and quite frankly down right sinful. Dream becomes aware that he's staring and has inexplicably started to grow hard, which his legging do very little to conceal.

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Absolutely love this. I'm imagining that Hob notices that Dream is there and the two of them immediately get into an argument about who booked the studio to use, which devolves into Dream saying "your dance form is ridiculous and foolish so you should just give me the studio" and Hob is like??? WHAT??? He can't believe anyone would be so rude but he's got to fight back. He tells Dream that ballet isn't even that hard, anyone can do it if they're rich enough.

Dream runs at Hob, intending to demonstrate that Hob won't even be able to catch him - let alone do a lift. But he's very surprised when Hob grabs him by the hips and effortlessly shifts him into a fucking angel lift.

Dream is unmistakably hard and blushing. Hob is like "You shouldn't have done that, you didn't know that I wouldn't drop you" and Dream can't even SPEAK. He decides to graciously allow Hob to finish his practice session (while he sneakily watches from the side of the studio). Hob keeps smirking him in the mirror and Dream genuinely has to cross his legs to avoid being caught with a major boner in his leggings.

He later discovers that Hob has quite a big following online for his dance videos and tutorials. He stays up way too late (far out of his usual strict schedule) watching Hob dance. He is undeniably beautiful and talented but more than anything he looks so happy! He looks like he's enjoying himself, like he enjoys his own body and what he can do with it. He wears baggy track pants for most of his routines but Dream is still convinced that he's caught a glimpse of a very impressive bulge.

Not to mention that Hob occasionally dances shirtless... and that some of his videos are more thirst trap than dance...

So what can Dream do but show up at the same time next week to see Hob all over again? Hob seems pretty thrilled to see him, anyway. He even offers to share his breakfast (another big step outside of routine for Dream, who hasn't eaten a store bought pastry for... a very long time). And when Dream gets up to start his practice, Hob settles in to watch with a wink.

"You had an opportunity to thirst over me. Now I'm repaying the favour. I want you to show me why ballet is the superior form."

And Dream has never been able to resist a challenge...

[super-predictable98]

The Nightingale Girl (Good Omens AU)

Chapter 1: On a Rainy Day You Can See Forever

Word Count: 2 k

Warning: Strong language, very mild sexual content

a/n: Hello everyone, so as most of you know, English is my second language, so forgive me for any mistakes. I've been so in love with Good Omens lately and I just decided to start a new series. You can all expect more Michael Sheen and David Tennant related fics as well as more chapters in the future. Hope you all enjoy it <3 Oh, and this contains SPOILERS for season 2 of Good Omens

Rain was pouring and Aziraphale was looking through the glass of the front door of the bookshop. Cars would pass by splashing water everywhere and disturbing the mirror puddles on the pavement that reflected the London sky. 

What he didn't notice was a young lady approaching the door in a black coat, her hood covered her face nearly entirely, and the only visible parts of her were her mouth and nose.

"Sorry, dear, we're closed," he said when he finally noticed she stopped in front of him. 

"I know, but I... I'm soaked, can I come inside just for a moment?" She asked. 

"Oh, of course," as usual, he was completely unsuspecting. He just saw someone who needed help and helped, being an angel he just couldn't resist. 

Aziraphale opened the door and let the young lady in. She carefully dried her bright pink combat boots on the doormat before stepping inside.

"Thank you," she murmured. 

"Can I take your coat? Would you like some tea? Maybe a towel?" He offered. 

"That would be nice, thank you." 

"And what is your name, dear?"

"Rhiannon," she said, finally taking the coat off and exposing her hypnotic beauty. 

She had bright brown eyes like the night sky, very pale skin, a captivating smile, and long hair in a middle part. One half was dark red and the other was pure white.

"Oh my- that is an interesting look... must be pretty hard to maintain." 

"Not really, I was born like this. The doctors think it might be some sort of pigmentation issue." 

"You were born with-" Aziraphale's voice disappeared when he noticed she had his smile, but Crowley's eyes. Not the snake-like ones he had now, but the ones he had when he was created, before the fall.

To make it even more daunting, she had a nose that looked like his own, but expressive eyebrows that looked like Crowley's.

"Hey, Angel, how did you- holy hell!" Crowley nearly dropped the plant he was carrying when he saw the girl standing there. "How did she...?"

"She was born like this," Aziraphale whispered before turning back to Rhiannon. "I should get us some tea."

"Wait no! Don't leave me alone with this... creature!" Crowley hissed. 

Aziraphale didn't even listen, he had something to look for while the water boiled. 

He had gotten a letter right after the apocalypse nearly happened, he never understood what it said, but it must be true since the sender was Agnes Nutter herself. 

The note inside said: Angel shall not lie with angel, heavenly or fallen. For if two angels fall in love the consequence is a fruit made of two unmatching halves that might fall in a distant garden but shall roll until it hits your feet.

"Oh no... oh no!" He cried. "What have we done?"

When Aziraphale came back with the tray in hand, he was terrified of what he was going to find, but then he heard... laughter. 

When he walked into the room, Crowley was laughing like a maniac while Rhiannon told him some story about how she got a teacher fired by organizing a riot in class.

"We had proper flags and chants, I really put my soul into it," she smiled.

"I see you two are getting along," Aziraphale chirped. If that girl was really who he thought she was, it was good they were getting along. 

"Oh yeah, Rhiannon is great," Crowley nodded. 

That was odd, the demon never warmed up to someone so quickly. Most times he didn't warm up to them at all, but she got under his skin. 

She takes after him, I see... the angel thought as he served the tea.

"Rhiannon, do you live around here?" He asked, trying not to sound too curious.

"I just moved to London from Italy. My mother is British but my dad is Italian," she explained.

"Your dad! Yes, how lovely!"

"I was actually born here, they adopted me right before I turned two."

"Oh dear... that is a wonderful story," Aziraphale cleared his throat and handed the note to his partner. "Crowley, would you take a look at this?" 

The demon read over the note a couple of times before it clicked and his mouth fell open. He looked from the girl to Aziraphale and back to her, that little nose... that smile... those cheeks! 

"Shit!" He cried.

"Is everything okay?" Rhiannon asked. 

"Yes, everything is tickety-boo," Aziraphale assured calmly. "If you don't mind me asking, did you ever wonder about your biological parents?" 

"I tried to look for them when I turned eighteen, but the orphanage didn't know a thing. I was left by their door without a trace of anything. Not even a blanket, no letter, no basket, just... me. They had no way of knowing where I came from."

"And how old are you now?" Crowley asked.

"I'm twenty-four, I turn twenty-five next December," Rhiannon sipped on her tea without a suspicion in the world.

"That tracks actually. Remember? That was the first time when we.." Crowley whispered and was quickly cut off by his partner.

"Yes! Yes, I do remember that!" Aziraphale murmured, blushing from head to toe. 

"What are you two talking about?" The girl laughed. 

"We... we have reason to believe that you are... related to us."

"What?" She stared at them confused.

"You see, we're partners. We think you might be our daughter."

"Am I missing something? I don't think that's physically possible. I wouldn't mind having gay dads, but two men can't really accidentally have a baby."

"That's easy, we're not men," Crowley shrugged. "I did feel a little morning sickness around that time..." he joked.

Rhiannon looked down at her long hair and frowned. She had no idea how to feel, that was a very weird and confusing situation at best and a cruel joke at worst. 

"Why do you think that?" She mumbled. 

"The resemblance is uncanny. You have so much of both of us," Aziraphale smiled. "And um, we got a prediction once that warned us about your existence."

"What does that mean? I don't understand, you're not men, but you're not... what? How?" 

"He's an angel," Crowley said, knowing his partner would just dance around the issue and if she really was theirs, she had to know. If she wasn't, he could always erase her memory or something of the sort.

"I know, he's really sweet, but-" 

"No, I don't mean figuratively. He's an angel, I'm a demon. Apparently when angels or fallen angels get together for the first time... you happen."

Without another word, Rhiannon's vision went black and she fainted. 

**

"Why did you have to be so blunt? She was clearly having a hard time processing it!" Aziraphale whispered angrily while the girl's head was on his lap.

"I thought it was easier to get it over with like taking off a plaster, I didn't think she'd pass out," Crowley hissed back. 

"Well, she's sensitive, she's my daughter!"

"We don't know that yet and if she is, she's also my daughter which should make her pretty tough." 

"Ah, I know how tough you are... couldn't even slaughter a bunch of goats that one time!" 

"The goats didn't do anything, why would I do that?" 

Rhiannon slowly opened her eyes and saw Aziraphale staring back down at her with a gentle smile. 

"Oh! She's awake! Hello, dear, how are you feeling?" He asked calmly.

"My head hurts..." 

"I can fix that!" He carefully placed his fingers on her forehead and with the help of a tiny miracle, made her feel brand new. "Better?" 

"Actually yes," she mumbled. "I guess that makes you really an angel. And you..." 

"Really a demon, I'm afraid," Crowley took off his glasses, exposing his yellow snake eyes.

"Jesus Christ!" 

"No, just me, but I've met him once. Really nice fella, too bad what happened with the cross and everything." 

She didn't get it, did one of them get pregnant with her? No, definitely not, they seemed just as surprised as she was. Did she just magically appear somewhere with little red and white curls? Just knowing she wasn't actually abandoned took a weight off her shoulders she never knew she carried. 

"How do we know for sure? I don't imagine you can order a DNA test," Rhiannon chuckled. "Your blood is probably... I don't know... glittery and fluorescent." 

"Oh no, these bodies are perfectly human, dear," Aziraphale laughed. "But you were not made from our DNA, you are a miracle." 

"And who do we know that can check out if a miracle happened and where it took place?" Crowley looked pointedly at his partner. 

"Muriel! Of course!" 

The angel who had been reading a book, carefully not listening to the conversation (after all, it was private), lifted her head when she heard her name. 

"Yes?" Muriel smiled and looked at their guest. "Oh hello! When did you get here?" 

"Who's that?" Rhiannon asked.

"That's my new assistant, since the last one moved away," Aziraphale explained. "Muriel, we need a big favor."

"Anything, what can I do?" She put the book down.

"Go upstairs, check the miracle records, 22nd of December 1998 around... 10 P.M was it?" Crowley gestured, asking for confirmation.

"Between 10:24 and 11:15," Aziraphale nearly whispered. 

"Wow! At least now we know where I got my stamina from," Rhiannon joked which made Crowley chuckle proudly.

"So please check what happened that day, how many Lazarii was it, and where it took place," Aziraphale whispered as if someone else could hear it even though there was no one else there. 

Muriel nodded and waved before she left with a big grin, happy to have her own little mission. 

"Now what?" Rhiannon asked.

"Now we wait," Crowley groaned. 

She leaned back in her chair, but suddenly her vision became hazy again. Only this time she did not faint, the room she was in crumbled before her eyes and she saw the bookshop from the outside. She was standing on the sidewalk on a beautiful sunny day, wearing a completely different outfit, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. 

"How did I get here?" Rhiannon mumbled to herself, not understanding what happened. 

"Come on, Ann. Your father isn't doing so well right now," Crowley said, holding his hand out for her.

"What? Dad! Dad!" She screamed out of the window, seeing Aziraphale inside. She somehow knew that she was his and for some reason, she knew something bad was happening. 

Aziraphale looked at her with a sad smile and waved, mouthing goodbye.

"He's leaving," Crowley pretended not to care, but behind his sunglasses, his eyes told another story.

"Leaving? Where is he going?" 

"Heaven, he'll become an archangel or something." 

"Dad! Don't leave me, don't leave us, Dad!" She pleaded, but it was useless. 

Rhiannon started to cry, so human as she is, and Crowley took her in his arms, awkwardly rubbing her back. 

"You're not leaving too, are you?" He asked. 

"No, I'm not going anywhere, Dad," the girl hugged him fiercely. "Let's get to your flat, the plants need water."

And just like that, Rhiannon was back to the moment she was before the vision. Nobody was crying or distressed, everything was peaceful again, and the rain was still pouring outside. 

"Hey... I think I just saw the future," she breathed, not even believing her own words. 

"You did?" Aziraphale asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, and it's not good!" 

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The Redeemed Rogues

Bouncing around ideas for my headcanon reboot. Now, we all know Flash has an inordinately large number or Rogues that have been redeemed at one time or another. Since my headcanon characters will actually age and their stories will have ends, unlike real comics where they have to be kept in play, I'm thinking about what to do with these folks after they quit their criminal careers. I don't like them bouncing between good and bad - those that are redeemed stay so (and there's no mind-control making them go good).

Al and James are the ones that matter to me, I know Hartley matters to others. And Mick happened in the comics, too. Chime in on which villains you think should or shouldn't go straight, but Al and James are non-negotiable in my universe.

Albert Desmond - First rogue to go straight. Well, he'll quickly become engaged to Rita (maybe meets her on work release?). But he has to get a job. We know from issue 153 that he worked at an industrial company and was offered promotion to supervisor - any idea what he'd actually be doing?

I'm not sure on the idea of kids yet - depends on how his mental health is. While he'll still be hypnotized by Zoom a couple times, I'm definitely not going with Dragon's Eye thing, so he doesn't have that to worry about.

Mick Rory - Well, he got tired of being in jail. Got a straight job. In the comics, it was in a glassworks so his parole officer could frame him. I'm fine with that, but if anyone thinks any other jobs, let me know. His wages will have to be garnished to pay for the damages he's caused to buildings through arson.

I'm much more silver age on Mick's origin. A big show to impress a girl. Though he's not as fickle as Cold. Anyway, he'll probably find a woman who likes dramatic displays. Get married, and maybe have a kid.

James Jesse - Honestly, I just really enjoyed reading him in the '80s Blue Devil comics and then later popping up in '90s Impulse. He's just fun in those. So, like many villains, he has a great invention. His anti-grav (probably not using air pressure version because it's harder for me handwave the science) is something that could be patented. I'm not sure if it's useful for airplanes or hover cars. But it'd be great for getting people out of burning buildings. I think it'd be good for moving things - from furniture to stock in warehouses.

He's not the settle down type. I see him bouncing from occupation to hobby and back as he gets bored with one thing and moves on to the next.

Hartley Rathaway - I admit to finding the incredibly bribing first appearance of his parents kind of amusing. I feel he's more defined by his dynamic with Wally. Do you think they should still be killed?

Then there are his personal relationships. I didn't read New 52 for various reasons. I understand he was married to Barry's boss there. That seems less likely with Barry not being youthified. And a large percentage of gay men are not in monogamous relationships, so it might be nice to explore that. Of course, I didn't read, so the marriage may not have included sexual monogamy.

Leonard Snart - He just gets older. After Barry's "death," there's little reason to keep up the show. Barry comes back, but he stays retired.

I've said before that his cold gun is worth a fortune. Great for police officers and home defense. And, depending on how it works for stasis-ness, it would be amazing for EMTs. And yeah, kids are going to get ahold of them and shoot each other with them - but hey, it's not like it hurts anyone.

He would be so rich, and him being rich off the dollars of police departments is amusing. He'd take care of his sister. I can't decide what to do with her - her focus was all about Roscoe originally, which makes her unwilling to give up and kinda one note. Either her motivation changes, as with the comic, or she loses her drive for some reason. Since Barry won't stay dead, maybe she finds out Roscoe was cheating or something. Or she could be given an entirely new motivation.

Anyway, Leonard will live well, and fall madly in love two or three times a year. He's very fickle, though, so it never lasts more than a couple months.

[pesterloglog]

John Egbert, Jade Harley, Jaspersprite

Act 6, page 5283-5307

JOHN: jade...

JADE: hm?

JOHN: i think i just realized something.

JADE: what?

JOHN: THIS MOVIE FUCKING SUCKS!!!

JADE: whaaat

JADE: but you love this movie!

JOHN: yeah, i know.

JOHN: i mean... i thought i did.

JOHN: it's been kind of a long time since i last saw it. i really remember it being a lot better than this!

JOHN: but now everything just seems so cheesy and stupid.

JADE: but you were making such a big deal about finally getting me to watch it with you on your birthday!

JADE: you were going on and on about how i wouldnt be disappointed... but now youre saying you dont like it?

JOHN: i don't know. i'm trying to like it. i WANT to like it.

JOHN: i want to feel the same magic that was there all the other times i watched it.

JOHN: but i can't, because...

JOHN: it's just...

JOHN: not...

JOHN: good. :(

JADE: really?

JADE: i was actually kind of enjoying it!

JADE: its very silly

JADE: i really dont think its the kind of movie youre supposed to take all that seriously john

JOHN: but i DID take it seriously!!!

JOHN: i guess maybe that's kind of the point.

JOHN: i always thought all this hokey bullshit was legitimately awesome and compelling.

JOHN: what was i even thinking!

JADE: i dunno....

JADE: but people can change their minds about things

JADE: i think youre allowed to change your mind about a silly movie

JADE: i used to LOVE the squiddles show when i was really young

JADE: but as i got older i started to realize it wasnt as great as i thought it was

JADE: i was just too young to see how it was actually a flagrant vehicle for selling merchandise

JADE: and if you believed the conspiracy theorists it might have even been pushing some other dark hidden agendas.....

JADE: so i stopped liking the show itself as much but that didnt change the fact that i had a lot of fond memories about it

JADE: i still loved all the cute characters and could enjoy it on a nostalgic level

JOHN: well, maybe later i'll be able to rekindle some nostalgic feelings about it.

JOHN: but right now, i just feel like a dope for talking this up so hard.

JADE: what is even the problem with it?

JADE: ive just been watching this and thinking, yup, i can see why john was so obsessed with this movie...

JADE: its funny!

JOHN: it's just non stop terrible action movie cliches!

JOHN: look.

JOHN: i love nic cage. he is basically my hero, ok?

JOHN: but i'm kind of just realizing now that he is EMBARRASSINGLY BAD in this movie!

JOHN: he is just doing this corny parody of a southern guy who is down on his luck, and acts "charming" with his goofy accent and stuff.

JOHN: some things i used to think were so badass are just coming off as ridiculous now.

JOHN: can you believe that one time we were watching this movie, when he said "put the bunny back in the box" i actually high fived my dad?

JOHN: this time that line just made me roll my eyes.

JOHN: there's so much crappy dialogue!

JOHN: "cyrus, this is your barbecue, and it tastes good..." arrgh!

JADE: but he was trying to sound like a hardened criminal to win the trust of john malkovich!

JOHN: jade, please. it was a cheesy line, don't be so naive.

JADE: what!!

JADE: you spent your whole life worshiping this dumb movie and now youre calling ME naive????

JOHN: ok, i'm sorry. i guess in fairness to you, you have only just begun to climb the steep learning curve of this vexing and hypnotic film.

JOHN: but i am no longer bound by its spell, jade.

JADE: oh god

JADE: vexing and hypnotic??

JADE: its a movie full of explosions about a guy with a mullet

JADE: what is with you lately? you seem to be in such a crappy mood these days

JOHN: i am fine. this MOVIE is what's crappy these days.

JADE: oh bluh bluh

JADE: can we just finish the rest of the movie?

JADE: look you made us miss a whole bunch of stuff!

JADE: hang on im going to rewind it...

JOHN: who even cares what we missed.

JOHN: just cameron stupid poe in his idiot wife beater babbling some more southern home spun heroic nonsense.

JOHN: heart of gold my ass!!!!!

JOHN: everything dave ever said about this movie was right! i can't believe i used to think he was just trolling me.

JOHN: the stupid junkyard scene where cyrus makes a little model out of rocks and stuff, just so he could tell the criminals to surround some army guys and shoot them... that was pointless!

JOHN: and all this heavy handed scoring. oh my god. the music makes every little thing into such a federal issue!

JOHN: like... oh man, SOME MINOR CHARACTERS BEING INTRODUCED IN SLOW MOTION! dun-dun dun-dun DUN DUN DUN!!!

JOHN: there. now you officially know they are all badasses.

JOHN: also, i somehow didn't even remember dave chappelle being in this movie. he was pointless too.

JADE: whos dave chappelle?

JOHN: and you know the malloy guy, the dick head cop who we're supposed to hate, because of how he gives john cusack a hard time and makes asshole decisions with a helicopter?

JOHN: well screw that! he wasn't so bad. so what if he was a little grumpy? he was just trying to do his job. he had one of the best lines in the movie actually, which was another thing we were supposed to hate him for.

JOHN: what was it? about how cusack was probably out saving a tree and recycling his sandals or some shit? HAHAHA! now that i think about it, i fucking LOVE malloy.

JOHN: i'm going to rewind it to watch that scene again...

JADE: no!!!

JADE: dont touch the remote

JOHN: oh, and we're supposed to be like "YEAH" when cusack wrecks malloy's awesome sports car.

JOHN: but that was a nice car! john cusack shouldn't have ruined it like that for laughs.

JOHN: i know *I* wasn't laughing, were you?

JADE: YES :p

JOHN: john cusack was such a terrible character in this movie now that i think about it. i don't really get what he added to it?

JOHN: he was like the second hero... but dorkier? what did he even really do? he scampered around the junkyard for a while goofing off, and then when it was his time to shine...

JOHN: HE DEMONSTRATED HIS MASTERY OVER HEAVY MACHINERY! wow, he can operate a crane! i am thrilled by the exploits of this pedantic weenie.

JOHN: i guess he's actually like cage's estranged sidekick? almost like the robin that batman never realized he had.

JOHN: now that i think about it, this movie was always an oddly poignant tale of bromance between cage and cusack. just two bros separated by destiny, waiting to be united.

JOHN: when they finally come together to kick some ass, it is arguably more moving than when he reunites with his wife and daughter!

JOHN: i wonder if i'll think that scene sucks now too? it used to move me to tears, but now i'll probably think it's so lame, i'm almost afraid to watch it. maybe i should try to leave at least SOME memories untainted.

JADE: john you are kind of sounding like a crazy person here

JOHN: yeah right! crazy like a fOWWW!

JADE: what???

JOHN: oh...

JOHN: i guess there was a stray feather clinging to my pajamas and it just poked me in the ass.

JOHN: god damn dave sprite.

JOHN: that guy molts like it's going out of style.

JADE: oh...

JADE: heh

JADE: yeah

JOHN: where is he anyway?

JOHN: i specifically told dave sprite several times when my party would start, because i knew he would do this.

JOHN: he's already missed half the movie!

JADE: why do you always call him dave sprite?

JOHN: um... because that's his name?

JOHN: dave sprite.

JADE: no, i mean why do you always say it like that? with the space between words?

JADE: its not dave sprite, its just davesprite

JOHN: what ever.

JOHN: i can't believe he's standing me up on my birthday.

JOHN: maybe he doesn't want to hang out with jaspers?

JOHN: jaspers, i hope you're not going to start chasing him around again when he gets here.

JASPERSPRITE: Hisssss!

JOHN: dude, shut up.

JADE: yeah.... john

JADE: i dont think davesprite is coming tonight

JOHN: aw, man. really?

JOHN: i knew we shouldn't have invited both him and jaspers.

JOHN: that's just party planning BASICS.

JADE: no...

JADE: it has nothing to do with jaspers

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: then why?

JADE: he uh...

JADE: kind of broke up with me

JOHN: what!!!

JOHN: when did that happen?

JADE: a couple days ago

JOHN: no. no way.

JOHN: i cannot accept this!

JADE: john its ok you dont have t...

JOHN: you and dave sprite were like the glue holding everything together on this miserable road trip!

JADE: we were?

JOHN: yes, jade.

JOHN: you were our rock.

JADE: your rock??

JADE: what are you talking about?

JOHN: come on, jade.

JOHN: you and dave sprite were like... an INSTITUTION on this stupid golden battleship.

JADE: we were not an institution!

JADE: you are just saying meaningless things now

JOHN: why did he break up with you?!

JADE: um...

JADE: its complicated

JADE: basically hes just going through a lot of stuff right now

JOHN: stuff??

JOHN: what stuff.

JOHN: jade, we are all going through stuff. you don't see me flying off the handle and breaking up with MY girlfriend.

JADE: do uh...

JADE: you have a girlfriend?

JOHN: that is not the point.

JOHN: the point is that dave sprite is a douche.

JADE: i dont think hes a douche, hes just...

JOHN: no, he's an orange feathery douche.

JOHN: why is he such a basket case? he's like regular dave, but like, aloof enigma edition.

JOHN: maybe it's because he's part bird? i think becoming a bird and a sprite did something weird to him.

JADE: i dont think being a bird ever bothered him

JADE: like i said... its all more complicated than that

JOHN: normal dave was so much more level headed.

JOHN: i have to admit, i spend a lot of time wondering what he and rose are up to.

JADE: me too

JOHN: ehh...

JOHN: maybe it's for the best he broke up with you.

JADE: why?

JOHN: well, what kind of future do you think you would have with him?

JOHN: he's a sprite. like really, what even is a sprite? how long do they live? will he still be around if we win the new game we are allegedly trying to get to?

JADE: i dont know

JOHN: there are a lot of things we don't know.

JOHN: and also...

JOHN: how do things even work if you marry a sprite?

JADE: what do you mean

JOHN: i mean...

JOHN: ok, he has a ghost butt, for one thing.

JADE: uh

JADE: so

JOHN: a GHOST BUTT, jade!

JADE: SO WHAT IF HE HAS A GHOST BUTT!!!!!

JOHN: i'm just saying...

JADE: WHATEVER YOURE JUST SAYING, JUST STOP SAYING IT!

JADE: and whatever youre trying to gesture with your hands there, stop doing that too!

JOHN: what? no, i was just...

JADE: nope!!! totally not talking about this

JOHN: but

JADE: put your hands down john

JOHN: ok, fine.

JADE: thats not down, thats up!

JADE: oh well, at least youre not making those unsettling gestures...

JADE: john...

JADE: what are you doing?

JOHN: nothing!

JADE: i hope youre not entertaining some awkward train of thought about, uh...

JOHN: no!!!

JADE: what is with you??

JADE: today is your birthday, youre supposed to be having fun!

JADE: but youve been so testy, as if youre committed to not having a good time

JOHN: well, maybe i'm just getting a little tired of being stuck on this lame boat!

JOHN: don't you think it's gotten kind of old?

JADE: yeah, i can see how you might find it a little slow here

JADE: i dunno, i havent minded much... maybe its different for me though because i used to live all alone?

JOHN: oh sure, i'm sure it's GREAT for you. you get to spend your days smooching and breaking up with dave sprite and what not, and you can shrink down to any old planet you feel like, any time. whereas i have to make this whole big deal of ASKING you to shrink or unshrink me, and...

JADE: but i dont mind doing that any time!!!

JOHN: i know, but you think i want to bug you about that at the drop of a hat? when you're busy and on dates and stuff? i just happen to have respect for something called PERSONAL BOUNDARIES, jade.

JOHN: and it's not like there's really anyone else to talk to, except the inscrutable chess people and a bunch of brainless consorts and an idiot cat princess. oh and also nanna, but i mean, she's my grandmother, and she's great, but a guy can only spend so much quality time with his grandmother before he starts to feel like kind of a loser whose friends are too busy to spend time with him!

JADE: john... if you told me this earlier i would have...

JOHN: and i still never visit any interesting dream bubbles, and we can't even finish our cool planet quests because the moment we broke through the window all our denizens decided to go back to sleep, and...

JOHN: i guess what i'm saying is, i'm MORE than ready to get to the other window and meet our friends and other new people and stuff.

JOHN: are you sure you can't make the ship go faster???

JADE: were already going as fast as i can make us go

JOHN: and how fast is that again?

JADE: about the speed of light!

JOHN: well, can't you use your space powers and bump it up a notch?

JADE: no! nothing can go faster than light john

JADE: unless you teleport of course

JOHN: and why can't you teleport us again?

JADE: i already explained this! i cant do that here, its not within the domain of the green sun which gives me those powers!

JOHN: is that why we can't go faster than light either?

JADE: no thats just a regular law of physics!!! jeez

JOHN: ok, i mean, i know that. but this isn't really a regular place, right?

JOHN: isn't the speed of light like a thousand miles a second? so what does that really mean here? are miles and seconds the same here as on earth? how does this nonsense dimension we're racing through jive with all the relativity mumbo jumbo?

JADE: ok first of all, thats not even close to the speed of light

JADE: light travels at a hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second no matter what frame of reference youre in... even this one!

JADE: second of all special relativity and comparing laws of physics between different frames of reference, those are tricky issues to talk about!

JADE: but id be more than happy to talk about them if youd like. actually i would enjoy that because i never really get to talk about science wi...

JOHN: no, i don't want to talk about physics! i don't know anything about the laws of physics, because they are hard and boring.

JOHN: i simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! is that really asking too much?

JADE: yes as a matter of fact it is!

JOHN: well, guess what? SCIENCE IS STUPID BULLSHIT!!!

JADE: you take that back!!!!!

JOHN: no.

JOHN: magic is awesome.

JOHN: science blows.

JOHN: the end.

JADE: john.....

JADE: what is that?

JOHN: what?

JADE: under your hood...

JADE: looks like a piece of paper stuck to your back?

JOHN: huh?

JOHN: oh god dammit.

JOHN: STRIIIIIIDEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!

JOHN: THAT BASTARD!!!

JADE: what?

JOHN: THIS IS TOTALLY OUTRAGEOUS.

JADE: what is it??

JOHN: I WILL TELL YOU WHAT IT IS.

JOHN: IT IS THE LAST FUCKING STRAW!!!

JOHN: RAAARARRAAUUUAAAAUUAGHGHGGHGGGGHHGH!

JADE: where are you going?

JOHN: I'M GOING TO GO KICK HIS ASS!

JADE: what! john, no...

JOHN: POSING AS MY DEAD FATHER BY MIMICKING ONE OF HIS GREAT FATHERLY NOTES HE USED TO HIDE AROUND THE HOUSE???

JOHN: AND ON THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY HE WAS SLAIN BY JACK NOIR, A *FACT* OF WHICH THAT CHEEKY ORANGE ASSHOLE IS PLAINLY AWARE??????

JOHN: THIS IS A NEW LOW, EVEN FOR DAVE SPRITE!

JADE: ok yes, that practical joke is in poor taste, but you should try to calm down and...

JOHN: NO, SCREW THAT, I AM SUPER PISSED OFF ABOUT THIS!

JOHN: THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO SETTLE THIS, AND THAT IS WITH AN OLD FASHIONED BEATDOWN.

JOHN: WHERE'S MY HAMMER!!!!!

JADE: um

JADE: which one?

JOHN: ANY OLD HAMMER!

JOHN: WHATEVER. IT COULD BE A HAMMER FROM THE BARGAIN BIN OF A HARDWARE STORE FOR ALL I CARE.

JOHN: JUST GIVE ME ANYTHING THAT'S FIT FOR CLOBBERING A GHOST BOTTOMED DICK FACE WHO'S ALSO A BIRD.

JADE: sigh

JOHN: I'M COMING FOR YOU, DAVE SPRITE!

JOHN: DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU MAGICAL SON OF A BITCH? I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!

JOHN: THAT STUNT WASN'T COOL! *YOU'RE* NOT COOL!

JOHN: LIKE IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH YOU DUMPED JADE FOR NO REASON. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!

JOHN: YOU AND JADE WERE OUR ROCK ON THIS SHIP! YOU HEAR ME?? OUR ROOOOOOOOCK!!!

JADE: :|

JOHN: AND NOW *THIS* BULLSHIT??? WHAT THE HELL, MAN.

JOHN: I DON'T GO AROUND LEAVING FAKE PUZZLES FOR YOU LIKE FROM THE MOVIE SAW, DO I? HAVE YOU EVER HEARD ME SAY I WANT TO PLAY A GAME EVEN *ONCE*?? WELL, HAVE YOU????

JOHN: NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD STIR UP PAINFUL MEMORIES OF A DEARLY DEPARTED LOVED ONE, AND THEREFORE WOULD BE UNBELIEVABLY SHITTY OF ME!!!!!!!!

JOHN: HEY! I SEE YOU THERE!

JOHN: GET DOWN FROM THERE RIGHT NOW, WISE GUY!

JOHN: OH NO, DON'T PLAY DUMB. I CAN SEE YOU PLAIN AS DAY. I'M ON TO YOU, BUDDY.

JOHN: STOP VAGUELY WATERMARKING THE SKY WITH YOUR SMUG DOUCHEY FACE THIS INSTANT AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!!!

JOHN: YEAH SURE, LAUGH IT UP! THAT MAKES YOU SEEM LIKE WAY LESS OF A TOOL. NICE GOING BRO!

JOHN: EVERYONE ON THIS BOAT IS SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT! WHY DON'T YOU JUST FLY AWAY AND LEAVE US ALONE?

JOHN: HOW CAN YOU BE SO MUCH MORE OF A PRICK THAN THE REAL DAVE? YOU ARE THE MOST PISS POOR SUBSTITUTE FOR A BEST FRIEND A GUY EVER HAD.

JOHN: I CAN'T *WAIT* TO MEET UP WITH THE REAL DAVE AGAIN. THAT WAY WE CAN ALL GO BACK TO THE AWESOME STATUS QUO OF PRETENDING YOU NEVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!

JADE: john...

JADE: theres no one there

JOHN: oh he's THERE alright.

JOHN: he's probably just using some sprite magic so only i can see him.

JOHN: don't you see, jade? he's antagonizing ME PERSONALLY, not you. he's done with you, remember?

JOHN: he already used you like a rented mule, and now he is moving on to greener pastures.

JADE: what pastures

JOHN: it's me.

JOHN: I'M the pastures.

JOHN: and now his mule is grazing all over them, while he has a good laugh.

JADE: what

JADE: wasnt i supposed to be the mule?

JADE: i dont think i understand your analogy

JOHN: no, you see, it's...

JOHN: the mule represented, like...

JOHN: i don't know, like the spirit animal of his douchey ways. or something.

JADE: ....

JOHN: augh, WHO CAAARES.

JOHN: who cares about mules, or pastures, or dave sprite's stupid ephemeral sky visage.

JOHN: who cares about anything!!!

JOHN: who cares about my birthday, or nic cage, or this boat full of idiots.

JOHN: JUST.

JOHN: WHO.

JOHN: CARES.

JADE: john i think youre officially throwing a tantrum here

JADE: ...

JADE: john?

JADE: john...

JADE: are you asleep?

JADE: please dont tell me you just fell asleep in your driveway

[finniestoncrane]

hi!! I was wondering if I could have no.9 or whichever one the character paring is.

So about me..

Im a young adult, 5’6. I have red hair, like naturally, I have green eyes and I’m horrendously pale. I have a lotta freckles and I love to wear makeup, especially stuff that’s really big and that pops.

I love to cook, even though I’m not very experienced at it I love to make food people like and enjoy. I also like to write, which is one of my major hobbies, but I draw occasionally. (Not very good at it).

I love to collect action figures and comic books, it’s been something about me since I was a child. I am a tiny bit of a nerd in that sense. (To be fair I’m on tumblr so ahhaha). Something about me that I can’t really leave out because it’s a huge part in my life is that I love Alice in Wonderland, like any form of media inspired by it, or the book itself. I have read it time and time again, it’s a comfort thing for me and it inspires a lot of my life. Other stuff that I like usually stems off of that, like my favorite animals are rabbits and mice. I love American McGees Alice series, I don’t know it was just a huge foundation of my person and is incredibly important to me.

Sorry this was a bit long on so so sorry finnie <3 happy 1K

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: i swear i did think this from the beginning and not just when you hit out with alice in wonderland lmao 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

so looks wise you sound very sweet and soft, easy for him to fall for at first glance. yeah you might not be blonde, but he's not as obsessed with the canon details as other hatters so it works for him

bright makeup made me automatically think of what a good assistant you'd be on stage with him when he's doing his little hypnotism shows, both of you covered in glitter and smiling at each other from different sides of the stage

he can make tea, you can cook pies, it's a match made in heaven or... wonderland... so cheesy i am so sorry

writing and art would be so important to him, it would make his day to sit down and create stories with you and let you illustrate them for him, a nice and healthy way to live out a fantasy life that doubles as a bonding experience

yeah we're all nerds here (haha managed to squeeze in another reference) and i think it's important to him that he encourages people to embrace their passions, even if they seem nerdy to other people, so he'd definitely be buying you action figures and comics as gifts for every occasion

ok so this is where it really matches lmao the standard mad hatter obsession with alice in wonderland. although for gotham hatter, i think the american mcgee's alice vibes match him more. it might be his gritty, darker appearance but it just suits him aesthetically, so he'd be fascinated to learn more about it from you

rabbits and mice aplenty by the way, he's such a soft boy, it's hard to imagine him not being kind to the smallest of animals and treating them with exceptional care

[coffyao]

..𝔒𝔥? 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢? | 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔨

Summary:

Football was a thorn to your existence; Nothing special. Nothing exciting to watch. Then you watched Oliver Aiku, a natural-football genius, take the thing that you despised the most into something more of an acquired art form.

This, in turn, leads to an infatuation that you are not sure if it crosses into obsession over his football- or obsession over him. Which is it?

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"..Your a fan?"

"Yeah, I think your a really good defender and, to be honest, your kinda underrated... you know? haha."

"Ah right,  I really appreciate it. Thanks. Just.. give me your paper, here.."

"Wait.."

You scribbled numbers on your notepad and gave it to him.

"Okay.. Oliver... Aiku... uh.. hey."

"..Yeah?"

"I don't date fans."

"Oh.. no I just wanted to- uh..."

" Look, yeah, I know what your trying to do. I just don't have time for it."

"Oh.. I just.. really admire you.. and..no i just.."

"Thats great, and im glad you admire me. Im grateful even, but.. im just not interested."

"Thats not it-"

He patted your shoulder, a whiff of Creed aventus reaching your nostrils.

He slowly grins at you, gazing at you with a tired expression.

"But I'm sure you will find someone you like."

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You never used to be a football fan...in fact, it was your parents that were truly into the whole kicking the ball into the goal rubbish.

You remembered being an adolescent, the rancid smell of cheesy nachos,  wet hotdogs, and human sweat filling the stadium, feeling physically sick at the millions of stinky people gathering to see equally stinky players.

Its not like you had a choice either since they enthusiastically talked about how you were going to be exhilarated at the ambiance of screaming football fans, and seeing some 'fine' sportsmanship.

But...

'this' is what you were supposed to be excited about?

You might have been a child, but you knew yourself well, and you knew very, very well that this wasn't meant for you.

Too noisy. Too boring.  Too long.

"Mum, dad i wanna go home."  patting both of their arms.

They didn't look at you, so you repeated again, "Mom, dad-"

But there was no use, they were hypnotized, pupils enlarged and entranced by this sight that they call football.

Football.

What was so special about football?

What made people gravitate to this mundane sport? it was nothing spectacular to see.

To adolescent you.. it was a bother. A hindrance, to what you would have rather done.

So.. after a  few hesitant years of going to these matches, you expressed to your parents one day, "I don't wanna go to football matches any more."

It was extremely sunny that day, temperatures transgressing to at least 30 degrees.

"But why?"

"Because I hate it."

Your mom heavily gasped out, while your dad remained stone-faced.

"..i rather do something else.. with my time."

You weren't scared of them but at the same time, not gaining their approval made you uncomfortable.

Talking about what you disliked and liked didn't come naturally, seeking to people-please instead, not to offend, not to hurt.

This was a first for you, temporarily feeling proud of yourself, but quickly feeling increasingly tense as you waited for your parent's reply.

A throat was cleared, making the ice melt immediately.

Your dad wrapped you around in a tight hug, and spoke,

"..I had a feeling you didn't like going with us.. but i didn't listen to my gut. "

Your mom spoke as well, "I'm shocked..  but you really should have told us earlier sweetheart. We would of never.. you know took you if you didn't like it."

..And that was that.

they soon left, air conditioner turned to a maximum while enjoying a cool, ice cream bar.

No more football, no more boring, no more noisy. This was great.

After more years have passed, it was your last year of college, and you were at home, chilling out with one of your best friends.

You took a salty chip and popped it into your mouth, enjoying the prospect of one day moving out to your dream uni.

Your friend kneeled down to their knees, staring at you with puppy eyes.

You said, "What?"

"Look, im sorry im sorry.. I know you don't like it.. but can we..?"

"Ugh.. why? I told you i don't like that stupid sport."

"Yeah but.. look I promise you, this time around, YOU are going to enjoy it."

"..And how?"

"Because... don't worry. You SHALL see."

They took the remote from your hand and clicked to the football channel.

"Hey- I didn't say-"

"Looklooklooklookkkk! There he is!"

"Who?"

"JUST- LOOK."

Your eyes focused on the television screen, scanning for whatever the fuck your friend was going on about.

You lean your body, and the screen cuts to a guy kicking the football across the field, a sharp grin spread along his face as he did it.

Your friend jumped up on the sofa, hands clapping together.

" OH MYY GOD ITS OLIVER AIKUUUUUUUU! DID YOU SEE IT, DID YOU SEE IT?"

"Y-yeah.. Uh.. is this who..?-"

"YESS, YESS, HES LIKE, HES LIKE..  UGH SO BASICIALLY- HES THE  NEW CAPTAIN OF THE JAPAN U-20 TEAM-"

"Okay.. calm down-"

"YOUR NOT GETTING IT THOUGH, JUST LOOK AT HIM!"

You raised your eyebrow and took another glance at him.

His hair was shaggy, with green ends, had different colored...

"...Oh. He has heterochromia. "

"OH MY-"

They stood up, throwing their arms up while making a disgruntled expression.

"OKAY- Okay. Yeah OBVIOUSLY, but what else do you notice about him?"

"Ugh.. this is tiring.. okay."

Your eyes traveled down to his face for a few seconds, lips curling at his quite noticeable scruff.

You looked back at your friend, noticeably making a wide grin.

"..SEE? Your smiling. You liked that he had a bit of scruff going on huh-"

You took your velvet pillow and threw it at their face.

"Ah- shut up."

"He's good-looking, right?", pillow already off and scooched up right next to your personal space.

"Yeah. I guess so."

"He's like.. one of those older guys in those usual guy friend groups that you just can't help but have a crush on. Even the way he smiles-"

So you admitted it, he was attractive. But so are a lot of guys. It didn't mean that he was special.

But..

You did like the fact that he was older. That he was also a captain, so he was like an authoritative figure in a way..

....

Not in that kind of way.

That was your friend's dirty mind speaking.. not yours.. not yours.. okay. Maybe part of it was yours.

But that was as far as the interest went.. until you browsed on the internet and searched him up. You wanted to see why the country was obsessed with this guy..

So, when your parents eventually went to sleep, you browsed on Videotube, watching football matches of Japan-U20.  

The other players were extremely talented in their own way.. but in an unusual sense, you always felt drawn to how Oliver played.

His speed, his ability to swiftly take the ball, his quick reaction.. it was like watching someone who was constantly in their flow. Their zone, as footballers would call it.

This habit of watching a video once a week, became a daily thing, watching a match on the way to college, a match when you got home and a match whilst the lights were off.

You told yourself you still didn't like football.. this was.. simply a taster. Giving it another chance.  You just enjoyed the way they maneuvered the ball, that was it.

In fact, you wanted to give it a chance so much, that you even booked a ticket to watch next week's match, Japan-20 vs Blue Lock.

You were going to see... Oliver in person. his unique play, and his memorable lazy smirk,  you already captured it all in your head.

This wasn't a crush or anything.. it was infatuation over his skills.. at least, in a logical sense at the time.

Next week came in a flash, announcements of the big event making gossip at college, and gossip throughout the streets of Japan.

You wore a basic T-shirt, with denim shorts and trainers. A low-key look that didn't make you stand too much, and a look that averted the eyes of your football-obsessed parents.

You planned everything ahead, making sure that your seat was the furthest away from them, floppy hat packed away in your backpack, ensuring a cover just in case they looked your way.

Before you left the house, you told them, "Hey, I'm going to meet my friend at the park." an excuse that you were hoping wouldn't invite any intruding questions, and luckily it didn't.

You arrived at the stadium an hour early, finding yourself at the back seat watching, snacks bought with you to avoid buying the usual ridiculously pricey food.

"This is boring." You mumbled, opting to go on your phone, waiting for the drills and marching band to end.

Sudden loud chants of "Japan-20!" broke your concentration, realization that the game you were anticipating, was starting.

The teams came out 1 by 1, Blue lock eleven earning mixed receptions of boos and rejoicing, and japan reaching maximum and enthusiastic cheer.

You started to remember why you hated football in the first place.. until you saw Oliver coming out.

It was as if the spotlight was shining on him, handwaves at the audience and a toothy smirk all too uncomfortably familiar.

an unknown emotion was arising.

"Oh my god.. it's him.. oh my god.."  A sentence that you were meant to keep in the abyss of your mind.  

As your mind watched him in the way his quick reflexes would catch the ball, to his brutal shutdown of the other team, made the emotion more unclear than ever.

His swift agility to be able to steal the ball was like watching a peregrine falcon reaching its target, sharp claws wrapping all over its body, and diving up in the air to prevent other birds from catching it.

His aggressive yet calm play was paradoxically satisfying, seeing him change in between personas of taking the ball vigorously, and passing it like it was a feather.

This was the real thing and it was so much better seeing such a delicious luxury in person.

As the match started coming to a close,  a close 3-3 between the two teams,  you jumped from your seat,  shouting as loud as you can shout, "You can do it, Oliver!"

Fists raised in the air, momentarily forgetting that your parents could be in that audience.

A part of you hoped cheering would earn you acknowledgment from him but all it earned you were awkward stares and the increased likelihood that you would be caught.

Quickly realizing this, you took out your sun hat and stuffed it on your head, hoping the eyes on you would go away.

You looked back at the match, loud announcements already declaring that blue lock won.

Even though the loud uproars of the audience helped recoup some of your pride back, you couldn't help but feel a little hurt that Oliver didn't notice your words of encouragement.

But that is to be expected, you are only just a fan after all.

Your just a...

"Hey, I don't know who cheered for me and whatnot, but whoever you are, I really appreciate you~!"

It was his voice. He kept yelling on the microphone.

"Just make sure to cheer for the rest of my team next time, because after all, I'm not the only one who gave it my all today! Thank you!"

He gave a thumbs-up and went to his team.

It was surreal. Oliver Aiku. The one and only gave you acknowledgment.

Happy was an understatement, you felt.. like a zoo animal coming out of its cage for the first time.

Ultimate bliss.

You were going to meet Oliver Aiku no matter what,  whether it be now, or in a fan greeting. You just had to, it wasn't a superficial crush, it was more admirable than that, it was adoration, appreciation over his craft.

It's completely different.

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Although this rejection was expected, you felt this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

You articulated it all wrong, you wanted to say that you enjoyed his football, that this wasn't because you liked him but that you liked his art.

You wanted to say...

"Look, my teammates are waiting for me.. uh....actually are you the one who cheered me on earlier?"

"Y-yeah i.. did. Look.. i don't want to date you.. I wanted to say.. I want to keep watching you."

"Oh aha gotcha.. wait.. you wanna keep watching me?"

"I... don't like you. I like.. the way you play football.  So much so.. that... I have to keep seeing it."

He rubs his chin in thought.

"..Interestin. very interestin. I've never heard such a peculiar response before. Hm. So then I'm guessing your just a football pervert, huh?"

"What...? No...! I..just..watching you.. has made me realize.. that.. uh.. football isn't that bad after all."

"Oh. right. So what ur saying is, you used to hate football, but watching me has got your head out ur ass and made you like it. Now.. where have I heard that before..?-"

"Oh for fu- no you egotistical clown! if you think im into you, then i think u need ur head out ur ass. Im into.. your football. I have a crush.. yes.. but on the way, you play. That is why.. but i think i made a stupid mistake-"

He puts his hands up, making his usual sarcastic smirk.

"Woah okay, okay calm yourself. haha. Your really easy to rile up....alright.  fine, I'll bite the bait. You wanna know when I'm next playing right?"

"...."

"Well i mean.. after that long-ass match.. ill be taking a deserved break. But.. i might play.. sometime next week. Just for fun, of course. I'll let ya know. In the meantime.. what should i call you?"

"Y/N."

"Cool. so... perverted football weirdo. Gotcha."

" you- and I'll call you... dumbass jerk."

He pats your back heartily while laughing.

"Okay! Dumbass jerk it is! I'll see you later, PFW."

He walks off, jumping into the football bus.

As you watch it leave in a surge of smoke, you can't help but think this isn't what your expectations were at all.

"Perverted football weirdo huh.."

....

"Fucking asshole."

Even though admittedly, you found this a lot more entertaining than you first thought.

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Thank you for reading chapter, "1."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for the next one!

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