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supernaturalscribe67 · 1 year ago

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Sucker

Words: 6,602

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Gabriel x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, Language (had to tell Dean to shut the fuck up a couple times), brotherly bickering

Summary: The reader is introduced to Gabriel, the famous trickster/archangel, for the first time, much to his brothers' dismay. What the reader didn't expect from their first meeting was to meet a rather handsome man with smooth talk to match. What happens when he starts to get feelings for the person that annoys Sam and Dean the most?

Request:

Do you write for Gabriel as well? If so, could you write something about maybe the reader being Dean and Sam's younger brother (the relationship was really cute in "aginst the grain" and "lucky", i'd also love ftm reader, but it's up to you if you want to make it specific or not) and Gabriel finally meets him, making the other two go kinda protective over that, it's Gabriel after all, he has messed with them a lot in the past. They'd probably go especially uneasy if Gabriel gets kinda flirty or if so does the reader.

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A/N: Someone take my computer away from me. Once I start writing, I can't stop. This wasn't supposed to be that long but holy Hell, I guess it's this long. I hope I did your request justice and I hope I wrote Gabriel well! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

~ Much Love!

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(Y/N) loved having the first shower after a hunt.

The water was always hot, the perfect relaxer for his muscles that would undoubtedly ache the next day. Despite how long he had been hunting, certain aspects of the job made him feel like a rookie. Salt and burns were one example. That night, he had been tasked with helping Dean dig out the grave while Sam kept an eye out for security and any apparitions that would make a surprise appearance. For the first thirty minutes of digging the hole, he felt alive, like a rush of adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Perhaps the idea of committing a crime was to blame for that. Near the half-hour mark, he could feel the muscles in his arms beginning to strain, but the job had to be completed.

It took two hours to dig four feet to the coffin - he cursed the dry Southern weather for making the dirt so coarse - and by the end of it, his arms fell limp and weak at his sides. His legs felt some irritation from pushing the shovel into the ground, but they weren’t nearly as affected as his upper arms. He sent a silent prayer to whoever might be listening that the next hunt didn’t involve as much manual labor. If they did run into a ghost, he at least hoped the ghost held an attachment to an object that they could easily burn. Gravedigging was the last thing he wanted to think about.

He showered for forty-five minutes, longer than he had anticipated, but the water had placed him in an exhausted trance. Truth be told, he could have fallen asleep under the shower spray. He just hoped the cheap motel held enough warm water in their tanks for his brothers to experience some relaxation.

Motel towels were always scratchy on the surface of his skin. It was annoying, but there was some relief in knowing that the rough texture would guarantee a more thorough cleaning. Despite the cheap body wash he always snagged from the local dollar store, he never felt dirty leaving a motel bathroom. Once his body was dried, he put on his boxers and an oversized t-shirt, thankful for Walmart’s wide variety of sizes so he could conceal his chest. He placed both hands on either side of the sink, staring into the steam-covered mirror. He reached up, drew a small smiley face in the center of it, and watched as the eyes and mouth dripped. The warmth of the small room was comforting, and he was finding it difficult to leave.

A loud knock rapped on the door. “You gonna spend any more time in there? If I take a cold shower, I swear to God,” Dean’s voice came in muffled through the wooden door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t get your pretty silk panties in a twist,” he grumbled, and he could practically feel his brother’s eye roll through the door.

A sigh passed his lips as he looked at the smiley face he had drawn, which looked as if it had melted away in the hot sun. He reached a hand up and wiped the remnants of the picture away. As he retracted his hand, he could see his reflection in the opaque glass. Dark circles had begun to form under his eyes, a side effect from hunting. The endless, restless nights seemed to be getting to him and aged him more than he would have liked. He groaned as he straightened up, brought a hand up to his face, and ran his fingers over his eyes, nose, and cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, instead of staring into a reflection that mirrored his presence, to his left, behind his shoulder, stood a man. Time froze. A playful smirk appeared on the man’s lips. He was short - compared to Sam and Dean, at least - with dark brown hair swept back neatly against his head. Stubble was placed along his jaw, chin, and upper lip. His sideburns were shaped with a slight point on the end of them, facing outward. He had a button-up shirt on, the top two buttons were undone to expose a small puff of his chest hair, and a dark green jacket.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as he stared at the man in the mirror. The air became heavy. He could feel his presence behind him, but he wouldn’t dare turn around.

“So, you’re the famous baby Winchester?” The man raised a brow.

His voice startled (Y/N). He turned around quickly and came face to face with the stranger.

“I’m a little surprised,” the man scratched his head. “I would have thought that you would look, you know, more like your brothers.”

(Y/N) could feel his heart pounding in his chest as if it was trying to escape. The fear bubbled inside of his gut. He had no weapons on him, yet the man didn’t seem like a threat. Nonetheless, there was a strange man in the motel bathroom with him. One who just appeared out of thin air. That was cause enough for alarm. His eyes glanced towards the closed bathroom door.

The man looked at the door and then back at (Y/N). “Oh, please don’t scream.”

“Sam! Dean!” (Y/N) shouted as he rushed to the door.

The man groaned and rubbed his temples. In the same instant that (Y/N) got the door open, the man vanished. (Y/N) stumbled out of the bathroom and into his eldest brother’s arms. Dean staggered, his back pressed against the wall. Sam stood next to them, a look of worry crossing his face.

“What happened? What happened?” Dean asked with alarm in his voice.

“There’s a guy! He-he,” (Y/N) turned to look behind him, a hand lifted to point in the direction of the bathroom, but stopped himself from talking once he saw that the man was gone.

Dean looked into the bathroom, brows furrowed. He and Sam stepped away from (Y/N) and toward the open door. Dean glanced inside, checking behind the door and in the shower. Dean threw his hands up.

“What guy?” He asked. “There’s no guy here, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Dean placed his hand over his chest as he walked out of the bathroom.

“There was a guy! He just appeared behind me!” (Y/N) said.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Sam asked, doing a sweep of the bathroom from the doorway. “It doesn’t look like anyone besides you has been in here. There aren’t any windows, so no one could have gotten in. Are you sure you’re not just tired?”

“I saw him!”

“Sure you did, kid,” Dean walked up to him and clapped his shoulder. “Maybe you should lay off the horror movies for a while.”

“Now, that’s not very nice, Dean-O. No need to tease him like that,” the voice appeared in the center of the room.

All heads turned toward the sound of the voice. The man, who had been in the bathroom with (Y/N), stood in the center of the room. The playful smirk that had been on his face earlier was ever-present. (Y/N) grabbed Dean’s arm and moved closer to him. He pointed frantically at the stranger.

“That’s him! He was in the bathroom!”

Sam furrowed his brows. “Gabriel?”

Gabriel raised his arms in a presentation-type pose. “The one and only.”

“What the Hell are you doing here?” Dean asked, his tone more irritated than anything.

“Gabriel? As in, the archangel Gabriel?” (Y/N) asked his tense shoulders slouching as his body relaxed.

“Again: the one and only,” Gabriel smiled. “And, to answer your question, Dean, a little birdy told me that you were in town, so I figured I would stop by, and see my favorite Winchesters. Heard the youngest was here, and I thought it was about time we met. Although, I heard that you had a younger sister. Must’ve been a mistake.”

“Yeah, that’s a mistake alright.” Dean placed his hands on his hips. “Alright, you came in, you saw us, now can you please leave?”

“Woah, woah, what happened to hospitality? Why don’t you introduce me to your brother, here?” Gabriel sauntered over towards the three of them.

“No, now get out.”

“Not until an introduction is made.”

“Gabriel, we just got off of a hunt. We need some rest, now can you please leave?” Sam crossed his arms.

“Come on, guys, it’ll get him out of here so we can go to sleep,” (Y/N) mumbled before he turned to Gabriel. He held out a hand. “(Y/N) Winchester,”

“(Y/N),” he said the name as if testing it on his tongue. He reached out, grasped (Y/N)’s hand gently in his own, brought it up to his lips, and gave a small kiss on the back of it. “Gabriel. Nice to finally meet you.”

(Y/N) raised his brows, his cheeks heating up with blush. Dean rolled his eyes and swatted Gabriel’s hand away from (Y/N).

“Alright, alright, none of that,” Dean grumbled, sending a death glare toward Gabriel. “You know his name, now get out.”

Gabriel ignored him, his eyes stuck on (Y/N). “So, (Y/N), aside from being good-looking, what do you do in your free time?”

Dean and Sam both groaned and rolled their eyes, shaking their heads. (Y/N) felt his chest warm up the same as his face. He glanced down and fiddled with his fingers. Gabriel licked his lips, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk.

“Cat got your tongue?” He questioned.

“Well, I’m trying to think of something to say, but all I can think about is how cute you are.”

Gabriel looked at him, amused shock crossing his face. He straightened up for a minute, but, before he could say anything, Dean held his hands up.

“That’s enough,” Dean interjected, glancing at (Y/N) and then at Gabriel. “Leave.”

“But I’m having such a nice conversation,”

“Gabriel,” Sam spoke up, moving between (Y/N) and Gabriel, towering over him. His voice was low, intimidating. “Go.”

Gabriel raised his hands in mock surrender. He snapped his fingers and disappeared in front of the brothers. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave,” Gabriel’s voice came from behind the trio.

They all turned around. Gabriel stood right before (Y/N), eyes attached to him. He reached behind his back for a brief moment and pulled it back around. In his hand was a red rose with a short stem, free of prickles. He held it out.

“A parting gift, for you.”

(Y/N) hesitantly took him, a small smile on his face. “Thank you,”

Gabriel shrugged. “I know it’s not as beautiful as you, but it’s the best I can do for now.”

“Gabriel,” Dean warned.

“I’m going, I’m going.” Gabriel shook his head. “I hope to see you again soon, sweetheart,” He pointed at (Y/N).

“We’ll see.”

Gabriel winked before he snapped his fingers and disappeared from the room.

The room was quiet aside from the faint humming of the cheap air conditioner. (Y/N) studied the rose that Gabriel had given him. It appeared freshly in bloom, the red petals curled at the ends, the floral scent evident even from a distance. The stem was slightly wet from being cut. (Y/N) brought the flower to his nose and inhaled the intoxicating smell as he turned around to face his brothers. When he looked up, he immediately noticed the ‘if looks could kill’ gaze in their eyes.

“What?” (Y/N) asked and shrugged.

“Really?” Sam asked.

“What?”

“You know,” Dean began. “I’ve stopped butting in when you flirt with someone at a bar, or when you want to take someone back to a motel. I’ve learned to shut my mouth. But Gabriel?”

“Geez, you two are acting like I’ve slept with him.” (Y/N) scoffed, brushing past them as he walked toward his bed.

“Ooo, all I can think about is how cute you are,” Dean mocked.

“Will you shut up!?”

“He’s an archangel, (Y/N).” Sam nodded. “And you see no problem with flirting with him?”

“What? I can’t flirt with who I want now? It’s not like he’s a bad guy…technically.”

Dean sighed. “He’s off limits, (Y/N).”

“I’m an adult, Dean! I can flirt with whoever I want.”

“Not an angel! I mean…come on. Don’t you remember what he did to us? To Sammy and me?”

“Look, Dean, I get it, trust me, but it was just some comments, okay? Like I said, it’s not like I hooked up with him or anything. He just flirted with me so I flirted back. Took a page out of my Dean Winchester book of flirting.” (Y/N) walked over to the bed and sat down on the side of it. “You don’t have to worry about him, okay? Now, why don’t you guys just take your showers so we can go to bed and head out in the morning.”

Dean opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. He let out a huff as he turned to look at Sam. They stared at each other, but said nothing, as if they were talking to one another telepathically. Finally, Dean shook his head.

“Fine, but I get the next shower,” Dean mumbled as he sauntered over to the duffel bag that sat beside the queen-sized bed opposite (Y/N).

“Dean, I called the next shower,” Sam frowned.

“Too bad, can’t get next shower if I get there first,”

Sam glanced at the door to the bathroom, his duffel bag which sat at the table, and then Dean. Dean grabbed his night clothes from his bag and began to make his way over to the bathroom. Quickly, Sam rushed to the bathroom. Dean picked up his speed and the two of them wrestled in the doorway for a moment, mumbling to one another. Sam eventually pushed Dean out of the way and slammed the door shut, the cheap wood vibrating against the frame. Dean growled.

“How the Hell are you going to get out of there without your clothes, bitch?” He called through the door.

“I’ll figure it out, jerk,” Sam’s muffled voice replied.

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes before he sauntered over to his bed and slouched on the edge of it. “Can you believe him?” He gestured to the door dramatically.

(Y/N) snorted. “I think you’re both idiots,” he reached down and pulled the comforter away from his body, pushing his legs underneath. “Now hush while I get some sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, goodnight,” Dean grumbled.

“Goodnight, Dean,”

*~*

The rumble of the Impala’s engine was silenced over the deafening sound of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven”. Dean sang in an off-key tune as he drove, Sam tried to ignore him in the passenger’s seat, and (Y/N) blocked everything out, deep in thought as he leaned against the back passenger’s window. He was staring off into the distance, at the long line of trees and bushes they passed, but none of it registered. His mind was elsewhere.

He was thinking about Gabriel.

It had been a week since their interaction, and, for the life of him, he couldn’t keep the angel out of his mind. He never had someone who showed as much interest in him as Gabriel, and (Y/N) hadn’t lied. Gabriel was pretty cute. Was it the way the smirk seemed permanently etched on his lips? Perhaps the way his flirtatious remarks flowed out as smoothly as they did. Maybe it was in the look in his eye when he asked to see him again.

Regardless, there seemed to be nothing that could take Gabriel off of his mind.

“(Y/N)!” Dean’s boisterous voice echoed through the car.

(Y/N) jerked his head up to look at his brother in the rearview mirror. He hadn’t even noticed the music had been turned down, now softly playing in the background.

“What?”

“Man, I’ve called your name about ten times. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, just…thinking.”

“Yeah, I know that takes a lot out of you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” (Y/N) scrunched his nose as he reached over and lightly kicked the back of Dean’s seat.

“Hey! Be nice to Baby! She didn’t do anything to you.”

“Yeah, well, she was caught in the crossfire.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Sam’s pretty sure we have another ghost case.”

(Y/N) groaned. “Another one?”

“Yeah, just a simple salt and burn.” Sam shrugged his shoulders. “Apparently this young couple, who just bought their house, has been reporting paranormal activity at their place. The husband’s mother even came to stay with them for a little while and, while she was there, she claimed that someone pushed her down the stairs when she was going to do laundry in the basement.”

“So? Her son tried to kill her to get the life insurance money. Doesn’t sound like a ghost hunt to me.” (Y/N) said.

“Husband was at work, and so was the wife. They even have alibis and security footage to prove it.”

“Okay, so then the mother’s old and cryptic and just fell down the stairs. Old people fall down the stairs every day, that’s why Life Alert was invented.”

“She’s forty-two.”

“Jesus, how old is her son?”

“Twenty-one. His wife is twenty. High-school sweethearts according to what the newspaper says.”

“Gross.” There was a pause. “I still don’t think it sounds like our thing. Maybe we should check something else out.”

“You’re not getting out of the salt and burn, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) groaned and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed lazily over his chest. “Fine! But I’m not doing the digging. I’ll be on guard duty.”

“No,” Dean said. “I’m going to be on guard duty this time.”

“Why?” He whined childishly.

“Because I helped dig the grave the last two times. We take shifts, remember?”

(Y/N) shook his head. He placed his elbow on the window sill and put his cheek into the palm of his right hand. His forehead leaned against the glass.

He thought back to Gabriel. The carefree attitude he seemed to have, even with the intimidating act that his brothers put on. He was an archangel, of course. Thinking about it, (Y/N) knew that Gabriel could do anything with them - he had proven that when he forced Sam and Dean into the TV universe - yet he did nothing of the sort, even when Dean had slapped his hand away from (Y/N). He seemed like a good person - angel? - and (Y/N) would be lying if he said he didn’t want to see him again. He knew that if anyone could lighten his mood from the sour situation they were driving to, it would be Gabriel.

An arm slowly snaked its way around (Y/N)’s shoulders. He jumped, eyes wide as he turned his head to the side. Sitting next to him, in the back of the Impala, was Gabriel, the same smirk on his face that was present the first night they met.

“Heard someone needed some company,” Gabriel said.

Dean visibly jerked, his hand turning the wheel of the car violently. The Impala lurched to the side, into the oncoming lane, before he corrected himself and straightened the car out. Everyone shifted in their seats with the movement. Dean slammed on the brakes, the rubber screeching against the road as the car halted. Dean and Sam’s heads whipped around, their eyes wide with surprise. Gabriel was leaning back against the leather seats, legs slightly spread, one arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders while the other rested at his side. (Y/N) could feel his heart pounding in his chest from a mixture of the sudden movement of the car and Gabriel’s touch.

“Woah, Dean-O. Gotta be careful. You’re lucky there’s no traffic,” Gabriel chuckled.

“What the Hell are you doing here?” Dean asked, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

“A little birdy told me he was lonely. A little stressed,” Gabriel turned his head to look at (Y/N). He leaned closer to him. “Miss me already?”

Dean and Sam’s eyes shifted to their brother. (Y/N) felt the familiar heat appear in his cheeks and spread to his ears. Sam furrowed his brows.

“You prayed to him?” He asked.

“N-No! I didn’t!” (Y/N) defended.

“Wrong,” Gabriel hummed. “You know, every time you say my name in that pretty little head of yours, it comes straight to me,” Gabriel reached over and tapped on (Y/N)’s temple gently. “My prayer line has been buzzing nonstop since I last saw you.”

(Y/N)’s cheeks darkened even more. Gabriel had practically outed him to his brothers, completely contradicting what he had told them back at the motel. That they didn’t need to worry about him. That the flirty comments he made was a natural response. Now his brothers know that Gabriel had been on his mind. Now they knew that they had something to worry about.

Dean’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Eventually, he stopped, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, undoubtedly trying to clear his mind. When he opened his eyes, he pointed at his brother.

“You. We’ll talk later.” He turned to Gabriel. “You. Get out.”

“Aw, come on, Dean, let me ride for a little bit. Make your brother feel better,” Gabriel rubbed (Y/N)’s arm.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “No. Get out.” His voice was deep, dark.

Gabriel scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll go. Again.”

“Good,” Dean turned around eyes back to the empty road in front of him. His hands returned to the wheel, clenched tight enough to make his knuckles a ghostly white.

Gabriel glanced at (Y/N) with an apologetic expression before he reached into his pocket. He pulled out his clenched hand and held it towards him. As he opened his hand, (Y/N) could see a small candy heart in the middle of it, colored pink. In the center of the heart Be Mine was printed.

“Another parting gift. A sweetheart for a sweetheart.” Gabriel smirked.

(Y/N) smiled and took the heart. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sugar.”

“Leave Gabriel,” Dean bellowed.

“I’m going, I’m going.” He grumbled. He looked back at (Y/N) and winked. “I’ll see you later.”

He snapped and, once more, he was gone.

(Y/N) glanced down towards the candy. It was one of those cheap candies that you got from Walmart when you wanted to give something out to your classmates for Valentine’s Day. Despite the cheap appearance, the message on it was worth more than anything. It validated any emotions that he had for Gabriel. The mere idea that Gabriel felt the same way as he did made his heart soar, the butterflies swarming inside of his stomach. With a small smile, he closed his hand around the heart and placed his hand in his lap.

It was then that he noticed they hadn’t resumed their drive yet. He looked in the front seat to see both of his brothers staring at them, unamused expressions on their faces. The smile (Y/N) had turned into an awkward grin, his shoulders tensed. Sam and Dean looked at one another and conversed in that telepathic communication that they always do before they wordlessly turned back to the road. Dean glanced one more time in the rear-view mirror, shook his head, and then started down the road again.

(Y/N)’s shoulders slumped and he turned to the window. He placed his elbow on the window sill and his cheek in the palm of his hand.

It was going to be a long night.

*~*

I fucking hate ghosts.

His muscles hurt worse than last time. If he didn’t know any better, he would say his arms felt as if they were going to fall off. His calves ached a bit, but not nearly as bad as his biceps.

The hunt took longer than expected - most of the graves in the cemetery they had gone to were unmarked, souls long since forgotten by the people who had buried them. The records in the cemetery’s office weren’t much help, either. The three of them spent two hours trying to find the grave that belonged to the ghost, two more hours digging up the plot with major pushback from the spirit, and an extra hour attempting to leave the cemetery without getting caught - apparently, grave robbers were a common occurrence in that small Maryland town.

Even the morning after, (Y/N)’s entire body ached and was stiff. It felt like every part of him had been put through a meat grinder. When he moved, his muscles tensed and burned as if he were on the surface of a thousand suns. His brothers felt bad for him, in a way. They could see how hurt he was and decided to let him rest while they went out to get some breakfast, some greasy diner food that all of them, even Sam, desperately needed.

As (Y/N) lay in his bed, still clad in his sleepwear from the night before, to ignore the aches and pain, his mind shifted to a familiar thought; Gabriel.

The same thoughts that had been invading his mind for the past two weeks entered his head seamlessly. The thoughts of Gabriel’s words, his flirtatious tone, the way his hair was swept back, the way the corner of his lips curled into a smirk whenever he would look at him, and the glimmer that danced in his irises. While Gabriel took up most of his mind, another thing that (Y/N) couldn’t get out of his mind was Sam and Dean. He thought about their disapproving gazes, the irritation in their tone as they talked to or about Gabriel, and the shake of their heads when Gabriel finally vanished.

His brothers weren’t shy when it came to their objections. When they had gotten into town for the hunt, Sam and Dean made sure to speak out about the situation. (Y/N) felt as if he was a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Dean was the one that was mostly vocal with Sam taking a back seat and butting in now and then. While (Y/N) could appreciate that his brothers were looking out for him, he stood strong on the fact that he was an adult. He could make his own decisions. Gabriel was an angel. It wasn’t as if he was flirting with a demon. He knew his brothers would have a conniption if it was Crowley instead of Gabriel. Still, (Y/N) was their little brother. He had a feeling that they were going to be protective no matter who he showed interest in.

That wouldn’t stop him from trying to pursue Gabriel, though.

In the two instances they met, Sam and Dean had been in the room with them when they talked, leaving little to no time for them to have an actual conversation or get to know one another. Granted, Gabriel must know more about him than anything, considering the lack of privacy he had in his head. That only gave him more of an incentive to learn everything he could about the archangel.

He had to talk to Gabriel alone.

(Y/N) had never prayed before. He always left his brothers to the praying when they needed Castiel involved. It was a new experience, and he didn’t even know how to start.

Slowly, (Y/N) adjusted himself on the bed so that his back was pressed against the wooden headboard. He placed his hands in his lap, slightly folded.

“Um…Gabriel…” he trailed as he tried to think of how he could continue. “Uh…it’s me. (Y/N). I think we need to talk.”

“You know, the last time someone said that to me, it didn’t end well,” Gabriel’s voice came from in front of him, near the end of the bed.

(Y/N) let out an audible gasp, startled. His throbbing muscles tensed for a moment before they relaxed, a shot of pain coursing through his body.

“Jesus, we need to put a bell on you angels,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think it’ll look good on me?” Gabriel pursed his lips and dramatically posed.

(Y/N) snorted and shook his head as he chuckled. Gabriel joined him and walked over to the bed, sitting down. The bed dipped.

“I can see your bodyguards aren’t here.”

“Yeah, they went out to get some breakfast a bit ago.”

“Well, that’s good. Now I can talk to you without getting kicked out. What did you want to talk about anyway?”

“Well-”

“My handsome good looks?” Gabriel smirked.

“Uh-”

“How about my smooth talking?”

“Gabriel-”

“What about the way you get butterflies in your stomach when you’re near me?” Gabriel placed a hand on the bed and leaned closer to him.

(Y/N) could feel his cheeks heat up once again. The butterflies Gabriel referenced swarmed. He looked away for a moment before his eyes shifted down towards his hands in his lap.

“Gabriel.”

“Yes?”

“Do you like me?” He moved his eyes to him.

Gabriel seemed surprised by the question at first, straightening himself up.

“I mean…” (Y/N) paused, attempting to collect his thoughts. “You flirted with me back at the other motel, you had your arm wrapped around me in the car, you’ve been listening to my thoughts, er, prayers, I guess. Is this just…a flirty little thing that you like to do or…are you really interested in me?”

“Of course I am,” Gabriel shrugged. “I mean, you don’t see me flirting with your brothers, do you?”

“No.”

“Casual flirting isn’t normally my thing. When I flirt with someone, I really, really like them, and I really, really like you.” His voice was deep and smooth like velvet.

(Y/N) smiled, his eyes never leaving Gabriel’s face, despite the bashful need to do so. “Well, I hope it helps that I really, really like you, too.”

“Oh, trust me, I can tell,”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

Gabriel chuckled as he reached over, his hand gently caressing his cheek. Their lips connected without another comment. (Y/N) closed his eyes and, almost immediately, melted into the kiss. He could feel a warm, tingling sensation course through his body, touching down his arms, torso, and legs. Their lips moved in sync. (Y/N) raised his hands, his fingers entangled in Gabriel’s silky hair.

(Y/N) pulled away before he wanted to, the need for air overwhelming. He stared deep into Gabriel’s whiskey eyes. It didn’t take long before that smirk reappeared. (Y/N)’s thumb gently brushed over Gabriel’s scruff.

“Your kiss is even sweeter than you are,” (Y/N) spoke in a soft tone.

“Oh, please, nothing is sweeter than me,”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Kiss me again.”

“With pleasure.”

Gabriel leaned in and kissed him once more. He moved onto the bed so that his legs were on either side of (Y/N)’s body and he hovered over him. (Y/N) took the time to wrap his arms around Gabriel’s neck gently. They tilted their heads to the side, deepening the kiss.

(Y/N) had his fair share of kisses before, a handful of them drunken mishaps at various bars across the country, but never like the one he had with Gabriel. There was something special about it. Something that made him melt into the bed. That attracted him further to Gabriel. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he wasn’t going to fight it.

Although, someone might.

The door to the motel room opened. The stench of cheap breakfast food wafted into the small space as Sam and Dean entered. They froze for a moment, eyes wide in shock at what they had walked in on. It didn’t take long for them to break the trance.

“Hey!” Dean shouted as he rushed over to the two of them.

Just as they broke the kiss, Dean grabbed the back of Gabriel’s shirt, pulled him off of the bed, and pinned him against the wall. The cheap lights flickered at the force of the impact.

“Dean!” (Y/N) exclaimed as he quickly stood from the bed.

Before he could pull his brother away, Sam grabbed him by the arm, pulled him close, and wrapped his arms around him protectively.

“What did I tell you about leaving my brother alone, huh?” Dean slammed Gabriel against the wall again, though he seemed completely unphased by it.

“Now, Dean, if you haven’t noticed, your brother is more than capable of making his own choices.” Gabriel’s voice was calm, almost playful.

“Yeah, with humans. Not with you.”

“Now what have I ever done to you, Dean?”

“What have you done?” Dean let out a dry laugh. “What have you done?”

“Dean! Stop! You’re gonna get the fucking cops called on us!” (Y/N) hissed between clenched teeth.

“And you!” Dean let go of Gabriel’s shirt and turned around to face (Y/N). “What happened to ‘oh, you don’t have to worry about anything, Dean, it was just for fun’,” he mocked (Y/N)’s voice harshly. “And then Sam and I come in and see you sucking face with an archangel!?”

“First of all,” (Y/N) wiggled his arms out from Sam’s grasp. “Get off me,” he mumbled and pushed firmly on Sam’s chest. Sam’s feet were firmly planted, but he removed his arms from around his brother. (Y/N) backed up a couple of steps and brushed his shirt off. “I told you, Dean, I’m an adult and I can make your own decisions! And who the Hell says ‘sucking face’ anymore, anyway? What is this? 1980?”

“The point is, you told us you weren’t going to do anything and here you are…doing something!” Dean pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Dean’s right, (Y/N),” Sam shook his head. “You know, we support you in everything that you do, but Gabriel?”

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Gabriel appeared behind (Y/N).

“Good, I hope you do,” Dean said.

(Y/N) groaned. “You guys are acting like you walked in on me having sex with him or something! It was a kiss!”

“His tongue was in your mouth, (Y/N),” Dean spoke with a hint of disgust.

“Shut the fuck up, Dean!”

“Alright, alright, hey,” Sam held up his hands. “Look. All we want to do is look out for you, okay? It’s our job to protect you.”

“And I want you guys to keep protecting me,” (Y/N)’s shoulders slouched. “I’m not saying I don’t want you to. I like Gabriel, okay? I really do. And it’s not just some hook-up in-a-bar kind of feeling. It’s feelings-feelings. You know? The things we never talk about? I can’t explain it, but I feel…a connection to him. Like Dean feels with Castiel.”

“Woah, woah, hold on. I don’t feel that way with Cas.”

“Dean, we all know you do,” Gabriel spoke up, shaking his head.

Dean clenched his jaw. “I don’t wanna hear another word out of you.”

“Look,” Gabriel began. “I’d never do anything to hurt your brother. I know I haven’t been the, well, nicest with you two. But I like (Y/N),” Gabriel shrugged. “I’d like to get to know him more, and I know that he would like to do the same.”

Sam and Dean stared at Gabriel, their eyes piercing. They never blinked, as if studying him. Sam leaned over to Dean.

“Dean, I think he’s telling the truth,” Sam spoke in a low voice.

Dean looked at Sam with furrowed brows. “Really?” His tone was defensive. “How do you know he’s not lying?”

“Dean, (Y/N) is right about the fact that he’s an adult, okay? Maybe we should just…take a backseat on this?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I hate this just as much as you do, Dean, but you know that even if we disagree with is, (Y/N) is just going to find a way to see him anyway.”

“Not if we handcuff him to one of us,” Dean mumbled.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) crossed his arms.

“The point is,” Sam said. “If Gabriel is serious, what better person besides us to protect him than an archangel? I mean, we have Cas, yes, but Cas isn’t an archangel.”

Dean opened his mouth to say something but was having a hard time coming up with an argument to shoot back at his brother’s statement. Instead, he sighed as he reached a hand up and ran it down his face. He could feel a headache coming on. Silence flooded the room as the four of them stood there.

“Fine,” Dean grumbled. “I won’t say anything about Gabriel coming around. But I don’t wanna walk in on anymore face sucking.”

“No face sucking or any other kind of sucking while sharing a room, got it.” (Y/N) smiled.

Dean shot him a look of disgust before he turned to Gabriel. “And you. If you hurt him-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Fire and brimstone and pitchforks and torches. You’ll have the whole Winchester Army after me,” Gabriel waved his hands around dramatically. “I get it. You have my word that I will never hurt your brother.”

“Alright, now get out of here before I change my mind.”

“I won’t fight you on that,” Gabriel turned to (Y/N). He reached down, grabbed his hand, and placed a small kiss on his knuckles. “I’ll see you later, sugarplum.”

(Y/N) snorted. “See you later, Casanova.”

Gabriel winked before he snapped his fingers and vanished.

With a smile still on his face, (Y/N) turned to his brothers. “Thank you guys, really.”

“Well, we trust you, (Y/N),” Sam said. “We don’t trust him, but we trust you. And we trust that, if anything were to happen, you would come to us if you need help.”

“Of course I will. You’re my brothers. I make a mess, you guys clean it up.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’ll be the reason why I get gray hairs early in life,” Dean mumbled as he sauntered over to the small table near the motel door, opening the bag of breakfast food which was probably cold by then.

(Y/N) furrowed his brows as he walked over to him. “Oh, you mean, these gray hairs?” He reached up and brushed the back of his brother’s hairline, finger gliding through the sandy blonde hair.

Dean reached back quickly and cupped the back of his head. “What!?” He exclaimed.

Sam snorted and (Y/N) let out a boisterous laugh. Dean’s jaw clenched as he lowered his hand to his side.

“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“I thought so, old man.”

“You better watch it, bitch,”

“Aw, I love you, too, Dean,” (Y/N) wrapped a single arm loosely around Dean’s middle. He then motioned Sam over. When Sam was close enough, (Y/N) wrapped his other arm around him. “And I love you, Sammy.”

“Love you, too, (Y/N),” Sam smiled and returned the hug.

Dean looked down at his brother and mumbled something under his breath before he patted him on the back. “Yeah, yeah, love you too, kid.”

“I couldn’t ask for better brothers than you.”

…

“Alright, enough of the chick-flick moments. Let’s eat.”

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the-courtsjester · 8 months ago

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Can you do Jean, Lisa, and anyone else you want asking out a male reader?

Greetings Ladies and gentlemen and things. Welcome to some more headcanons for Jean, Lisa, Herta, and the first non Genshin or Star Rail character Harley Quinn! I've been playing Suicide Squad: Kills the Justice League recently with some friends, it's not a bad game I find it fun

Jean, Lisa, Herta, and Harley Quinn asking Male Reader out

Jean:

Jean, being the Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius doesn't leave time for much time for ones self, but if she dose get a day off she'll spend that time with you seeing as how you're one of her best friends.

She has had feelings for you for awhile wanting to be the one that will protect you forever, but she's never found the right opportunity to show them.

But she decided to ask you out on her day off, she'd walk up to you all smooth like, actually she was as stiff as a bored, she would ask you out on a date early in the day and when you agree she'd be squealing on the inside.

She didn't come up with much for the date, most likely just going to Good Hunter and taking a stroll around Mondstadt before heading to big tree in Windrise.

All in all though she'll enjoy the day with you no matter what happens, and definitely planning more now that you're both together.

Lisa:

She spends most her day doing nothing besides keeping the library clean, reading, and the occasional talk about the books that need to be returned, so when she was bored on a slow day she had the perfect idea.

She strolled by your home and asked you out to a date, once it had hit the time you both agreed on she took you out to a nice spot on a hill to enjoy a picnic date.

Lisa's flirting gets turned up a by ten and if that doesn't get you flustered she'll keep increasing it, calling you cutie and darling and everything under the sun.

After you two are back in Mondstadt she'll have you both snuggle together somewhere comfy and you'll read a book together, seems a bit much on a first date but this is Lisa.

Herta:

Herta isn't the type to ask someone out on a date, she was most likely the one asked out and for some reason she agreed, but she wouldn't do a normal date of going somewhere she'll bring you to her room and do something there together.

She probably sits on your lap during the date and probably has some of her puppets hug you from either side as well, she definitely leans on you as she sits in your lap and you definitely rest your head on her head, it's only fair.

As she does whatever she's doing during the date, she shows it off to you and talks about what it does, do you understand it? Probably not, does she care? Not really, she's just happy that you'll listen to her speak nonsense.

If, and I mean if, you can get Herta to go on a somewhat normal date of going somewhere, you get to bring a couple of her puppets, but being on the Space Station means there's not much to do, but lucky for you she'll use the Simulated Universe to spend some quality time together watching stars and doing nothing.

After the date is done Herta will have a puppet follow you around to make sure you're safe and fine, you've become one of the few things she's attached to now and won't let go.

Harley Quinn:

Harleen Quinzel A.K.A Harley Quinn, the clown princesses of crime, my love you knew her from Arkham seeing as how you got tossed in by the Bat as well, but story for another time she met you a couple times in there and said something along the lines of, "when we get out of here I'm taking you on a date" ...so she broke you out of there immediately afterwards.

Her date with you consisted of robbing banks, blowing shit up, and other various crimes, she steals all sorts of things for you wither it be a pokemon card to a diamond she doesn't care so long as it makes happy.

Soon though Batman shows up and puts a stop to her crime date with you, and you both get tossed back in Arkham, you would assume she'd stop there but this is Harley Quinn we're talking about, she's going to try and break out again with you but to much less success.

So she decided to continue the date in Arkham and just watch people beat the shit out of each other, it's a favorite pastime of hers besides letting the blood rush to her head, she'll also take you to eat in the cafeteria seeing as you didn't get to enjoy food outside of Arkham.

But once the day is finally over and you both are back in your cells she somehow managed to slip notes into your roomtalking about how much fun she had, she also said in the notes that she's excited to do it again sometime, so hope you look forward to breaking out every other day.

Finally it's done jesus christ, Jean felt so awkward to write for and I don't know why, but felt great to write for Harley Quinn seeing as she's one of my favorite characters, she was also my first none Genshin or Star Rail character glad it was her.

And scene...

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #headcanon #the courtsjester #x male reader #herta #lisa genshin impact #jean genshin impact #harley quinn

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thirdrootwriting · 8 months ago

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Brother of my Brother (Infinite Crisis - Bad End) pt2

Tim Pov, and Prodigal flashback this chapter, because I love Prodigal Tim and Dick.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Dick's body is still, cold and perfect on the autopsy table of the Batcave.

It looks so horribly wrong, like a puzzle piece crammed into the wrong place or an egregious bit of nonsense code in a command string. A blip of the universe.

Tim still remembers how Mary and John Grayson had looked as corpses. It had been a horrific, gory nightmare with hot blood pumping from their shattered bodies and their white bones visible in the air. Their son, warm and kind Dick Grayson, who just an hour or so earlier had pulled Tim into a hug that smelled of stage makeup and chalk dust and promised to do a quadruple somersault just for him, looking down at the sight that would haunt Tim's nightmares for years to come with empty, disbelieving eyes.

The first coherent thought Tim ever remembers having is, 'He was supposed to fall too', and a close second was this, "I won't let him fall too."

Staring at the near perfect corpse on the table, that used to be his- well, there wasn't really a word for it. Brother, hero, idol, and mentor all seemed trite and underwhelming for the person that was Tim's first memory, his reason for becoming a vigilante, his safety net; the person who had taught him how to fold laundry and talked Tim through everything from his teenage relationship drama to his struggles with being Robin.

Staring the corpse of a person who had made up so much of him, Tim feels hollowed out and unable to bear the heavy weight of his failure.

His mother, his father, Stephanie, and now Connor,

. . . and now Dick.

. . .

No. No, Tim has to think. He's not a civilian, Dick's not a civilian. He's Nightwing, leader of the Titans and protector of Bludhaven, the prince regent of Gotham's night as the only other person who has done justice to Batman's cowl. He's been fighting crime longer than more than half the JLA, been to different dimensions and space and …

He's Robin. Dick's Robin, he can't be dead for good. What type of world would it be if fucking Jason Todd can come back, but Dick Grayson would stay dead?

Tim bites his tongue and steps closer to the table holding Nightwing's corpse and closer to Batman, still cowled and staring at his first son's cold body. The darkness of the cave and Batman's stillness make him even more inhuman appearing than usual, like he's a natural feature of the dank cave, a demon of shadows only visible out of the corner of your eye.

Neither of them, nor Alfred, have worked themselves up to removing Nightwing's mask.

Tim clears his throat, forces his voice to come out above a whisper, "The Lazarus Pits." He swallows, "I'm sure there are a couple the League of Assassins doesn't have control over that we can search out."

Nightwing in an unthinking rage would be terrifying, but between Crane's fear gas, Joker's venom, Ivy's pollen, and occasionally Bane's stuff they'd all been dosed up and compromised before. Not to mention, Nightwing's always been best out of all of them at staying calm and rational when dosed or altered like that.

A trained acrobat since birth, his fear response is to assess and rationally respond, and luckily his anger response to curl up and only lash out if prodded, it takes lot to get him to really attack.

(Not the heads in a duffel bag and midnight ambushes to write messages in blood type, unlike some people).

Tim looks down, more critically now. Nightwing's suit is torn and dusty and there is some faint visible bruising, but no large gaping wounds or grossly deformed bony structures. He mentally catalogues the damage, reaching out a hand to remove Dick's mask, "We should put him in one of the cryo freezers till then to prevent decomp-"

Batman's hand shoots out, grabbing Tim's wrist with a bruising strength, "The ray Alexander Luthor shot him with was a type of modified sonar. All his hollow internal organs and many of his blood vessels burst when he was hit. Despite the lack of outside damage, he's completely broken inside."

The grip on Tim's wrist gets harder and harder as Batman continues to speak, toneless, his face inhuman and unreadable behind the cowl.

"A Lazarus Pit can only revive someone from death with a near intact corpse, and whether it brings back the soul is still a matter of debate."

Tim feels something in wrist crack slightly, but the pain is secondary to the emptiness he feels as Batman shoots down his plans,

"Rob-, Dick Grayson is dead. He's not coming back. He's gone. We failed."

Batman lets go of him, He takes the hand that probably just cracked Tim's wrist and gently runs it through Dick's hair before carefully peeling the mask off of his son's face. Then with that same hand pulls off his own cowl. The expression on his face is . .

Tim steps back, his right wrist aching and his heart pounding with something, Maybe heartbreak, maybe fear.

He doesn't think Bruce notices. There is nothing in his eyes except the corpse, as if Batman and death are the only things in this cavern, as if Bruce wants nothing more to protectively cradle this dead body and his own grief till the very end of the world. It's the same way he stares at the bloody Robin uniform in the memorial case or his parents' portrait in the Manor, but so much worse.

Normally, Tim would try to stop him, because that's what Robin is. The light to Batman's darkness, the person that reminded him that they did this for the living as well as the dead. Normally, Tim would pull Batman back, and if he failed he'd run to Bludhaven to …

Robin is dead, there is no stopping Batman.

Tim leaves the Cave. All he can do now is search for the answer to his own grief.

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Three years ago

Tim knows the situation, with Bruce and Alfred being gone from Gotham, and trust in Batman at an all-time low cause of all the stuff Azrael did in the cowl, is bad but there is still a sort of guilty, giddy excitement he feels in chest when Dick comes back with him to the manor to be his Batman.

Like yeah, the situation is really bad, but Dick Grayson is going to be his Batman, and Tim gets to be his Robin!

It has him near bouncing in place, even though Dick seemed gloomy, especially as he took in the state of the Alfred-less Manor all boarded up and dusty. Still he'd gotten straight to tidying the Manor up, as if Dick was determined to do the work of both Alfred and Bruce while the usual inhabitants were gone. He'd even let Tim help, tossing him a broom, and then later teaching him how to fold sheets.

Tim is concentrating, trying to get the fitted sheet he's pulled out of their latest laundry load into some sort of shape that not just a wrinkly ball when Dick strikes.

Too fast for Tim to see, he steps close and hooks his foot around Tim's right ankle. As Tim falls back, he must duck down because instead of hitting the ground Tim finds himself hoisted across Dick's back in a hold that feels like something between a fireman's carry and a pro-wrestler's move. The whole maneuver is so fast and fluid it barely even jars Tim, like this was something they'd choreographed and practiced a million times instead of an impromptu grab.

"Time for a break." Dick sing-songs, walking towards the door. "To the kitchen we go." His mood improved once they actually started working and there's a smile in his voice now that wasn’t there this morning.

Tim wiggles in the hold. It's not painful, not even uncomfortable like some of the pins he'd been subject to training with Bruce. Honestly, the gentle but firm grip (an acrobat's grip, someone who knew how to catch their flier) was far more reminiscent of the warm, chalk-dust scented hug Dick had given him during their first meeting as children. Tim is acutely aware of the feeling of being held, every spot of gentle pressure, each of his own muscles that want to relax into it.

Tim tries kicking his feet and twisting to break away, "Let me down! I can walk, you know." Both his movement and his words are ineffective, and Dick barely seems to notice as he continues on to the kitchen.

"Mmm, don’t think so. Think of it as training, just like you busting into my apartment to check on the security. I'm letting you know you need more practice guarding against sneak attacks."

From where his head is, Tim can just make out the corner of Dick's smile, a small comfortable curl of his lips, neither showy nor sharp. He looks so much happier than the bitterness and worry of this morning, and Tim fills up with a rush of pride.

He attempts kicking out again, putting more force into it, but Dick just readjusts his hold, "Not letting you go, Tim."

"I'll get you next time." Comes out of Tim's mouth, without him really meaning to say it. The warmth in his chest given vocal form. He's sorta means trying playful sneak attack of his own, but also sorta means he's not letting go in the other way, either. Never has since he was three and never will in a million years.

They finally reach the kitchen, and Dick sets him down with that same grin, "Sure, sure. Catch me if you can, Timmy."

#Infinite crisis bad end au #tim drake #dick grayson #every day i think of dick and tim in prodigal #tw: child abuse #anyway polls out now on tim's next attempt the raising the dead since bruce shot down the laz pits

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pretensesoup · 1 year ago

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Queer books, day 4/30

Sometimes you get a book that feels like a tiny love song to you personally.

I did my MA thesis on some Thai Sherlock Holmes stories. (There's a very interesting project on queerness and Sherlock Holmes and the particular author of those stories that I've been thinking about for a couple of days that I would absolutely not have been allowed to do because 1/ it's really a PhD-level essay in comp lit discussing how gay men might have read SH in London in the 1890s and also how this particular person, who was Thai but studying in London, might have read it, which is incredibly difficult to prove anything about, and 2/ you can't claim someone is queer based on one sentence in a Benedict Anderson book.)

Anyway, I love Sherlock Holmes. I do. I also love eldritch horror, although Lovecraft's personal, uh, everything, leaves a bad taste in the mouth. The Affair of the Mysterious Letter is amazing in both regards. Picture a gender-swapped Holmes (named Shaharazad Haas here) and a stuffy, morally upright Watson (John Wyndham) who live deeply within the whole Cthulhu mythos, in a place called Khelathera-Ven. And they investigate crimes.

I haven't done the book justice, because it's so funny and so tonally perfect. I have difficulty being normal about this book. And it's very, very queer without there being almost any on-page sex (what there is is very non-graphic, because of Wyndham's uptightness). Almost all the characters in it are queer, and most of the couples our narrator runs into are same sex. The person receiving the titular mysterious letters is a woman about to marry another woman.

Key quote:

Miss de la Martyniere's shoulders slumped. "Oh -----. You're Shaharazad -----ing Haas, aren't you?"

"Currently only Shaharazad Haas, but I could be -----ing if you play your cards right."

"For someone with your reputation, you've got some really -----ing cheesy lines."

"I have two modes. Flirting and turning your blood to boiling lye within your veins. Which do you prefer?"

(Look, I figured out how to format a quote?)

Anyway, this book is so excellent, you should read it. 10/10.

#pride #sherlock holmes #sharazad haas #alexis hall #lgbtq books #queer books #book reviews

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pyropsychiccollector · 3 months ago

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Thoughts on Ace Attorney?

Ace Attorney and Professor Layton were the main games I played in the mid-2000's, outside of Pokemon. They weren't bad, although I confess Phoenix wore on my patience a bit (his origin story is very lackluster). He got better in Trials and Tribulations, but I definitely was not a fan of the spirit medium elements in the series. Call me old-fashioned if you like, but I generally prefer grounded court dramas. Stuff that doesn't heavily involve channeling spirits, seeing victims' final moments, or even magical bracelets.

... Although the last one could be explained pretty reasonably, I think. So I tend to cut Apollo more slack than Phoenix, who's more like a bull at a rodeo and goes where he pleases. I'm also in this apparent minority of people that didn't fall in love with Maya at first sight... or thirtieth sight... or... Yeah. lol Don't get me wrong. I'm cool with loveable goobers. There's just... a number of things that I don't like that much about Maya. The medium stuff is one thing, the running gag of getting kidnapped or framed for murder is another, she doesn't help Phoenix understand crime scenes or law better (she's literally a teenager in that first trilogy, and still a kid at heart in Spirit of Justice), and this incessant shipping with Phoenix by her cousin Pearl is one of the most uncomfortable things I've had to suffer through... XD It's just my opinion, but Phoenix feels more like an older brother to Maya and Pearl. They're related to his old boss Mia, and it's cool he wants to look out for them... I just don't ship Phoenix x Maya. That's just me~...

That said, do I have Ace Attorney ships? Ehhh... A few. I'm not too passionate on shipping in AA. I like Phoenix x Iris. I like Phoenix x Franziska. Mia x Diego, of course. I don't mind entertaining Miles x Kay when Kay grows up a bit (for some reason I vibe a lot more with Kay than Maya, probably just the fact she's a 'thief' and not a medium~...). Gumshoe x Maggey is alright. I like Apollo x Ema. Apollo x Athena is fine. I wouldn't mind Bonny and Betty joining the Wright Anything Agency, though I don't necessarily ship them with anyone... Maybe Apollo, if I was so inclined. Rayfa is cute, but she's a kid. No pedos in this house, no sir. (人◕ω◕)**

I honestly have no ships in the Great Ace Attorney duology, though. I'm neutral to Ryunosuke x Susato, I don't object to them. They are cute. I just don't ship them cuz my mind's on the lovely plots and characters of GAA~...

If I had to do a tier list for Ace Attorney games... Let me see...

Tier 1 (Masterful) - Great Ace Attorney 1&2, Ace Attorney Investigations 2, Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright

Tier 2 (Great) - Trials and Tribulations, Spirit of Justice

Tier 3 (Passable) - AA1, Investigations 1, Apollo Justice, Dual Destinies

Tier 4 (Abysmal) - AA2 (Justice For All)

Obviously, not a perfect tier list. A couple titles in the 3rd category are close to Tier 2 level, there's just some aspects of each game that take away my enjoyment somewhat. I loved Rise from the Ashes in AA1, and I liked the ending of Case 4... I enjoyed Edgeworth's flashback case in Investigations 1 (Detective Tyrell B A D D~). Apollo Justice had sleek designs and a more tempered protagonist I thought. And Dual Destinies introduced Athena and had mostly okay cases....

It's just. The rest of AA1 was meh to me, outside the last two cases. Investigation 1's Case 5 was dragged out so unnecessarily. Apollo Justice's Case 4 felt short to me and tried covering way too many bases; not to mention he kept getting shunted to the side by Phoenix, getting led along by the nose. And Dual Destinies, well... Overall, I just wasn't wowed by the writing. Phoenix was brought back, and Apollo and Athena took backseats; they had cases, but they weren't anything to write home about. By the time you hit the case at the space center, I'm barely sold on the bonds they have. XD Although I will say this: Attorneys interacting are much better than spirit mediums thrown into the mix. For all the criticisms we can throw at Phoenix, Apollo, or Athena depending on people's biases, it's nice to see the Wright Anything Agency get a staff again... Athena might not be level-headed like Mia, but I feel she'll get there in time. In her own way. Apollo's rebuilding a whole judicial system in a foreign land, so his arc's pretty much over. lol

I'd love for more Miles adventures. See more Agent Lang, Judge Courtney, even Prosecutor Debeste... But it's up in the air if they'll ever do a 3rd Investigations game. I've already been proven wrong about ever getting an official localization of Investigations 2, so I'll shut up since Capcom's been on a roll recently. (人◕ω◕) Took them some thirteen years, but they finally brought the best Investigations game over. Or will, in a month's time. Honestly, though? I'll probably be stubborn and favor the Scarlet Study fan translation. That's been around for the past decade, and they worked hard on it. I can almost guarantee you their fan translation will have fewer typos than the official one... But I'm looking forward to having Investigations 2 on a portable console. So. I'm sucking it up. (人◕ω◕)

I've rambled on enough, but the gist is that I'm more for plot and characters in Ace Attorney franchise than shipping. XD Not too surprising that what ships I do have tend to stray from the mainstream favorites (Phoenix x Maya, Miles x Franziska, the yaoi and yuri which I don't touch... and yes, I'm aware of the absurd amount of that in the fanfic community...). I'm built differently from most people, I guess. (人◕ω◕)

And I'm aware some people will have different opinions on my tier list for the games, too. Fite me. I stand firm. (人◕ω◕)

#Ace Attorney

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yzeltia · 1 year ago

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Dates of the Realm

Chapter 3: Navigating Family Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, @driftward 's Nyx Blackmoon, Lolomori Totomori, L'ankeo Bhen, Llymlaen Rating: T for Nuhn Notes: As always thanks to Driftward for mechanical passes and letting my sweet Nuhn court their War Crime.

"You're going to love Mi'nani and grandpops! And they're going to love you!"

U'rahn bounced along ahead of Nyx as they watched him in all his jubilant excitement.

"You've said so many times now, Rahn," they said, eye flitting up, catching the white and black tail feathers as they passed behind a cloud, "You are being pursued by strong aetheric signatures again."

"Huh? There's really nothing like that out here. I feel so much more energetic away from Eorzea!"

Nyx stared as their comment was unheeded. It was stated. He was warned. Their eyes flitted up to the horizon as an older Miqo'te woman who held similar features to L'lolamo Lolamori appeared at the top of the trail. Under her arm, she concealed a large basket.

"Your Mi-Nani approaches."

U'rahn's face lit up as he turned, ears and tail perked high. Seeing the basket, he bolted toward the woman, kicking up dust behind him.

"Mi'naniiiiiii," he called out, "Is that your laddu!?"

As he grew closer, his girlfriend behind him crouched, preparing to run to his side as they spied the basket open ever so slightly and a pair of malicious eyes peek out.

"Ill prepared as always Rahn m'boy," a husky voice growled from the basket.

U'rahn dug his heels into the earth as he tried to slow himself, the incline sending him backward onto his tail. A grey haired Lalafell popped out of the basket and landed at the Nuhn's feet, smirking down at him before picking him up by the foot and swinging him in a circle before letting go.

"Grandpooooooops," U'rahn whined through the air before backflipping in the air and landing in his hero pose beside Nyx.

The man let out a hearty laugh then marched down the path with his wife in tow to greet the young couple properly. Standing in front of his grandson's girlfriend, he put his fists up on his hips and looked up to her.

"You Nyx?"

"Yes."

"My grandson makin' you happy?"

"He provides enrichment."

"Good Good. Name's Lolomori Totomori. Folks call me Toto for short but you can call me Grandpops if you'd like," the man greeted in his thick La Nosecean accent as he held up his hand to shake.

"Greetings Totomori."

Nyx reached out and mechanically shook the man's hand before looking up to his wife.

"I am L'aneko Bhen, Rahn's Mi'Nani. It is a pleasurrre to meet you. His letters do not do you justice nor did they say you were a Miqo'te."

"I am not a Miqo'te," Nyx replied.

"Oh. Apologies then dear," the woman said, covering her mouth while looking to her husband.

"I have not taken offense. This is a common mistake."

"Yeah Yeah! Nyx is just Nyx," U'rahn echoed, ears fluttering as they made introductions.

"Understood. Well, I have prepared a meal for us to enjoy together and it is a lovely day for a picnic. There is a spot up the hill that looks out to the sea, let us make our way," L'aneko said before turning to lead the way.

Arriving at their vista, U'rahn's Mi'nani set her basket down and pulled out a blanket. The Nuhn was quick to offer to help, shaking the blanket out several times to spread it out evenly only to have it wrinkle as it landed. Nyx eventually stepping in for him, whipped it out once into a perfect square before taking a seat.

As L'aneko started to food and Toto set out dining where, U'rahn cuddled up next to Nyx, laying down on her thigh with his hands behind his head.

"Hey Hey. Did ya know my Grandpops is a local Herrro?"

"I only know as much as you have told me, Rahn."

"No No. Don't bother them with such a tale."

"C'mon Grandpops! I'm showin' off the family legacy."

The man crossed his arms chuckling, "You best keep that to yourself m'boy."

"Don't be vulgar Toto," L'aneko scolded.

"Yeah Yeah," the man waved off before shrinking back as his wife's ears pinned back, "I mean of course dear! Anyroad! Heroics it is!"

Toto cleared his throat then stood upright to crack his back and move to stand in the middle of their blanket as L'aneko served richly spiced food around him.

"Some fourty years ago I was the Captain of Llymaen's Lament. Sailed the high seas, looted ships, sank 'em. You look in the encyclopedia for a pirate and you'd find me. Well, the Navigator must have got real tired of my shit 'cause she threw one hell of a maelstrom at us and plucked me and me alone off the deck. Next thing I knew a bunch of Miqo'te women were surroundin' me with water and fruit bringing me back to health."

"This Sisters had given me a vision that a great champion would arrive in a storm when I was a girl. I would wait by the sea after every storm for our Herrro."

Toto nodded, crossing his arms, "It changes you. Being loved instead of feared. I couldn't remember the last time someone genuinely smiled at me. Yet, Aneko's here was enough to eradicate the villain I had become. And what man would dream of leaving a harem paradis- ERK."

The ex-pirate was silenced as a wooden salad bowl landed on his head.

"Sorry dear," L'aneko hummed, winking at a neutral Nyx and shocked U'rahn.

"No…No problem…," the pirate grunted, rubbing the forming knot, "Anyroad, I was changed by the generosity and kindness of the Viper women and pledged my axe to serve them."

"As promised by The Sisters. Long had our tribe been plagued by a monstrosity known as Rikitikitavi. The beast would attack Viper huntresses. Our tribe had been declining for some time and our Tia all had been slain trying to earn Nuhn status by felling our foe."

"The weasel didn't know what to make of me. I waltzed right into its territory, axe in hand. I think it laughed at me when it got a look at me. Last thing it did though. Brought the ladies home a big fur that day. Wanted me to be their Nuhn too but I'm a one woman man in my heart. It was Aneko from the moment I laid eyes on her."

"Yes. If only your eyes would listen," the woman laughed, leaning over to kiss Toto on the cheek, ears perking up as she heard a choked sob from her grandson.

Nyx's attention dropped to U'rahn in her lap as his face streaming with tears.

"Are you okay, Rahn?"

"It was love at firrrst sight. A beautiful storrry," the Nuhn wailed.

"Seven hells," Toto groaned while his wife offered their grandson a cloth to wipe his face, "Nuhn up boy!"

U'rahn blinked as he looked up to his grandpa in time to watch him grab a passing Booby and chucking it at his face. The Nuhn yelped then felt his hair be violently blown through before feeling static charge around him as lightning came down to strike him. Unharmed, the Booby preened its feathers then sat down, putting its beak in Nyx's lap.

"H-Hey Hey! That's my spo-" U'rahn huffed before stopping as the bird narrowed an eye at him, "Well…uh…Oh hey, Vindaloo."

U'rahn quickly stuffed his face while N'aneko raised her hand to warn him. Nyx looked down to the plate.

"Rahn. That contains Bhoot peppers."

Both U'rahn and Toto froze with forks on their mouths, faces turning bright red. Grandfather and Grandson soon bolted from the blanket off toward the sea.

"Do not drink the water, Rahn," Nyx stated without raising their voice.

"Never a dull moment with those two. I hope you are enjoying yourself," L'aneko sighed.

"I am. I have been well enriched during this visit. Your food is palatable too."

"I'm glad to hear it. It has been hard to be so far away from Rahn. I am glad he's grown up so much and has found himself a partner that can keep up with antics. As his Mi'nani, I could have not hoped for more."

"Thank you."

The Booby raised its head from Nyx's lap and narrowed its eyes, prompting them to look in the same direction. At the base of the hill U'rahn coughed a bit of sea water up then waved up at them. The bird soon got up and bolted down the hill, giving chase to the Nuhn and ex-pirate as it tried to nip his tail. Nyx simply watched on while L'aneko let out a laugh beside them.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #u'rahn nuhn #nyx blackmoon #l'aneko bhen #lolomori totomori #dates of the realm #llymlaen

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David McCallum is getting a hero's send-off on NCIS. The late actor, who played chief medical examiner-turned-NCIS historian Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard on the long-running CBS procedural for two decades, died Sept. 25, 2023 at the age of 90. News of his death shattered the NCIS family. But it also presented an opportunity to pay tribute to a screen legend and honor a beloved TV character.

Doing justice to Ducky's farewell episode — titled "The Stories We Leave Behind," airing Feb. 19 — was a "daunting" and emotional task, NCIS star Brian Dietzen admitted to TV Guide. How does one adequately sum up a lifetime's worth of moments into 40 minutes? "That's 20 years of getting to spend with the TV and film legend that I'm blessed to have experienced," said Dietzen, who co-write the episode with his writing partner, Scott Williams.

Even though Ducky's death is the primary focus of the episode, the NCIS team is presented with one of the last cases he was secretly working on up until he died, utilizing a wealth of information and treasures he left behind that could prove useful in the future. As a result, the crew is left reminiscing about the past, leading to key flashbacks and scenes with team members who have since departed, including Mark Harmon's Jethro Gibbs.

NCIS Michael Yarish/CBS

How are you feeling about heading into Season 21 of NCIS? Brian Dietzen: It feels wonderful, if I'm being honest. I would think that someone being on a show for an extended period of time like this, you might start to feel a little bored. But the show has found a way to recreate itself year after year, and while some of the faces have changed over the course of the years, the idea [is] that we always want to come up with new and better concepts, relationships, and crimes. We never stop trying to do better each week. It feels fresh, it really has. A couple of years ago with the addition of Gary Cole and Katrina Law, that really helped open up a whole world of possibilities for us.

This coming episode is a special one as it pays tribute to the late David McCallum, who played Ducky. How did you come to co-write this episode, and was there a certain pressure to do it justice? Dietzen: It was certainly daunting in a way. The way it came to be was we had a work stoppage last year due to the writers strike and the actors strike. And then when we got the awful news that David passed away [on Sept. 25, 2023]. My co-writer, Scott Williams, stepped up and said, "I'd love to write Ducky's farewell episode. If it's okay with everyone, I'd like to have Brian co-write it with me." Our showrunners, Steve Binder and David North, were more than supportive and said, "Yes, absolutely. That's a perfect fit." If you're asking me to help, I would be honored to, and this is an important character for TV history. More importantly, he's a good friend. To be able to honor him with the script was of paramount importance for me. There's definitely a little bit of pressure added in there because of that.

Did you have any guidance from the showrunners before you and Scott sat down to write the episode? How did you approach writing this hour? Dietzen: We wanted to tell an NCIS story, so we wanted it to be an NCIS show, meaning it has a case that we're solving. But we also wanted that case to thematically link up with the loss of one of our loved ones. We wanted to have the character of Ducky be instrumental in solving the case, but we didn't want it to be so straight down the middle that the case was about him in any way. We had it thematically linked to loss and to the stories that we leave behind for someone else.

While this is certainly not a clip show of any sort, there are more moments and scenes where you're going to see Ducky over the past 20 years. What was important to both Scott and I was that we get to see Ducky communicating with the team — and not just our current team but our past family members that this franchise is built upon, including Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, Abby, and all the rest. There's a long-standing family that we've had for 20 years, and to be able to honor their relationship with him with some scenes here and there was of big importance.

What did it mean to you to have a big hand in shaping this farewell episode? And personally, having worked with David all these years, what will you miss? Dietzen: This episode was all about reminiscing while we were shooting it. There were a lot of stories being shared. I definitely had some tears while writing it and also while filming it. He was a good friend and he was a great man. Over the course of 20 years, you get to know someone pretty darn well, and you end up spending more time with them than you do sometimes with your own family members. The sadness, of course, was there, and the reflection and stories were also there. And we wanted to make sure that when we told this story, it wasn't just about the sadness of what happens when we lose someone, but also the celebration of what we have in our lives because we had them. That's 20 years of getting to spend with the TV and film legend that I'm blessed to have experienced. Within the storybook world of NCIS, our team was lucky to have this character of Ducky. To be able to see this team come together and coalesce and remember together and laugh together and celebrate together and, of course, cry together, it was nice to be able to show that full spectrum.

Did you have any conversations about bringing other people back from the past for this episode? Dietzen: What I was really happy with is that we got to show Ducky with his team from the past. We got to see him with a lot of different team members and show his adventures and his kind ear that was always there for all of his teammates over the years. We got to honor the relationships that he's had with characters from past iterations of our show and also from the present. I think people will be happy with what they see.

How did you determine the specific scenes you wanted to include to highlight Ducky's various relationships with the team? You have 20 seasons of footage, so what was the process in identifying the best lines or moments? Dietzen: It was a team effort, for sure. I was joking with a few people saying a lot of it came down to having a Paramount+ subscription and literally scrubbing through [episodes] until you see David's face and then watch the scene. A lot of the scenes, I knew which ones I wanted to use, and Scott knew as well. When we first got together at the writers' table back in October, I said, "I know the speech I want Ducky to end with, that we're going to leave with. I know exactly which episode that's going to be." Our showrunners had thoughts as well on different scenes — never telling Scott and I, "Here's a mandate," of any sort. But there were ideas flowing from different people, which was really helpful because I'm not the only one who experienced scenes with him. These are people who spent dozens of years with him who loved writing for him. So I wanted to honor as much of that as possible.

Brian Dietzen and Katrina Law, NCIS Michael Yarish/CBS

Aside from grieving Ducky's death, what can you share about what Jimmy will be going through this year? Dietzen: Jimmy's had a rough few years. Between losing his wife, almost dying, having his team change up. But we've also seen him fall in love, to the point where he's blurting out "I love you" in the bullpen and being very embarrassed about it. There's been a lot of downs for him, but there's also been some ups. We're going to see some challenges to some of those ups, meaning his relationship with Jessica Knight. It's going to be front and center in a couple of episodes coming up this season. Because now we've established they love one another, what happens next? Very rarely does someone say "I love you" and someone else says "I love you," and then for the rest of their lives, everything's perfect. There are going to be some bumps along the road. There's a future episode where Jimmy meets Knight's father, and things maybe don't go exactly to plan.

Is there still something you'd like Jimmy to experience or do? Dietzen: They've given the character so much to do over the course of these years, and honestly, it's been such a pleasure to play the transformation of this character from, "Gosh, I don't feel confident in what it is I do. I'm intimidated," into the character he is now. Everyone gets intimidated, and sometimes he's still a little uncertain, but for the most part, he's grown a lot. I loved playing that transition and retaining that optimism that Jimmy Palmer has been known for. That's one thing I hope to retain, no matter what this character goes through, is his ability to look on the bright side.

How have you felt about the evolution of Jimmy Palmer as a character and charting that progress along with the viewers from Day 1 to where he is now? Dietzen: It's been a huge journey over the course of 20 seasons, and this guy is quite different from the nervous intern that we met for a day in Season 1. The thing that I'd like to continue to see is audiences are looking for familiarity, and they're looking for stories that have lots and lots of episodes. Right now, we live in a world where people are also looking for the positive. We can tune into any news channel any hour of the day and we can see how awful things are. There are a ton of things happening in the world right now; injustices being perpetrated left, right, and center, and it can bog you down, which is why certain shows that have taken off have an optimistic take or an optimistic character. Ted Lasso did it so well of having a character who's saying, "I know things are bad right now, but I'm going to choose to look on the bright side," and Jimmy Palmer has always had that perspective. If that is refreshing for people in any way, rejuvenating or restorative, I am happy to be the guy that gets to portray that every week. I hope to be able to retain that energy with this character for a long time.

#ncis #interview

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dougrobyngoold · 1 year ago

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Caves & Crimes - Nottingham, England

Nottingham is known as "The City of Caves" - underneath the city there are over 500 known caves, dating back to 1200 AD. We did a tour of the underbelly of the city at City of Caves, it provided an interesting history of the city and the story of the caves.

All of the caves were dug out by someone, this is a portion of a cave that was used as a medieval tannery. The bottom is covered with water, so you can imagine how musty and damp the tour was.

Another portion of the tannery, they soaked the skins in the square-shaped holes for a year. The process they used was quite dangerous and toxic - time and labor intensive.

The caves were used as air raid shelters during WWII.

Directly over the area that we toured is the floor of a large shopping center. There is a bit of controversy over the existence of the shopping center. When the shopping center was built, special precautions were taken to not destroy the caves. However, the supports for the foundation of the shopping center were poured into the walls of the caves. Years later the shopping center was out of date and they wanted to tear it down, but they had to leave the concrete in place, as removing it would damage the caves - which are protected. The square-shaped concrete, at the top of the picture above, is the floor of the massive shopping center - it will never be removed, as it is now part of the caves!

This room was used as a storage area for a pub at one point. There are benches that were used to hold kegs. It is hard to imagine how much effort was required to dig out all of these caves!

After touring the caves, we walked a short distance to the Justice Museum.

There is quite a bit to see and do in this museum. We participated in a trial in the courtroom:

The ornate old courtroom in the museum.

The judge and the barrister - they were quite entertaining!

Doug, giving his testimony to the judge.

After the trial, we went downstairs and checked out the jail area. There was an interesting and sobering exhibit about punishment for crimes:

The above pictures were the least "dark", in terms of punishment. They used some pretty horrific methods to punish people, we found the information a bit disturbing and hard to imagine - we felt that the punishment far exceeded the crime at times. However, it was a different time in history and we can't really put ourselves in their shoes. We did draw the line on watching the re-enactment of a hanging.....just not our thing. There are exhibits about living conditions in prisons and prison reform. Definitely enjoyed the trial and the history - worth a visit, but keep in mind that portions might be a bit disturbing to both adults and kids.

We took a little walk after visiting the museum - needed to clear our heads of some of the images. We wandered over to a plaza that had a carnival-like feel to it and tons of people - the perfect cure for our melancholy after the museum! We had a nice meal at a little Italian restaurant and a couple of glasses of wine - a good way to reset our day. Look at these beautiful buildings that surrounded the plaza:

This building houses a bar called "The Alchemist".

The Queen's Chambers - an office building, originally built in 1897.

We have had a lovely visit to Nottingham, lots to see and do in town. There are also plenty of things to do in the surrounding area, if you have transportation available to you. Tomorrow we head to York, on to another adventure!

#nottingham #england #museums

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Peko for the ask thingy? (I wanna know the songs, your song selection are so good so far)

not to toot my own horn anon, but i have such good songs for peko so im so glad you sent this ask

favorite thing about them

I love how stoic she is. she has the potential of being the perfect straightman character that occasionally does/says something extremely strange or out of pocket and you remember, "right, raised by the yakuza crime family..." also can we talk about how effortlessly she pulled the shining justice persona out of nowhere for such a presumably stoic person. ultimate roleplayer peko pekoyama

least favorite thing about them

i wish she got more screentime... especially because you could argue she's not truly being herself for most of the game :'( what can ya do

favorite line

"If you don't understand polite requests to stop, it's not my fault if I'm forced to get a little...violent."

brOTP

i seriously dont know why but i feel like komaeda would get along really well with her if he managed to act slightly more normal. theyre both pretty perceptive and have issues with their self worth. i think theyd see notice other being overtly self sacrificing and then be like "wow do i really act this cringe"

OTP

fuyu to the hiko. but ive also seen cute stuff with gundham or ibuki

nOTP

hmmm i dont really have one.

random headcanon

she's an absolutely terrible cook, but has no idea + thinks she's pretty good at it because fuyuhiko always eats the food she makes him like a champ, at the cost of some psychic damage. 💀 (this probably doesnt happen often in general because im sure the kuzuryu house has cooks)

unpopular opinion

i dont think that peko and fuyuhiko would get together/be a good couple right out of the simulation, they need to grow independent of each other.

song i associate with them

SAKURA TATTOO - PinocchioP - phony - kafu - Last Continue - PinocchioP favorite picture of them

thanks anon!

#peko pekoyama #ask

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MATCHUP EXCHANGE WITH @sugutoad

A/N: I have finally gotten this out! I’m so sorry it took me so long to do this, I had so much going on this month and I haven’t been able to write / have the energy to write, I hope this was worth the wait as well! I tried my best to make this as long as I possibly can and make sure it’s satisfactory and that I have served justice…! here you go my friend!

I have matched you with…

Robb Stark!

GENERAL HEADCANONS

• I feel like Robb can somewhat match your energy and just your entire personality all in one; I feel like he's someone that can help you calm down whenever your working yourself to hard or getting upset when someone's being harsh to you... he will deal with whoever made you cry trust me, you won't see them for a long, long time.

• You two would make amazing teammates whenever you both are facing a problem, whatever the problem is you both are able to work together, face it and solve it in just a quick finger snap, you both are able to help each other out when problems are in y'all's way, whenever he's not in the best mood you always know how to help him with your words.

• He finds it really cute whenever he spots you daydreaming, wether its during meetings or while hanging out with him and your just inside your own head, he would definitely have the urge to softly poke your cheeks or rub soothing patterns on the top of your forehead and he'll ask what may be wrong, and whatever it is he'll do his best to make it better for you.

• He thinks its adorable when he sees you getting possessive with him when he is around other woman, but he's not the on emo judge though, if your genuinely really upset about it he will do whatever it takes for you to not be upset ever, he doesn't like seeing you upset, or just showing any signs of you in a bad mood.

• He's definitely one of the closest people to be able to hear your soft but quiet voice, he loves hearing your voice whenever you talk, he finds it so relaxing and definitely one of the smaller reasons why he loves you for it as well, you would never have to publicly talk if you don't want to, he knows you to much and will make sure you won't have to (whenever he's around you though, which is pretty much most of the time when he's not sent on some stupid ahh mission).

• Whenever he has free time he always makes sure to plan dates with him and you, you both would definitely go out and get whatever sweets you want! Hell, you can buy the whole store and he wouldn't care, he'll be the one paying for everything though because there's no way his beloved will pay for a single thing, even if it costed one tiny coin he still wouldn't let you, and afterwards you guys will find a place to look up and watch the stars from or perhaps to see the view outside and enjoy what's around you while you lay on his chest.

• I have come to the conclusion that this man would be perfect for you! y'all would be a fucking power couple and y'all would know it! he matches your energy and his energy matches yours! I say that this couple is a matchmake from heaven itself.

SHIP TROUPES

❄ team dad + team mom

❄ partners in crime

❄ happy and proud (you) edge lord (robb stark)

SHIP SONG

BACKSTORY + HOUSE

You are from House Arryn of the Eyrie! Your from one of the greatest houses of Westeros, I picked this house for you because this house perfectly matches your intelligence. You are always at the court whenever your help is needed, you and robb met though one of those court meetings, you both then bumped into each other at one point, started talking and those turned into little hangouts and as soon as you know you'll be married to Robb Stark, you are the oldest and only sister to Robin Arryn, after both of your parents were deceased it was up to you to raise him, you scold him for getting himself into investigations sometimes, he tries not to disappoint you since your pretty much the only person left, when he found out your meetings with Robb Stark he didn't really say anything and made sure nothing bad was happening with the two of you, he still does this a bit after yall are married.

RELATIONSHIPS

• Margaery Tyrell is your childhood best friend! sometimes childhood friends don't tend to last long, but you two? you guys would never even think of not being friends, she's like a little sister to you and she looks up to you a lot, she loves hanging out with you whenever she can and on some holidays she brings the best flowers for you!

• Daenerys Targaryen is another one of your closest friends! she adores you so much! she sometimes goes to you when things aren't the best, she enjoys being in your company so much because she finds it so comforting, a comfort she never really received almost all most of her life, she will protect you if she see's anyone show a slight dislike towards you.

• Joffrey Baratheon is someone that you aren't really fond of, and never was fond of... you knew that he would not make a great king to all before he even became one, you knew by his behavior and you were right when he became king. You also aren't on great terms with him either.

• Viserys III Targaryen... you also aren't close with him much either, including with how he acts and how he treats his sister, you never liked him one bit, but its known that he's always had a small crush on you and somewhat felt a bit jealous when he heard the marine between you and robb. he never really talked with you much after that.

#[❁] albert / jaxrel posts !#matchups #matchup #matchup exchanges #matchup exchange #game of thrones matchups #game of thrones matchup #game of thrones

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marjaystuff · 1 year ago

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Guest Review: Dead and Gone by Joanna Schaffhausen

Annalisa Vega Book 3

Minotaur Books

August 8th, 2023

Dead and Gone by Joanna Schaffhausen brings back popular police detective Annalisa Vega. In this latest installment there are not one but five crimes to solve. Because she is such an excellent author, readers do not get confused at all as to what is happening, and which crime is being focused on in a particular chapter.

“There are five mysteries to solve in the book. First, there is what happened to Sam Tran, the dead PI. Then there are his three open cases: a stalker on a college campus; a cold-case double murder of a couple who was having an affair at a seedy motel; and a missing mom who went to a New Year’s Eve party in 1989 and never came home. On top of this, there is a guy robbing convenience stores dressed in a chicken mask. The basic structure of the book is an homage to a 1997 mystery novel by Carolyn Hart called Death in Lover’s Lane. In that book, a graduate student journalist is trying to decide among three crime cases to report on for her final project when she ends up dead. Her professor thinks that poking around in one of the cases must have led the student to uncover something that got her murdered. But which one? “

The plot has Annalisa Vega being pulled in by her boss, Commander Zimmer, to investigate the death of a former police detective, Sam Tran, who was also Zimmer’s former partner. After retiring from the police force, Tran became a private investigator. Vega decides that the best leads to solve the murder is to investigate his three open case files. Charlotte Osteen has been missing since New Year’s Eve 1989 and her daughter hoped Sam could find out what happened to her and bring closure. Brad Morrison hired Tran to track down the Queen of Hearts killer who bashed Brad’s wife, Kathy, and her lover, Stephen Powell, to death in a motel 22 years ago as they were having an affair. And the third case gets personal for Vega when she finds out that her older brother Vinny asked him to find out who was stalking his daughter Quinn, Annalisa’s niece, while she was attending college. At the same time, her romantic partner, Nick, who is also on the force and acting as her work partner, is working the case of the Chicken Bandit, who’s been holding up local convenience stores and getting more violent with each new robbery.

“Police have a ton of power in our society, and not all of them use it well. That’s a major theme of the Annalisa books. However, this book is more about the rules that exist for good reasons but nevertheless prevent Annalisa from pursuing what she sees as justice. Budget constraints mean cops can’t pursue whatever investigations suit their fancy, especially cold cases where the odds of finding the answer seem slim. Jurisdictional laws mean that sometimes a less-competent cop is running the investigation and there is nothing that the better cop can do about it because they don’t have the authority to take over. Annalisa doesn’t like this either, so she’s constantly skirting the official rules to track down answers and get her man.”

In addition, she must come to grips with the upheaval in her personal life. She may never live down with her family and fellow cops that she took down her own corrupt father, a highly respected police veteran, all while doing her job. She is also trying to figure out how she feels about her partner/lover Nick Carelli, to whom she was once married.

“Annalisa and Nick had a quickie marriage years ago when they were very young. It ended because Nick was cheating, and Annalisa hadn’t really wanted to get married to him in the first place. Now, years later, they are a much better match. Nick has matured and Annalisa has lost her fantasy about what a “perfect” marriage should look like. She had thought that her first love, Colin, was going to marry her. After it fell through and he ghosted her, she grabbed on to Nick. He is the kind of guy who is charming and wanted to fix her emotions. He knew she was looking for love and he decided to be that guy. Because of his unstable upbringing he was also looking for an instant family. They got married for all the wrong reasons. Neither had been honest with each other about their past. Now, they are much more honest with each other and are a better match. It’s harder to manage an honest relationship, but more rewarding too. They are both in law enforcement, so they understand the demands of the job, and Nick backs Annalisa when most of the other cops have abandoned her. Also, they make each other laugh, which goes a long way to explaining their connection. Nick played around on Annalisa so much during their marriage that it’s not inconceivable for him to have fathered a kid somewhere along the way. Cassidy is a minor character in Dead and Gone but she has a much larger role in the next book.”

This story has a feisty detective, family drama, and a lot of suspense and twists. Vega is a compelling character and the author balances well the casework, with her private life.

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star-shard · 2 years ago

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I read JLA: Act of God

Let's go. Review below.

To start this comic, I want to talk about the end of his comic, the last couple of pages.

We see heroes of the Justice League. Making a toast to their fallen fellow heroes, all in uniform. Clark Kent and Diana Prince see their new born son utilizing his new powers.

This should be a hopeful ending to a Justice League comic.

So why does it taste like shit.

Because, how it began.

The character assassination, the cynical preaching, the Christian overtones.

It overflows with love the sinner hate the sin energy.

Here we go.

The premise of heroes being stripped of their powers has potential, how do they carry on? What does a de-powered Justice League look like?

It's a great question... that is not answered.

This story quickly concludes that actually: 90% of super powered heroes in the Justice League are inept clueless losers that drop their heroics the second they lose their super powers.

Which, okay, a couple of them? Maybe a couple of them reveal they were in it for the glory. Finding our your friend never cared like you did, there is drama there.

Also something that will not be explored.

Instead, we view a destruction of character that is rare to witness.

Wonder Woman. Heroic, honest. She comes from a race of warriors and was taught the values of both power and when to instead use diplomacy. Sisterhood is the center of her roots.

In a world where she's become de-powered?

Instantly drops her Wonder Woman status. Makes no contact with the other amazons. Becomes a vapid stock broker and then converts to Christianity because it's just so unfair that she has no powers and god MUST have a reason, going on to preach in a well of self pity that everyone probably deserved to be de-powered anyway.

Not quite sure who this woman is, but she isn't Wonder Woman.

And she's not alone. Heroes drop like flies. They let go of their costumes, their names, and do... nothing. They don't work together to find a solution, they don't put their heads together on how to established a newly de-powered Justice League.

They just. Go home. And wait. And feel sad.

Superman, the leader of the Justice League, a man of moral fibre, that will help both a collapsing planet and also the collapsing tree branch that holds a scared kitten. A reporter for the Daily Planet that pushes headlines against corruption.

He instantly starts feeling bitter for losing his powers, never reaching out to the League. After three weeks of depression, Lois Lane divorces him. He latches onto Diana as a rebound, and then becomes an angry drunk for a year. Not once, lifting a finger to help anyone, not even for a moment in a three issue series.

This isn't loss 'changing a person'. This is telling the reader that the second that two valiant heroes lose their powers? They become self centered, unheroic shells of themselves.

These are characters well established that they will never give up. No matter what. And yet the writer implies that not only were they arrogant assholes with a god complex, but also that they deserved to lose everything, to learn a lesson.

And to gear back, Martian Manhunter immediately jumping on the 'we were arrogant gods' train an hour after losing their powers and they should just quit, and everyone eventually agreeing. That says it all.

The number of times that it's stated, over and over again. That this was needed, that they had god complexes and only saved people to prove something. It's cynical. Cut and dry.

Only after a year, only four former heroes out of dozens decide to contact Batman to learn how to crime fight.

If you want to write a story about how normal people can be heroes too and anyone attempting to be a god, isn't a real hero? That's not a bad message.

In fact, this is the perfect time to show off how good and juste the Justice League is. Show the confusion and pain of loss. But the REAL Justice League would work tirelessly to figure out how this happened.

They wouldn't just put Oracle on this to figure everything out. And then just wait for an answer and then give up. All the heroes would pitch in and use every resource they had.

While the tech heroes were out keeping the peace, the de-powered heroes would make pots of coffee and not rest until they went through every possibility as to who was behind this.

A hero in the Justice League wouldn't wait in a corner and then when it's declared a mystery: go home and do nothing.

After working to their limit to figure out this mystery together, they'd see the world in peril, overwhelmed by villains. They'd look to their fellow heroes that had never had powers.

And some would go into police work, become firefighters, but most would insist on continuing hero work. Batman, the ultimate unpowered hero, would absolutely assist Clark in honing his abilities.

Clark would surprise Bruce in how he actually knows a lot about fighting. After all, he's gone toe to toe with super villains that can break galaxies. He knows how to fight smart.

And then after some extra training, enter: Superman. No new name, no new identity. Showing he wasn't Superman because he could fly or shoot fire out of his eyes. He's Superman because he knows to step up and do what's right.

And in that way, anyone can be a Superman.

It's hopeful, it's inspiring.

This book doesn't focus on that.

Instead it infers that the Justice League is a club of arrogant people pretending to be 'gods', and therefore, deserved to be taken down a peg. Because them learning a lesson is worth the loss of life of thousands.

I can't say enough how they imply that saving human life was meaningless because the heroes weren't 'good enough'.

But here's how it is.

The truth is, the Justice League is a group of people that have come together to help others, taking on problems because there is strength in numbers, in community.

They save people, because it's the right thing to do.

This comic says that so many of these heroes, were never heroes. They just had power.

To that I say an honest and heart felt:

Fuck.

Off.

...What's truly insane is that the writer addresses even without powers, the villains are still villains. But it takes the heroes years to learn this. An interesting idea...

The last issue, 3/3 has an attempt at optimism.

Showing those four heroes rise up and try their best to fight crime... of course the heroes that accepted they were de-powered failures, of course.

And showing Clark go from dying alcoholic to built lumberjack 'off screen' I suppose is meant to hint at hope.

But even then, the underlying 'wrath of god' narrative still makes it feel dirty. Even if they never say out loud that yes, "God, father of Jesus Christ took our powers away", the amount of references to fire and brimstone and fallen angels, it's all there.

Simply put: It's Dennis Reynolds levels of 'implication'.

Oh and the only reason Superman became a hunky lumberjack was because he's found hope (god). And the previously suicidal Wonder Woman is cured now because she's pregnant with his child, her newly converted man is back so it's all good now. Of course.

Also Green Lantern trying his best and training his hardest to step up for a rematch? He dies right away.

So thats why I feel nothing seeing the team united at the end.

This wasn't earned. These people didn't work together. Batman and Superman didn't even talk to each other once. Over half the comic was hammering a misguided point. And then the back half of the third issue says how it was all worth it in the end.

And how the moral of the story, is that: While the powers of heroes may fade, it will never die.

In the hands of someone that understands the characters he's writing? Maybe that last line would mean something.

Also, if we could keep the Christ out of Comics, that'd be cool.

#JLA: Act of God #theres a good story somewhere there weighed down by bullshit #superman #batman #justice league #comic review

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anthonybialy · 2 years ago

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Rabidness on the Line

Leftist cultists understandably do anything they can to avoid interacting with the world. This place is so mean with its consequences, especially the outside part. People notice cause and effect out there. Don’t look up from your phone if you need to leave the bubble for plant-based snacks.

Indulging woke pandering requires heading to a place where even the theoretical doesn’t work. Try nowhere. This futuristic cyberspace virtual universe is the perfect place to reside if you’re trying to avoid indignities like rebuttals and outcomes.

Claims have never been easier to verify. You don’t have to take my word for it. Every person is a fact-checker, or at least should be. Reviewing assertions is remarkably easy, which makes the Washington Post and PolitiFact sucking at it despite being alleged professionals that much more shameful.

Or, trust Karine Jean-Pierre as the ultimate arbiter of truth. Very skeptical humans who think government’s job is to do everything but fight crime are particularly stubborn about checking their own claims, which is particularly annoying when doing so takes as little typing as tweeting that we’ll be safe once cops have no money. Dealing with actuality is far trickier when you avoid researching in favor of seeking likes for claiming America still benefits from slavery.

The shrillest fanatics are not going to look up anything elitist like facts. Everyone can access all the information ever with a few touches. But typing a couple words seems like a total hassle. That’s after opening the app, ugh.

Pious ignorance is reaffirmed during virtual circle jerks. Don’t you dare presume the identities of participants. Reaffirming a distortion is a sick fetish, although we’re never supposed to issue judgment on the screwed-up perversions of others.

Companies are not selling their products. It’s no wonder the economy blows. Sellers seeking praise from social justice specialists have little concern for quality control. The serotonin hit provided by retweets and replies doesn’t just apply to individuals. And you thought corporations weren’t people.

Peddling smugness is apparently more worthwhile than getting cash in exchange for services. Social media preeners will never buy a thing despite vowing to spend all their discretionary income plus some of their rent money on stuff sold by companies whose social media accounts condemn the Second Amendment or the right of the unborn to emerge.

Online followers praising lunacy doesn’t seem to be a wise business plan. Companies who follow it deserve to vacate their world headquarters. They’ll naturally blame free enterprise for failing. Obeying loathers of it kind of seems like they weren’t obeying market forces all along. But there’s nobody to point out the error in the online equivalent of an economics class full of pinkos.

Saying things makes them so. I was told such. Shrieking internet residents who debate whether smashing capitalism or the patriarchy takes precedence would never steer me wrong. It’s a bit challenging to debate in quarters where histrionic leftist doctrine is treated like it creates both prosperity and election wins.

The sort of people who think Joe Biden is a cool old pal are undoubtedly in touch with results. The awesome dude they wish was their grandpa will save us from inflation and skyrocketing gas prices caused by some mean conglomerate.

Unforgivable student loan forgiveness means students majored in theft. Constant self-righteous calls infest Twitter like useless degrees. If sanctimonious moaners spent as much time earning as they do demanding to not pay bills, they would’ve made enough to cover costs.

Of course, it’s tough to find something productive after purchasing an education that didn’t seem to feature much acquisition of knowledge. Buying something useless will make anyone feel like disputing the charge, which should provide incentive to not buy something without value in the first place.

The presumption government could fix anything if only it were allowed to intervene will surely lead to fulfillment. Looking for dissent means dealing with icky bigoted Republicans who think people are capable of spending what they earned. It’s much easier to announce politicians more worried about collecting blood-covered currency from the gun lobby than check just how much crime happens in locales where only the law-abiding can’t obtain them. Statistics are so impersonal.

Ganging up on those who notice biology is not quite the most logical way to be scientific. The nerve of using pronouns that weren’t selected that morning must be punished with banishment. Forgiveness is for the weak, according to the open-minded. There’s no more heinous crime in these modern times than deadnaming someone. Actual felonies get excused away. Can you believe more things are getting stolen?

Noting the internet is not like real life has been in vogue since AOL chatrooms. The claim is inaccurate in the sense each account is operated by humans, aside from the Instagram accounts that are suspiciously interested in experiencing my romantic overtures.

But the point remains that cyber-participants don’t have to worry about an instant response in person. Ghastly invective spewed from behind a screen is as shameful as concluding anyone who wants marriage to be how it always was until a couple years ago is tacitly revealing a desire to jail those attracted to the same gender.

It’s as tough to sense eye rolls online as it is sarcasm. Foes of contemporary daftness just have to learn to not pander to maniacs as you would politely. You’d excuse yourself from someone at a bar or wedding reception explaining how pronouns save lives. Avoiding the irritating is even easier to do so with a block button.

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ok, i'm back. the comments on this are more 'yeah, fort max deserved to retire!' etc and while I get that it's actually not what i'm thinking about here!

the bigger issue for me is that the obvious takeaway from minimus' journey in RiL is that the duly appointed enforcer office should no longer exist, and in fact should never have existed. the entire thrust of both the lead up to and climax of the reveal about the role, and tyrest, and the armour, is that it's a very noble-looking facade that covers a concept that is impossibly idealized at best and actively so prone to corruption at worst that it's unsalvagable. and minimus has to be able to disconnect himself from his identification with it to grow and move past his breakdown following the end of the war.

minimus rejecting tyrest, despite both his own deep-seated need for the approval and prestige that role gives him and the desire for a set of rules he can follow to the letter and feel are Inherently Good, is the crux there. it's the point where he's able to assert his own sense of justice that is set apart from being like, Ultimate Cop For War Crimes. and the stuff we learn about tyrest in the course of the story makes it clear, and minimus even sort of references this at a couple points, that it was always a bad idea for tyrest to be doing what he does. everything from the one guy setting all the rules to the entire magnus project was always a terrible idea that was going to lead to corruption! tyrest being a corrupt asshole goes back not to the war but before the war, when he conspired to keep the cold construct project's origins secret. (which almost certainly helped fuel the conflicts that led to the war.)

and minimus being this genuinely enormously principled person who genuinely wants to do it perfectly made no impact on that whatsoever until minimus' sense of individual justice causes him to ignore Tyrest's changes to the law and shoot the fucker. that's the big important bit that makes it all work, i think.

and if you just read the comic itself, that's all fine… but then the role gets handed over to fort max in the epilogue and. gah. it undermines a lot of that to me, unfortunately. because it suggests that the role was bad for minimus, or because the Wrong Person was in charge of it with Tyrest, when the far stronger takeaway would be 'hm maybe Perfect Unstoppable Supercop is literally a bad idea'. you know?

and it's not like this is not congruent with early MTMTE- both its spiritual precursor of sorts Chaos Theory and then Shadowplay have this whole very common trope of 'what if the GOOD authority figures/cops/etc could fix it' stuff going on that you could do an entire actual analysis of in a broader context. but it feels like a last-second miss in RiL where it comes REALLY close to pulling off the theme it sets up and then is like… well, we need to get rid of Fort Max though… and we beat Tyrest…

i mean. obviously it's ALSO ridiculous once you think about it to be like 'hi max, know you're currently dealing with debilitating PTSD you are barely starting recovery for, would you like to take this violent, stressful and extremely isolated task on and also now you cannot attend therapy anymore', lmao. but mostly it annoys me because it undercuts the set of arguments presented, deliberately or accidentally, by minimus' role in the story. so i think the RiL climax would have been immeasurably better if it was putting the whole thing to rest symbolically as a bad idea, and minimus being the last person to hold the role, and the best at it in the end because he was able to realise it was a bad idea and refute it.

every time i reread remain in light i remember that my one big opinion about it that I'm pretty sure noone much agrees with is that fort max becoming the new duly appointed etc etc was not just sorta unnecessary, but actually kind of a bad choice imo, and it annoys me kind of a lot bc otherwise i love almost everything of note in that arc, haha

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Happy 800!!

how about false god with javi gutierrez ? taylor always has me in the trenches with that song 😫

False God

pairing: javi g x reader

warnings: NSFW 18+, unprotected sex, angst, breakup-ish?, lots of talk of religion in a probably super blasphemous way but i don’t care (if you do, just skip this one!), fluffy makeups.

words: 1.8k

a/n: first attempt at a javi g fic i’m pretty sure, and i’m realizing writing him is just not my forte 😂 so after posting my upcoming request for “gorgeous”, i will no longer be attempting to write this beautiful puppy dog of a character since i don’t feel i can do him justice lmao

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We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you? We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us. Remember how I'd fly to you?

It was never supposed to go on this long. What began as a one-night-stand one summer in Majorca turned into a couple nights in his mansion, turning into a couple weeks in his arms, and now…

“Can’t you just fly to New York? Just for one night?” You begged on facetime, Javi’s golden face looking at yours with a frown. It had been a month since you’d last seen him—last felt him. It was unrealistic at best, your long distance relationship with this young, gorgeous, puppy-dog of a billionaire, but it was what your heart desired. “I flew to you last time.”

“You did,” He chuckled at your righteous tone, combing his curls back. “And I remember just how well that went. And how many times we went. But I can’t, amorcito. I have to go to Los Angeles this week to do some interviews for the movie, then I’m going to London to meet with the producers for my next film…I’m sorry. I miss you so much.”

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You were more than proud of his career taking off, especially since it meant he was getting away from the crime business once and for all, but you couldn’t help but feel pushed to the side. You knew it was selfish. He still made sure to call you everyday, still kept in touch, still sent flowers and gifts to you when he knew you were feeling particularly lonely. He was doing everything right, but the distance clouded his actions. “Hey, I gotta go.”

“What? Where?” He furrowed his brows, his accent getting thicker the more worked up he got.

“I’m going to go out…go…take my mind off things.” You sighed and set the phone down on your bed, rubbing your temples in frustration.

“Princesa, please…I want to be there, to be able to come and be with you, but I’m just too busy this month.” He felt his stomach churn with nerves as you pressed the red button to end the call, silencing your phone. You needed to remind yourself that your life and happiness didn’t revolve around this perfect man—or at least pretend for a night.

I know heaven's a thing—I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fight with you. But we can patch it up good, make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you.

It had been one long, painful, exhausting week of fighting with your Spanish lover. It was a constant back and forth. You were upset that he still refused to come visit, even if only for a fucking hour like you’d begged him to. Javi was upset that you kept hanging up on him every time he tried to explain his situation, feeling like he meant so little to you that you’d just leave anytime it got a little tough.

It went on and on like this every night. Hell delivering itself right at your fingertips any time he’d call, just for the two of you to end up fighting again. Never had a man been able to stir such extremes in you. Life had never felt so bad than when Javi shouted at you. Just like life never felt so good when he shouted for you. The two opposite sides of the coin you couldn’t stop yourself from flipping. Heaven or hell, heaven or hell. Would you call him up and tell him how badly you missed his face between your thighs, or would you call him up to let him know he’d never see you again?

Before you could make your mind up, a furious knocking sounded on your apartment door, causing a furrow in your brows. You stood up from your bed where you had been holding your phone, hovering over the “call” button, and walked to your door. Looking through the peephole, you felt your heart stutter when you saw a familiar head of golden curls standing on the other side. Quickly opening it, Javi turned to you with a look of pure concern, eyes studying you from head to toe for a second before he was lunging towards you, hands cradling your face as he walked you backwards.

“Missed you.” He spoke against your lips, your hands gripping at his shirt as he closed the door with his foot and walked you back down the hall. “Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t do anything.”

“I can’t believe you’re here.” You breathed out as you finally reached your bedroom, the backs of your knees soon hitting your mattress. Javi kissed down your jaw and neck, his hands gripping all over your body as though to make sure you were really there, your hands shaking as they did the same. “Thought I’d never see you again.”

“Never.” He shook his head and pulled back, his pretty brown eyes locking with yours. “I’m yours, tú eres mi vida.”

“I love you,” You confessed for the first time, swept away by his presence and his gaze. It wasn’t supposed to come out, but it had, and Javi could only do one thing in response.

“Oh, mi amor, I love you too.” He nodded and leaned back in to your lips, softer and full of tenderness as he laid you down, his hands working at the button of his pants while you tried to shimmy your shorts off. “I’ve been walking around like a sick dog. I went to have lunch with Nick and—“

“Is this going to be a long story, because…” You gestured to your now bare lower half, Javi taking in the way it glistened just for him. He chuckled and shook his head, deciding to table his story for later. “No foreplay, not right now. Just need to feel you.”

“Are you sure, mi vida? I don’t want to—“

“I’m sure, mi amor.” You held his face in your hands as he hovered over you, your smile matching his as he smiled down at you in that puppy-dog way that endeared him to you like no other. “I’m ready.”

“Okay,” He leaned down and kissed you, softly at first until the thick head of his length pushed inside. The two of you sighed against each other’s lips at the long-forgotten contact, your kiss soon deepening again as he withdrew his length only to push back inside. “Feels like heaven, mi vida.”

We might just get away with it. Religion's in your lips. Even if it's a false god, we'd still worship. We might just get away with it. The altar is my hips. Even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love.

“Slow, just like that, Javi.” You couldn’t believe how holy such a sinful act could feel, his tip expertly gliding against that perfect spot deep inside you with every thrust. It felt like a certain kind of worship, the way his body gave and gave and gave to you. He felt it too. Your wetness all around him, his own personal temple to absolve himself of every sin he’d ever committed.

“You are perfect,” he breathed out into your ear as his head hung in the crook of your neck, your fingers laced with his curls while your other hand held the swell of his ass to guide his deep strokes. “So perfect. I’m so sorry for ever letting you think you came second to me, mi vida. You’re the—oh—only thing I care about.”

“Show me,” you begged, voice breathy and pitched as you desperately sought euphoria. “Please, Javi, show me.”

“Si, bonita.” He nodded and lifted his head, sitting back on his launches and pressing your legs to your chest. He slid in at the perfect angle like this, your thighs trembling beneath his hands as he continued carving into you slowly, expertly, in every way you never knew you needed. Your head pressed into the pillows, hands gripping the sheets to ground yourself, your breath being held and released over and over again as you concentrated on the pleasure of it all. “Let go for me, mi vida.”

“Oh, Javi!” You slipped deep into your climax, half-fearing that you’d never recover from it as it vibrated through your ever nerve long after it’s peak. Javier leaned over your form again, driving his hips in deep and hard as he joined you in your sinful garden of eden, his spend coating your walls as he did.

“Fuck,” He hissed as his eyes squeezed shut, his hips involuntarily grinding into you still as you both laid there together. His lips found your skin, whatever they could reach, and left trails of thanks over it. Your hands tan over every inch of tanned skin you could find, soothing not only him but yourself. “I bought a place here in New York.”

“What?” You lifted his head from where it laid in your shoulder, your mind skeptical but your smile growing any way.

“I don’t want to be in Spain anymore. There’s nothing for me there. My home is here, with you.” He ran his thumb over your cheek, heart fluttering in his chest as he took in your growing grin.

“And your movies?”

“I’ll have to travel every now and then for work, but…makes my plane ride shorter. Flying from here to LA is a lot easier than from Majorca.” He kissed your cheek and finally slid out of you, resting close to your side and snuggling you in. “You’re my future. The movies are just…my hobby.”

“Your hobby that makes you lots of money.”

“Money to spend on you, on us…maybe on a family down the road—“

“Okay, let’s take it one step at a time, my pretty boy.” You chuckled and turned in his arms, looking straight into his brown eyes. “You’re my future, too.”

“Good, that would’ve been so awkward.” He joked, making you chuckle. “Can I tell you about my latest visit with my super close Hollywood friend, Nicolas Cage, now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s hear it.”

“Okay so it was a warm, beautifully sunny day in Los Angeles—well, it was actually a little too warm, you know? Like for a city this close to the ocean, you really expect to feel more of a breeze, but it was honestly fucking dry and pathetic there…”

On and on he went about his meeting, and on and on you listened. He was a man who loved tangents, but he was also a man you loved. You would’ve sat there all night and listened to him muse over another grown man if he insisted, because now there was no clock on your visits, no countdown to your inevitable parting. He was here to stay. All the distance between you, and the worry that this religion of a love affair was fleeting seemed to vanish in an instance.

Your false god was here to stay.

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