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I'm seeing some confusion out and about over the title A Companion to Owls (generally along the lines of 'what have owls got to do with it???'), so I'd like to offer my interpretation (with a general disclaimer that the Bible and particularly the Old Testament are damn complicated and I'm not able to address every nuance in a fandom tumblr post, okay? Okay):
It's a phrase taken from the Book of Job. Here's the quote in full (King James version):
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
--(Job 30:29)
Job is describing the depths of his grief, but also, with that last line, his position in the web of providence.
Throughout the Old Testament, owls are a recurring symbol of spiritual devastation. Deuteronomy 4:17 - Isaiah 34:11 - Psalm 102: 3 - Jeremiah 50: 39...just to name a few (there's more). The general shape of the metaphor is this: owls are solitary, night-stalking creatures, that let out either mournful cries or terrible shrieks, that inhabit the desolate places of the world...and (this is important) they are unclean.
They represent a despair that is to be shunned, not pitied, because their condition is self-inflicted. You defied God (so the owl signifies), and your punishment is...separation. From God, from others, from the world itself. To call and call and never, ever receive an answer.
Your punishment is terrible, tormenting loneliness.
(and that exact phrase, "tormenting loneliness," doesn't come from me...I'm pulling it from actual debate/academia on this exact topic. The owls, and what they are an omen for. Oof.)
To call yourself a 'companion to owls,' then, is to count yourself alongside perhaps the most tragic of the damned --not the ones who defy God out of wickedness or ignorance, and in exile take up diabolical ends readily enough...but the ones who know enough to mourn what they have lost.
So, that's how the title relates to Job: directly. Of course, all that is just context. The titular "companion to owls," in this case, isn't Job at all.
Because this story is about Aziraphale.
The thing is that Job never actually defied God at all, but Aziraphale does, and he does so fully believing that he will fall.
He does so fully believing that he's giving in to a temptation.
He's wrong about that, but still...he's realized something terrifying. Which is that doing God's will and doing what's right are sometimes mutually exclusive. Even more terrifying: it turns out that, given the choice between the two...he chooses what's right.
And he's seemingly the only angel who does. He's seemingly the only angel who can even see what's wrong.
Fallen or not, that's the kind of knowledge that...separates you.
(Whoooo-eeeeee, tormenting loneliness!!!)
Aziraphale is the companion.
...I don't think I need to wax poetic about Aziraphale's loneliness and grappling with devotion --I think we all, like, get it, and other people have likely said it better anyway. So, one last thing before I stop rambling:
Check out Crowley's glasses.
(screenshots from @seedsofwinter)
Crowley is the owl.
Crowley is the goddamn owl.
#good omens#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#there's probably a few thousand words more I could say about this but. I think I'll just hang the implications deliciously aloft for now.#something something tfw the embodiment of all your worst fears and self-doubts shows you the only real kindness you've known for centuries#you can't help but love him and you can't help but fear him but above all you TRUST him the way you're supposed to trust God but don't#brrrrrrr#do you think Crowley would vibe with being an omen of spiritual devastation or do you think he would get drunk about it#good omens meta
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Thinking about Mike avoiding you after you saw him beating that man in the fountain ‘cause in his mind you think that he’s a monster and never want to see him again
(Sorry for any mistake, that’s not my first language)
dont apologise hun!
you worked at the coffee stand in the mall. wasn't the best pay and perhaps the hours were sometimes a little too long but you got to work in the same building as your boyfriend so, it wasn't the end of the world.
you were busy cleaning the counter, "is that mike-? y/n! y/n!" your co-worker called you and you quickly walked over to where she was, following her eyesight and suddenly there was your boyfriend tackling a man into a fountain. "oh my god" you mumbled, practically jumping over the counter and running to where you boyfriend was beating the ever living fuck out of some guy. but you knew mike, he wasn't one just to spring attacks, there had to be a good cause for this, a decent enough reason. you watched as your boyfriend was pulled off the guy by jeremiah, his coworker, and everyone was crowding around, and thats when mike had made eye contact with you. there was a confused look upon your face which he mistook for fear and disappointment. "wha-" you had mouthed, motioning to what had happened but he quickly had looked away.
you'd picked mike up from the police station that evening and he hadn't muttered a single word to you nor made eye contact with you. the car journey was silent, and when you arrived home he just got out the car and into the house. you'd sighed and gotten out the car, and walked into the house, max shared a quizzical look at you. "yeah, i dont know. thanks for watching abby though" you handed her a $30 and she said her goodbyes before leaving.
"what's wrong with mike?" abby had asked, you didn't want to tell her anything. so you told her he'd had a long day and that she should be getting ready for bed. you tucked her up in bed and left her to sleep.
the evening carried on and you wanted to let mike collect himself before you spoke to him, he needed space sometimes and you totally respected that. but by like 10pm, he was still in the room. you had knocked a few times on the door but you were met with silence. he finally emerged from the bedroom around 11pm to find you sat on the couch watching tv. "baby?" you spoke up, but he ignored you and went off into the kitchen to grab water, "mike? hello?" you'd stood up now and made your way over to him, blocking him so he couldn't walk away, he was face forward, leaning against the counter staring out into space "baby, please talk to me" mike hated how your voice sounded sad, he didn't want to make you sad.
"i'm not mad at you or anything mike, i promise, i just want you to talk to me" you said softly, walking behind him and hugging him from behind, "im not sure what happened but i promise you mike, i am not mad at you or anything like that, okay?"
"im sorry" his voice was quiet, "i just, uh, it looked like he was taking the kid y'know, and then you were there and you looked scared of me and i-"
"i could never be scared of you" you mumbled into his shoulder, pressing a kiss there "we can talk about it later, lets just go to bed yeah?"
mike nodded, and the two of you went to bed.
(its a bit shit soz<;3)
#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's x reader
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"Let Not the Wise Man Boast"
“Let Not the Wise Man Boast”
Ours is a boasting culture. Trash talking is not only accepted but expected. Whether it is on the field of competition, the corporate world, rooting for our local or favorite sports teams, boasting over who has never lost a basketball competition between brothers or friends. It is common. It is part of every new truck off the assembly line and every new technological breakthrough. Boasting–trash…
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a dirkjohnner put this Pastor's Son AU in my brain and now I made art about it :3
alt version w/ text and small fic under the cut !!!
(Theyre reading Jeremiah 2:30)
You met him in bible study.
You're not Christian, in fact, you wouldn't even consider yourself mono-theistic agnostic, your Bro encouraged you to go to a study as an excuse to get you out of the house for a while, and since biblical lore is pretty dope, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So, snagging the gold-colored Bible from off your living room shelf was the only attempt you made at fitting in before you walked into the First Methodist Church at the end of the block eight minutes before the Bible study was set to begin.
Walking into the office space-esque room, you can see a dark-haired boy sitting at the round table, he's dressed like a nerd and in any other situation, you would walk right up and tell him so. As you take your seat, one facing his, he seems to glance at you from over his notes once or twice, he has verses written down with comments under each one. The session hasn't even started and the kid has notes?
The allotted time for the start of the study strikes and you don't even open the Bible you brought, a Gideon's taken from a hotel room drawer, apparent from the small stamp of a vase on the cover.
The nerd stands up, and before you can think he's just headed to the bathroom, He introduces himself, "Good morning everybody, My name is John Egbert, but please call me John!" he must be pastor Egbert's son then, "And I'll be leading you in study today!" His smile gleams so brightly that if it weren't for your shades you would've gone blind. He straightens and flattens his tie as he bows slightly and sits back down to review his notes.
Yeah, you're totally coming to the next study.
#finally a full drawing#i opened an actual art program for this instead of using mspaint#dirk strider#john egbert#word count: 301#dirkjohn#johndirk#bytez art tag#homestuck#homestuck fanart
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New Girl ( Conrad Fisher x Fem!reader )
Description: your family decides to take a summer vacation to cousins beach for the first time, but what happens when you catch the eyes of none other Conrad Fisher
Warnings: none,
A/n this is my first tsitp imagine so please be nice! 😂
Part two
You sat in the back seat of your cousins SUV as you and you’re family were driving to cousins beach for a family vacation. Everyone of your family took 3 cars, your aunt and uncle and their family, your mom and dad, and your grandparents. It was a 4 hour car ride and you were getting tired of the constant bickering that you endured with your cousins which consisted of what movie to watch. Princess and the frog, or Spider-Man.
“Mommy! I want to watch tiana!” Said your little cousin at the age of 5, who was in her Princess car seat
“But I want to watch Spider-man!” Said your other cousin who was the age of 8
“Guys guys, you both can watch both movies at the beach house.” Said your aunt as she looked at the two kids “now we’re almost there, why don’t you guys bother Y/n.”
‘Great’ you thought as you sunk in the very back seat looking out the window
After an hour driving, and Ambree’s constant bickering about all the things that she wants to do this summer even though she’s five, you finally arrived
“Finally.” You said as you got out of the car
“Y/n wait for me!! I have little legs!!” Shouted Ambree as she tried to get lose from her car seat “mommy!”
You ignored your family as you took in the glory. The wind in the air that brushed your long y/h/c hair, the smell of the ocean breeze in the air, let’s just say that this was long needed after being in the car with your cousins for 5 hours
“Y/n help me with the bags will you?” Asked your mother as she had 3 bags in her arms as she carried them in, you walking to the trunk of the car until you heard something in the distance
“Hey!”
You looked up confused at the boy.
“Hey?” You said
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here.” Said the boy as he walked closer to you “I’m Jeremiah by the way, I’m in the house next door.”
“Y/n.” You said as you shook his hand “this is actually my first time visiting this place.” You said as you tried to get a bag out “I’m here with my family for the summer.”
“Cool!” Said Jeremiah as he smiled, you two looked at each other before you were interrupted by Ambree
“Y/n, you promised me you would play princesses with me.”
You looked down at your little cousin before muttering something under your breath
“I told you I’m not playing princesses with you.”
“Im telling mommy!” Said Ambree as she ran off hollering towards your aunt
“Princesses?”
“Don’t ask…” you said “the perks of being the only oldest cousin in the family.”
“Well if you ever need an escape you can always come over if you would like.”
“Thanks, I’ll take that into consideration.” You said, you were interrupted when your aunt hollered your name
“Y/n L/n, you get over here!”
“I better go.”
“Ok see you around.” Said Jeremiah as he waved at you, watching you walk away before walking away himself
——
It’s been a couple weeks, and you heard that there was a party down at the beach, you wanted to go but you were afraid of what your parents would say, so you snuck out until you got caught by your mom
“Where are you going?” Asked your mom as she was putting dinner away into the fridge “and why are you dressed like that?”
You looked down at your outfit, which consisted of a red and black striped cropped top, and some Jean shorts, along with some black strappy sandals before looking back up at your mom
“Clothes…” you said “I’m actually going next door, Jeremiah invited me.” You lied
“Ok just be home by 11.”
“12?” You said as you let out a big smile, hoping that it would convince your mom of extending your curfew
“Make it 11:30! And that’s it!”
“Thank you mom.” You said as you hugged your mom before walking out
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You arrived at the Beach, you were standing around being new to the area was kinda hard as you didn’t know anybody, that was until you saw a familiar face.
“Y/n you made it!” Said Jeremiah as he approached you, drink in hand “I want you to meet Steven.”
“Hi,” you said as you waved at him “I’m y/n.”
“I heard some great things about you.”
You nodded your head, before rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, that was until you caught someone staring at you
“That’s Conrad.” Said Jeremiah as he noticed you looking his direction “he’s my brother.”
“Oh, cool.” You said, you looked down at your phone before realizing that it was past 11:15 “sorry I have to get going, promised my mom I’ll be home by 11:30.”
“Ok, you should come over sometime.” Said Jeremiah as smiled at you before walking away, leaving steven behind
“It was great to meet you,” said steven “by the way, welcome to cousins beach.” Then he walked away.
You did a salute before walking the other direction, that was until someone stopped you
“Hi, I don’t believe I’d seen you around here.”
“Oh, that because I’m new here, my family and I are staying at a beach house for the summer.”
The boy smiled before extending his hand
“I’m Conrad.”
“Y/n.” You said as you shook his hand, which lasted about 10 seconds before you let go of his hand “I better get going.” Then after that you walked away leaving him staring at you as he smiled.
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The summer I turned pretty masterlist
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Never Say Never
Chapter 3
Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader
Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.
No posting schedule.
18+ only for eventual smut
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“Jeremiah and I are going to build a fort when I spend the night,” Eli told you from the back seat as you drove him to school. This sleepover tomorrow was all he had been able to talk about all morning. “He said his daddy builds the most epic forts that take up the whole living room and he’s gonna ask him if he’ll build us one. And we’re going to watch Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders. And Jeremiah has a Gameboy and he said he’s going to let me play on it! I think I’m going to ask Santa for a Gameboy this Christmas!”
“Wow,” you replied, smiling to yourself as your eyes darted to the rearview mirror, relishing the excitement on your son’s face. “Well, Christmas is pretty far away, buddy, but you save that idea.”
“Well, Christmas is way closer than my birthday now because that already happened and I have to wait a whole ten months for my birthday to come again but Christmas is only eight months away.”
“You’re right. Christmas is closer.”
“Yeah, and the Easter bunny doesn’t bring stuff like Gameboys. He just brings some candy and small stuff.”
“That’s right. I think asking Santa for it is a really good idea.” Plus, that would give you some time to save up for it. You made good money but working off of a single income meant you started saving for Christmas long before the holiday arrived.
“Yeah, I think so too,” your son replied, his little face serious. “Maybe I’ll start working on my list so it’s all ready. Oh! And Jeremiah said that we can ask his dad if we can go for a night walk. They take their flashlights and Miles and walk around in the dark! Isn’t that cool?”
“The coolest! That all sounds pretty amazing, buddy. You’re going to have the best time.”
“I know! And we get to spend the whole day together! We have baseball and then we’re going to get ice cream and then I’m sleeping at his house. It’s going to be the best day of my whole life!”
You laughed, “Well, that’s a pretty big statement. You still have a lot of life yet to go, but I am sure it will be the best day of your seven years so far.”
Turning into the drop-off line, you waved to Ms. Lincoln, Eli’s kindergarten teacher, who was standing to the side, greeting the kids as they came in. She’d been so vital to Eli that year. He’d lost his dad just a couple months into the year and she’d been so empathetic and kind to him. You would forever be grateful for the way she’d helped your son navigate such a confusing and awful time.
It had been difficult for Eli to understand the permanence of what had happened, especially when his dad being gone for a long period of time was not unusual. He continually asked when Justin was coming home, each inquiry another ice pick straight into your chest, when you would have to explain, again, that daddy couldn’t come home this time. He couldn’t ever come home again.
Ms. Lincoln had taken a special interest in him, knowing his love of superheroes, something that had come about because you had told him once that his daddy was one. Eli envisioned his dad like Superman, saving people’s lives, which wasn’t entirely untrue. His teacher was the one who encouraged him to draw. That was when he’d created Master Marine, a superhero with blond hair and blue eyes just like his dad that swooped in and saved the day, defeating the bad guys.
Every single time a new picture made its way onto your fridge, you would battle back the darkness. The darkness that sat just to the side, waiting to swallow you whole. The darkness you fought every morning, knowing you had to get up, knowing you had to keep moving or you would become stuck. And you couldn’t become stuck because your son needed you.
He needed you to be his mother, needed you to be strong and show him that everything was okay, needed you to keep going to your job so you had a place to live and food to eat. So as much as those pictures used to tear you up, take whatever pieces you'd managed to tape back together and run them through the shredder each time they appeared, you knew they were helping your son cope. Even his therapist had said art was an excellent outlet for him. So, when he would present you with a new one, Master Marine saving a young child that looked just like Eli from a bully at school or saving a woman with your hair and eyes from an evil mastermind, you would smile and gush about how amazing it was, sticking it to the fridge with a magnet.
“Bye mommy!” Eli yelled as you moved up to the front of the school, one of the fourth grade teachers opening the back door for him.
“Bye buddy. Have a good day. I love you!”
“Love you too!”
He turned back and waved to you over his shoulder before disappearing into the red brick building, his Batman backpack bobbing on his back. You turned out of the school and onto the road, heading for your favorite coffee shop.
You had a rare Friday off and you were starting it off by meeting Janice for coffee, a little ritual you had whenever you had a weekday off. It didn’t happen often but when it did, you savored every single moment of it. Your life was a constant cycle of work, running errands, doing household chores, and being a mom. To have six hours of time where no one required anything from you was a gift, one you didn’t get very often, and one you never took for granted.
Some people might use that extra day to catch up on household chores or run errands. But you didn’t, not if you could help it. You used that time to meet your friend, enjoying a slow coffee that you could savor instead of inhaling it just to get the caffeine to kick in. You used it to actually sit down and read a book or lay on the couch and watch tv shows you couldn’t ever watch when Eli was around. The laundry and the messy house would still be there tomorrow. The grocery store wouldn’t cease to exist if you didn’t go today.
Opening up the door to Brewed Awakening, you instantly felt like you were home, the atmosphere always so warm and welcoming. June, the owner, a woman around your age with long black hair and startling green eyes, waved from behind the counter. You waved back, inhaling the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, already feeling that zing of energy, as if your body knew what was coming and was preparing for it.
You had been coming here for coffee since June had opened the place four years ago. Your love of coffee is what had brought you to the door but the atmosphere and the friendly owner is what kept you coming back. It didn’t hurt that June made an excellent cinnamon mocha. But what she’d done with the space turned it into an inviting place that kept you wanting to come back.
The decor was like a warm hug, full of comfortable furniture and cozy blankets. People often curled up in the squishy armchairs with their mug of coffee, reading a book, a blanket draped across their lap. Or they might be cross legged, on one of the wide chairs at a table, working on their laptop. The walls were a canvas of photos and artwork, small cafes from all around the world, allowing you to imagine that you were sipping a cappuccino in Vienna or enjoying a cafe latte in Paris.
“Hey girl,” June greeted with a smile as you approached the counter. “Cinnamon latte as usual?”
“Yes, please. I’m actually meeting Janice but she’s not here yet, of course.”
June winked, “Of course. Our Janice prefers to be fashionably late. Want me to get her Flat White ready?”
There it was, that feeling of belonging, like you were old friends even if the only encounters you ever had were at this counter. June had to serve hundreds of coffees a day but she knew every single regular’s order and often took the time to learn personal things about them as well. Often, you would approach to find your drink already ready, June preparing it the moment she saw you walk in.
“Yes please.”
“How’s my favorite little guy doing?” asked June as she steamed the milk.
“Oh, he’s great. He actually started playing baseball. His first practice was yesterday and he loved it,” you told her, slipping your credit card into the reader.
“Yeah? That’s great. I played softball all through school and I loved it. I can’t wait for him to come in with you so he can tell me all about it.”
“I’ll have to pop in with him sometime this weekend. You know how much he loves your hot chocolate.”
June laughed, setting the cups on the counter and leaning in, whispering, “Just so you know, that’s my Eli special. Not everyone gets extra whipped cream, chocolate chips, and crushed candy canes on their hot chocolate. Just my favorites.”
She winked and you smiled as you took the two coffees and headed over to two squishy armchairs that were free. You sat, sipping on your blessed caffeine, only waiting a few moments before Janice came swirling into the coffee shop like the tornado she was, apologies already falling from her lips for being late. Not that they were necessary. Late was just her perpetual way of being. You'd accepted that about your friend. You learned long ago that if you needed Janice ready at five, then you had to tell her four or you’d be waiting a while.
You held up your friend’s coffee and Janice took it with a smile, flopping down into the chair with a dramatic sigh, “Thank you. You are my favorite person ever.”
“I already had that title. I’ve had that title for a very long time. I didn’t need to buy you coffee for that so maybe you should pay me back. What a waste of my money,” you teased.
Janice stuck her tongue out. “You only stay my favorite because you supply my caffeine habit. Sorry I’m late. I was editing photos from that wedding I had a few weeks ago and I completely lost track of time. Then I raced out the door and got in my car and realized I didn’t have my purse. So, then I had to run back in and then the house phone rang and it was my mom and you know how hard it is to get her off the phone. And then when I told her I was meeting you, she had to know how you were doing and if you’ve found a guy from online dating so I was filling her in on what a disaster that was. And…”
“It’s fine,” you laughed, not surprised at all that Janice had told her mom all about your online dating escapades. The two were more like best friends, only sixteen years between them, than mother and daughter. “I never expect you to be on time anyway.”
“You know, I should be offended but that’s fair,” your friend shrugged and then she lurched forward, hand on the arm of your chair. “But I really was trying to get here on time today because I am dying to know how last night went with the hot dad.”
“You know it wasn’t a date, right?”
Janice waved her hand, groaning loudly, “He brought dinner to your place. It’s practically date adjacent.”
“Our kids were there. I told you that. Do you even listen when I talk? Eli and Jeremiah were just having a playdate. He brought pizza. It wasn’t even in the same zip code as a date.”
“So…you’re not interested in him at all?” Janice’s eyebrows lifted to her hairline, coffee cup brought to her lips, challenging you. Damn, she knew you too well. “Aha! I knew it! It’s all over your face. You are a smitten kitten and I love it! You’re definitely interested.”
You groaned, your head resting against the back of the chair. “Maybe…I don’t know. Janice, this is all very strange for me. And he’s just the dad of my kid’s friend. It’s not like he asked me out or hit on me or gave me any sign that he’s interested in me at all. He didn’t approach me at some bar and buy me a drink. I approached him to ask about his son coming to my house to play. I don’t even know if he’s single.”
“Well, that’s easy enough to figure out. Just ask him. When are you going to see him again?”
“Tomorrow. The boys have baseball practice again and then Eli is going to spend the night at their house.”
You looked down at your coffee, focusing on the dots of cinnamon speckled across the foam, not wanting Janice to read your expression. You did not want her to see how excited you felt at the idea of seeing him again and to read too much into it because you didn’t even know how you felt about it.
Yeah, you were lonely sometimes. Eli was your entire world and you had Janice and Matt. You weren't alone but sometimes you wished for someone to be around. Someone that was yours. Someone who might take care of you, offer to rub your feet or handle things while you took a bath. Someone you could curl up with while you watched a movie or who would make the salad while you prepared dinner. Someone to talk to, to share about your day, to hold your hand while you strolled through the grocery store.
It was dumb, really. Silly. You knew that. You should be perfectly content with everything you had, everything you'd had before you lost Justin. Not everyone got to experience a love like you had. But even when you had him, because of his job, he wasn’t always there. You'd spent lots of evenings alone. Being alone was not anything new for you but there was something vastly different about being alone, knowing your person was coming home to you at some point versus being alone knowing they never would.
“Okay, perfect. So you ask him tomorrow.”
“How am I supposed to ask him if he’s single?” you scoffed, appalled at the idea. Clearly, Eli had a mom. He’d spoken about her last night. Maybe he just didn’t like to wear a ring. Maybe she was simply out of town for work or something.
“Just like that. You tell him that you enjoyed your evening together and you wondered if he was single.”
“Janice, I can’t do that.”
“Of course you can. It’s a simple question.”
“There’s nothing simple about that. I haven’t asked a guy out in over a decade. And even back then, I was awful at it. I was always so nervous. Do you remember when tripped over my own feet and spilled that drink all over Josh Day in college? It was mortifying. Just because you’re all confident and brave doesn’t mean everyone is. Besides, I don’t even know if I want to know. I don’t know what I want.”
“Honey, we’ve been over this.”
“Yeah. We have. And you’re the one who wants this for me,” you groaned, “but Janice, you’re not in my shoes. You have no idea. You can’t know what this is like and I hope you never have to. You say it’s been long enough and that I need to move on. Maybe you’re right but that doesn’t mean I can wave some magic wand and be ready. They didn’t exactly give me a manual on how to get over your grief when your husband suddenly dies. They didn’t give me some step-by-step instruction booklet for how to start dating after losing the love of your life. And how to do that when you’re also a single mother who has a kid to consider in all of it. I tried. I went on four dates and every single one of them was awful and just reminded me of what I was missing. They didn’t make me want to move on. They made me want to hang on for dear life to what I used to have.”
“I know. I know they were awful. But I don’t want to see you close yourself off to the possibility because you’re scared. Online dating sucked. I hear you. But this isn’t that. This is a guy, right in front of you, who you obviously are interested in. And it’s a guy who already knows Eli and your son likes him. He’s already organically a part of your world. You spent a whole evening with him. Do you have another horror story to tell me about him?”
“No,” you admitted, sinking down into the comforting cushion of the chair. “No. He seems wonderful. He was great with the boys. I mean, obviously he’s good with his kid but he was great with Eli too. He had them both laughing. And he has a good job. He’s a project manager for a construction company. Not that it should matter but I definitely don’t need a manchild in my life. Raising Eli is enough.”
“And…?”
“And what? Isn’t that enough?”
“He’s cute obviously?”
You flushed, bringing a hand to your face as those eyes and that smile came back to you, “I already told you he’s good looking. I mean…hazel eyes, ridiculously good hair, and a smile that could power up the whole of New York City. He’s that kind of good looking that makes you wonder what he’s doing here and not on your television screen.”
Janice giggled, her feet bouncing against the floor, arm smacking her chair, “See? Come on. Take your shot, honey.”
“But what about Eli?”
“What about Eli? Didn’t you say he liked him?”
“He did but he barely knows him. And this isn’t the kind of thing where I could wait to introduce them until I knew it was something real because he’s already in Eli’s life now. And Eli is best friends with his son. I can’t screw that up for him. Because how would we be able to still set up playdates if we had some horrible breakup? We wouldn’t be able to be in the same room and then Eli would be crushed. And what if Eli isn’t ready to see me with someone else? He’s only ever seen me with his dad. He might think I’m betraying Justin. And what if…”
“Whoa, okay, let’s back the truck up a bit here,” Janice soothed, her hand coming to rest on your arm. “It’s just a date, one date honey, not a lifetime commitment. Ask him out on one date and see how it goes. Keep it simple and come here for coffee. No pressure. Not some fancy restaurant with low lighting. Just a nice coffee. If there’s nothing there then you just move on as friends and it doesn’t have to affect the boys. They don’t even have to know that you two went out. And you know I’ll watch Eli for you if you need me to. Name the time and Matt and I will be there.”
“I don’t know. This all just feels weird and wrong…I mean, Justin…”
“Justin wouldn’t want you to be alone for the rest of your life. Justin loved you like Sam loved Annie, like Wesley loved Buttercup, like Harry loved Sally. He would want you to have the world. He would hate the idea of you sitting in that house all alone. You are far too young to be facing the rest of your life alone. Take the leap, my friend. Take a chance on this movie star man. Be happy. It’s okay.”
But was it okay? You would like to think that Justin would want you to be happy, that he wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of your life alone at only thirty-two. But would he look at it as a betrayal? Would you be dishonoring him and everything you'd shared if you replaced him like an old couch?
And was any of this even relevant? You didn’t even know if Steve was single. Maybe he was still married or maybe he wasn’t but he was already seeing someone else. You couldn’t imagine a guy like that staying single for long. There had to be women lined up just waiting for their turn. If the moms at practice the other day were any indication, that was certainly the case.
But did you want to keep being alone? Maybe you didn’t straight up ask him but maybe you could find out. You were hanging out tomorrow for a bit anyway. Maybe if you were crafty, you could figure out his status without just coming out and asking if he was single.
“I’ll think about it,” you finally relented.
“I guess I’ll take what I can get,” sighed Janice.
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After listening to Janice spend the next hour trying to convince you why you needed to grab the bull by the horns, your friend’s words and not yours, you were ready to get the hell out of there. Janice was not going to let this go. You'd hugged your annoying, but well-meaning, friend and headed off to the grocery store.
As you'd just had pizza last night, Eli had asked if you could change pizza Friday to nacho Friday. So, here you were, even though you usually avoided doing things like this on a bonus day, grabbing all the fixings you would need to make the best nachos ever. Or really, what you would need because when Eli said nachos, all he really wanted was melted cheese on tortilla chips and some salsa to dip them in.
Not you. You had every intention of loading yours up with all the good stuff. Grabbing a cart, you wandered through the aisles, grabbing avocados to make guacamole, ground beef, taco seasoning, black olives, sour cream, and one jalapeno. Deciding a bottle of wine would be a nice addition, you turned down the liquor aisle and almost plowed right into another cart with your cart.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry. I wasn’t even looking…”
Your heart stopped, along with the entire grocery store, as if someone had hit the pause button, when you saw who you almost ran into. Steve gave you that megawatt smile, blinding even under the fluorescent lights of the grocery store. He stood there in a plaid button down and jeans, a baseball cap on his head.
Seriously? You'd met this guy two days ago and you had never seen him before. You definitely would have noticed if he’d ever been anywhere in your vicinity. Who wouldn’t notice a guy who looked like that just having the nerve to exist? Now you were running into him in the grocery store? Could you have just been blind?
To be fair, after Justin had passed, for a long time you felt like you w were moving through life in a fog. Your grief had been so thick that you barely noticed anything, simply going through the motions that were required of you. Maybe you had seen him before but never even noticed, blinders that were you just trying to function keeping you from seeing this beautiful man that lived in your town.
“Hey there,” he laughed, taking his hands off the cart and holding them out wide.
“Hey. Grocery shopping?”
Your eyes closed as you inwardly cursed yourself. Obviously he was grocery shopping. He had a cart in the middle of a grocery store. Why were you so bad at this? And Janice really thought you had a shot in hell of flirting with him, of asking him out when you couldn’t come up with anything better than asking him if he was grocery shopping in a grocery store?
“I mean, it is a store full of food so, you know?” Steve shrugged, gesturing to his basket. “I had a few hours before I had to be out to check on a job site so I figured I’d grab all the provisions for the big sleepover tomorrow. It’s way easier to do it now than to lug Jere with me. He’ll have this cart overflowing and my wallet completely drained by the time we checkout.”
You looked down. His cart was full of everything two seven year old boys might want. He had burgers, hot dogs, buns, four kinds of chips, cookies, ice cream, popcorn, juice boxes, cereal, and milk. You also noticed the six pack of beer that was probably his own personal little treat for having two seven year old boys in his house all night. Your eyes met his, eyebrows lifting.
“The beer is just…I mean, I won’t drink it all when they’re there or anything. Just like to have one or two in the evening sometimes. I promise you I am a responsible adult.”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t care if you enjoy a beer. You’ll probably need it. It’s just that’s a lot of food for one overnight. Looks more like you’re planning on twelve kids or possibly stealing my child for a whole week,” you teased, pressing your lips together. “I warn you. You can try to take him if you want but you’ll want to give him back after the first night. I’ll be impressed if you make it through night two. He’s amazing but he’s a handful.”
One of his hands ran through his hair as he chuckled, “No. I wasn’t planning on keeping him. Trust me, one seven year old is more than enough for me to handle on a regular basis. Besides, Jere’s mom will be home Sunday night so he’ll be heading back with her until I get him again on Wednesday.”
“Oh?” So she was in the picture but definitely not in the picture as in them together. Here was your opening, your way of finding out more information without blatantly letting him know you were interested. Just a casual conversation between two acquaintances who ran into each other. “Shared custody?”
“Yeah. Nance and I divorced about four years ago but we try to co-parent the best we can. She’s been on a trip with her husband for their anniversary for the past week so I’ve had Jere all week. That’s why I needed a babysitter for the meeting. Normally, we just help each other out if we need to.”
“Wow, that’s great. It’s so nice that you two can make that work when so many can’t. Jeremiah must love that his parents can work together so well. It has to make the split a lot easier on him.”
Steve shrugged, “Yeah. I mean, we’re just better friends than we were romantic partners, you know? It wasn’t really a contentious divorce. Nobody did anything bad. No cheating or nastiness or anything. We knew we wanted to make it as easy on Jere as we could so we agreed to joint custody, splitting our time with him fifty-fifty and then if something comes up, we just move stuff around as needed.”
You were impressed. You had known quite a few people who’d gone through a divorce, more than you should for only being thirty two. Most of them were not friendly with each other. Nasty divorces where venomous words were thrown around and battles lasted for months over possessions and children and pets. To have two people just recognize that their marriage wasn’t working and decide to work together for the sake of their kid was incredibly mature and only made him that much more attractive. You really needed this guy to have a fault because it was getting harder and harder not to think he might be the most perfect guy you'd ever met.
“It’s really nice that you two are there for each other like that. It’s hard being a single parent.”
“Yeah. It is,” he agreed. “You’re always feeling like you’re doing the job of two people. But I’m very lucky to have her and my friends to help me out.”
“Yeah, I have my friend Janice and her husband Matt. They help me out a lot whenever they can. Matt is actually the one who got Eli into baseball. He started taking him to the batting cages right after him and Janice started dating. And he’s taken him to a couple games. That’s why Eli wanted to play.”
“Well, Jere is definitely glad for that. He was practically bursting to tell me that Eli was going to be on the team.”
“Those two really seem to have connected,” you said fondly. “Eli talks about him all the time. It’s nice. He…uh, he struggled to make friends the first couple years of school. He was kind of quiet and kept to himself after…well, he just was going through some stuff. So, him finding Jeremiah has been really great. Or, I guess Jeremiah found him, actually. Eli told me Jeremiah saw his Batman backpack on the first day of school and showed him his Superman one and asked if he wanted to be his best friend. It has really brought him out of his shell.”
“Well, Jere loves him. When I ask about school, he’s never talking about anything he is actually learning.” Steve chuckled. “He’s always telling me about Eli. He would not stop talking about Eli coming to sleepover after we left your house last night and it was all he talked about this morning on the drive to school.”
“Eli too.”
“Coach Harrington, is that you?” came a sing-songy voice as Laurie Streeter came sliding up next to him with her cart.
“Oh, hi Ms. Streeter,” Steve greeted with a nod.
“I thought that was you,” she beamed and was that, was she actually batting her eyelashes at him? You grimaced at the woman in her mid thirties acting like some teenage girl with a crush. “I just couldn’t pass up the chance to say hi to my favorite baseball coach. You know, Richie hasn’t been able to stop talking about how much he loves baseball ever since the first practice the other night.”
“Well, good. I’m glad he’s enjoying it. I try to make sure all the boys are learning but having fun.”
“Oh, and you do such a wonderful job.”
Her hand fell on his forearm as she leaned into him, pressing her ample cleavage against his bicep. Steve’s eyes widened and you noticed the red that was creeping along his neck, up over his jaw, coloring his cheeks. But was he blushing because he was flattered or because he was mortified?
You were certainly mortified. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask him if he wanted to maybe get a cup of coffee sometime and this woman was practically melding their bodies into one in the liquor aisle of the grocery store.
Laurie was that mom that was always put together. You never caught her without a full face of make-up and not a hair out of place. Her husband left her for a younger model last year and instead of letting it beat her down, she’d come back with a vengeance. She’d taken up Pilates and even you had to appreciate how tight her ass looked in her yoga pants. Apparently, Laurie had decided to show her ex just what he’d given up when he walked away.
You looked down at yourself. It wasn’t that you were sloppy. You were wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, normal attire for your off days. You'd put on some concealer and mascara this morning and you'd pulled your hair into a ponytail in preparation for meeting Janice for coffee. You looked presentable but you would never be able to compete with that if that was what Steve was looking for.
Laurie might be a single mom but she was living off of the generous alimony she received in the divorce from her cardiac surgeon ex husband. She didn’t work. She had a nanny for her three sons. She had all the time and money in the world for Pilates, spa days, and the salon. You were lucky if you remembered to get a haircut every six months.
“That’s really nice of you to say,” Steve replied, and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“Oh my gosh, coach. Your arm is so firm. Wow. Do you work out?” asked Laurie, giggling as she wrapped her hand around his bicep, squeezing.
“I mean…I try to get to the gym a few days a week,” he stammered.
Jesus. Laurie was ready to straddle him right there next to the wine and Steve was struggling to speak. This situation was just getting uncomfortable at this point and you needed an out. Janice was wrong. There was no way you were going to embarrass yourself by setting yourself up to be rejected.
“It shows. You know, it must get so lonely in that house all by yourself when Jeremiah is with his mom. I could bring over dinner sometime for you, keep you company…”
That was it. You could not listen to it anymore. “You know, I really need to get going so I’ll let you two catch up,” you interjected, attempting to maneuver your cart around them.
“Oh my gosh! I didn’t even see you there,” Laurie said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, letting you know she absolutely had seen you there. She just didn’t care. The woman’s eyes roved over you from head to toe. “Oh honey, you must let me give you the name of my stylist. You could really do with a…well, everything. I know single motherhood is challenging but you really can’t just let yourself go. When was the last time you had your hair done, sweetie? How do you ever expect to find a man walking around like that?”
“Well, you know it’s hard to find the time,” you seethed, the urge to just leave your cart and dart out of the store overwhelming. But no, you'd promised Eli nachos for dinner. You would not let this woman bully you into running away in shame.
“I’m a single mother and somehow I find the time.”
“Yeah, it must be so hard when you have a full-time nanny to mother your children. Some of us have to actually do that ourselves.”
Laurie looked like she’d been slapped, her jaw almost hitting the floor. Steve’s hand slid across his mouth but you caught how his eyes crinkled. He was hiding a smile, amused by your comment.
“You know, I happen to enjoy a woman who doesn’t feel the need to get all made up just to go grocery shopping,” he offered. “When you’re naturally beautiful you don’t need to hide it behind a bunch of face paint, anyway.”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to conceal the smile that came at his words. Could this man be any more perfect? Did he even have a flaw? And the look on Laurie’s face, the way she turned tomato red, the fumes that you could practically see coming out of your nose, only made the moment even more enjoyable.
“Well, this was fun but I really need to get going now. I have to pick up my son and make dinner for him since I don’t have anyone to do that for me. I’ll let you both get back to your shopping,” you said simply, pushing your cart down the aisle, heading for the checkout.
“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Steve called out.
You turned to look at him over your shoulder, “Yeah, tomorrow, facepaint free, split ends, and all.”
Oh, but that look on Laurie’s face, sheer jealousy and outrage, would have you smiling for the rest of the day.
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Steve drove toward home after checking in at the job site, unable to stop grinning, occasionally chuckling as he remembered Laurie’s face when you had called her out. As he remembered the smile you gave him when he spoke up, saying you didn’t need make-up because you were naturally beautiful, his chest warmed.
Well, okay, he hadn’t exactly said you were beautiful but it was implied. At least, he thought it was. And you didn’t need make-up. He loved that you were comfortable enough in your own skin that you didn’t feel the need to cover every inch of your face in make-up. He loved that you didn’t feel the need to look like you were heading out to the club just to pop into the grocery store.
He’d dated his fair share of high-maintenance girls. And while there was nothing wrong with a lady caring about her appearance, there was something annoying about having to wait an hour and a half for them to get ready when you casually mentioned grabbing some lunch. Now you were waiting until closer to dinnertime and grouchy, which inevitably led to a very unpleasant meal when you started sniping at each other. He’d been there more times than he could count.
And Laurie Streeter, she needed someone to knock her down a few pegs. She walked around with her nose stuck up in the air, acting like she was better than everyone else. She had milked that divorce for all she could and honestly, her shitbag of a husband had cheated, so Steve didn’t fault her for that. But everyone knew she didn’t get her hands dirty if she didn’t have to. She had a cleaning lady, a nanny, and in the summers she even had a pool boy. That woman had no idea what it was like to actually be a single mother.
Steve pulled his Ford Explorer into the driveway in front of his house. He’d bought it after Nancy and him had separated. There’d been no arguing. She was the mother of his child. He told her to go ahead and keep the house. He’d be the one to find somewhere new but she’d wanted a fresh start too. So, they’d sold the house they bought together when he was only twenty-three and split the profits.
It fit his needs. In fact, it was probably a bit more space than he needed for just him and Jeremiah. It was a two story house with three bedrooms and two full baths. The kitchen area was decent sized with a wrap around island where he kept a couple barstools and a space for a dining room table. He’d refinished the basement two years ago and that was where most of Jere’s toys were, along with a tv for him to watch his cartoons.
But his favorite part was the backyard. The house was rare in the neighborhood, boasting a quarter acre of land with a large backyard. His fence butted right up to the treeline and he spent many nights sitting out on the deck he’d built or on the patio with a fire going and a beer in his hand. Jeremiah loved the swingset he’d put in and he was begging for them to get a pool but that was a big expense and a hell of a lot of upkeep. Still, he promised the kid he’d think about it.
Unlocking the front door, he smiled as the familiar tapping of paws across hardwood greeted him. Miles came dashing around the corner. He swore that the dog looked like he was smiling, with his big old tongue hanging out of the right side of his mouth. His size intimidated people sometimes but he was just a big old teddy bear.
“Hey there Miles,” Steve cooed, rubbing his head. “You miss me? Your buddy will be home from school soon. I have to get him in about an hour. You wanna come with me?”
The dog huffed loudly, curling his body and spinning in a circle as if he understood exactly what Steve was saying. And quite honestly, sometimes he wondered if he did. He’d spent many a night spilling his guts to the furry beast, telling him things he never shared with anyone else, not even Robin.
“You know, there’s going to be some new people coming to meet you tomorrow,” he told Miles, heading into the living room, the Newfoundland trailing behind him. “Jere’s friend, Eli, is going to come over and spend the night. He’s really excited to meet you.”
He sat down on the couch and the dog did not hesitate, leaping right up next to him. He laid down, his big head dropping onto Steve’s knee and he absent mindedly stroked his fur, fingers moving through the black, shaggy fur.
“His mom’s coming too and I think I might like her.” Miles lifted his head, those big brown eyes observing him. “I know. I know. I see a pretty girl and I’m losing my mind again but I don’t think that’s what this is. Not this time. This girl’s different. But she lost her husband and I don’t know how long ago it was. I don’t want to push her into something she’s not ready for. And you know, if I asked her out and then it didn’t work, what if she felt awkward and then Eli and Jere couldn’t hang out anymore? He’d be so hurt. I don’t know. I thought about asking if she wanted to stay for dinner tomorrow. I mean, the kids would be here too. So, it’s not really like asking her on a date, right? It would just give me a chance to maybe talk to her, get to know more about her. I just feel like I have to be careful with this one, you know? It’s not just my heart that could be on the line this time. So, what do you think? Should I ask if she wants to stay for dinner tomorrow? Have a burger? It’s casual enough, right? Just being friendly?”
Miles leapt up and barked before bestowing Steve’s face with one of his sloppy kisses. He laughed, grabbing Miles’ big head, placing a kiss right on his black nose.
“I guess that means it’s a good idea, huh?”
Miles woofed loudly and maybe it wasn’t the most valid way to make a decision, but Steve trusted this big beast more than he did most people. Alright, he’d ask you to stay and eat with them. No big deal. You'd all eaten together the night before. Then he could maybe figure out what the right call was with this because he really wanted to find out if you were as different as you seemed. He wanted to know if this time could be different, if maybe he’d chosen the right one.
Chapter 4
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Inktober 2023 works PART III
22. Scratchy [Neku & Shiki - The World Ends With You]
23. Celestial [Amaterasu - Ôkami]
24. Shallow [Sora - Kingdom Hearts]
25. Dangerous [Protagonist - Persona 3]
26. Remove [Jeremiah Gottwald - Code Geass]
27. Beast [Shirou Ogami - BNA]
28. Sparkle [Ren Kouha - Magi]
29. Massive [Kon Kinpon - Patapon]
30. Rush [Zidane Tribal - Final Fantasy IX]
31. Fire [Kuja - Final Fantasy IX]
#the world ends with you#neku sakuraba#shiki misaki#okami#amaterasu#kingdom hearts#sora#persona 3#makoto yuki#code geass#jeremiah gottwald#bna: brand new animal#shirou ogami#magi labyrinth of magic#ren kouha#patapon#final fantasy ix#zidane tribal#kuja
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how to read the Bible
this is in order!
1. John
2. Mark
3. Matthew
4. Luke
5. Genesis
6. Exodus
7. Leviticus
8. Numbers
9. Dueteronomy
10. Romans
11. Galatians
12. Colossians
13. Proverbs
14. Ecclesiastes
15. Job
16. 1 Peter
17. 1 Corinthians
18. 2 Corinthians
19. Ephesians
20. Philippians
21. 1 Thessalonians
22. 2 Thessalonians
23. 1 Timothy
24. 2 Timothy
25. James
26. 2 Peter
27. 1 John
28. 2 John
29. 3 John
30. Jude
31. Psalms
32. Joshua
33. Judges
34. 1 Samuel
35. 2 Samuel
36. 1 Kings
37. 2 Kings
38. 1 Chronicles
39. 2 Chronicles
40. Ezra
41. Nehemiah
42. Jeremiah
43. Lamentations
44. Ezekiel
45. Joel
46. Amos
47. Obadiah
48. Nahum
49. Habakkuk
50. Zephaniah
51. Haggai
52. Zechariah
53. Malachi
54. Micah
55. Hosea
56. Luke
57. Esther
58. Jonah
59. Song of Solomon
60. Acts
61. Titus
62. Philemon
63. Hebrew
64. Isaiah
65. Daniel
66. Revelation
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so much for (tour)dust u.s. leg
magic 8 ball and piano medley songs sorted by date
color coded by album ● repeated songs in bold
tttyg ● futct ● ioh ● fad ● srar ● abap ● mania ● smfs
June 21 - Wrigley Field, Chicago, IL
Piano medley
- Lake Shore Drive (Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah cover)
Magic 8 Ball song
- G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Live Debut) (Alias: GOLF)
June 23 - Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre, Maryland Heights, MO
Piano medley
- What a Time to Be Alive (Live Debut)
Magic 8 Ball song
- Of All the Gin Joints in All the World (First time live since 2008) (Alias: GAMMA JULIET)
June 24 - Azura Amphitheater, Bonner Springs, KS
Piano medley
- I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) (First time live since 2014)
Magic 8 Ball song
- Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year (First time live since 2014) (Alias: OCHO)
June 27 - Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, The Woodlands, TX
Piano medley
- Somebody to Love (Queen cover)
- Take On Me (Aha cover)
Magic 8 Ball song
- The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) (Live Debut) (Alias: TANGO YETI)
June 28 - Dos Equis Pavilion, Dallas, TX
Piano medley
- What a Catch, Donnie (First time live since 2013)
Magic 8 Ball song
- The (After) Life of the Party (First time live since 2007) (Alias: SIERRA ALPHA)
June 30 - Talking Stick Resort Amphitheatre, AZ
Piano medley
- Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) (Patrick Slump song, first time live since 2011)
Magic 8 Ball song
- Homesick at Space Camp (First time live since 2013)
July 1 - North Island Credit Union Amphitheatre, Chula Vista, CA
Piano medley
- Nothing Compares 2 U (Prince cover)
Magic 8 Ball song
- (Coffee’s For Closers) (First time live since 2009)
July 2 - BMO Stadium, Los Angeles, CA
Piano medley
- Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra cover)
- Golden (First time live since 2007)
Magic 8 Ball songs
- G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
- America’s Suitehearts (First time live since 2009) (Alias: ASS)
July 3 - BMO Stadium, Los Angeles, CA
Piano medley
- Every Breath You Take (The Police cover)
- I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears and None On My Fingers (Live Debut)
Magic 8 Ball songs
- The (After) Life of the Party
- Bang the Doldrums (Live Debut) (Alias: YANKEE HOTEL HOTEL)
July 5 - Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA
Piano medley
- Alison (Elvis Costello cover)
- What a Catch, Donnie
Magic 8 Ball song
- The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes (First time live since 2013) (Alias: PATRIZZY S)
July 7 - USANA Amphitheatre, West Valley City, UT
Piano medley
- What a Time to Be Alive
- Hold the Line (Toto cover)
Magic 8 Ball song
- The Kids Aren’t Alright (First time live since 2018) (Alias: KILO)
July 9 - Fiddler's Green Amphitheatre, Greenwood Village, CO
Piano/acoustic medley
- Goin’ North (David Stump cover)
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner (First time live since 2014)
July 11 - Walmart AMP, Rogers, AR
Piano medley
- (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding (Brinsley Schwarz cover)
- What a Catch, Donnie
Magic 8 Ball song
- I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (First time live since 2015)
July 13 - Somerset Amphitheater, Somerset, WI (shortened show due to weather)
Magic 8 Ball song
- Fame < Infamy (Live Debut) (Alias: BRAVO WHISKEY PAPA)
July 15 - Riverbend Music Center, Cincinnati, OH
Piano medley
- What a Catch, Donnie
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- Favorite Record (Live Debut)
July 16 - Ruoff Music Center, Noblesville, IN
Piano medley
- What a Time to Be Alive
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- Where Did the Party Go (First time live since 2014) (Alias: WHISKEY PAPA)
July 18 - Blossom Music Center, Cuyahoga Falls, OH
Piano medley
- Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen cover)
- I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
Magic 8 Ball song
- 27 (Live Debut) (Alias: TANGO SIERRA)
July 19 - Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow, VA
Piano/acoustic medley
- Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner (full song)
Magic 8 ball
- She’s My Winona (First time live since 2009) (Alias: BEETLE JUICE)
July 21 - PNC Music Pavilion, Charlotte, NC
Piano medley
- Lean on me (Bill Withers cover)
- What a Catch
Magic 8 Ball song
- Dead on Arrival (First time live since 2013) (Alias: DELTA OMEGA ALPHA)
June 21 - Veterans United Home Loans Amphitheater at Virginia Beach, Virginia Beach, VA
Piano medley
- What a Time to Be Alive
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- 7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) (Patrick on drums, First time live since 2007) (Alias: WOLFGANG)
July 24 - iTHINK Financial Amphitheatre, West Palm Beach, FL
Piano medley
- Dancing Queen (ABBA cover)
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today (First time live since 2013) (Alias: GATOR BITES)
July 25 - MidFlorida Credit Union Amphitheatre, Tampa, FL
Piano medley
- What a Catch, Donnie
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- Miss Missing You (First time live since 2015)
July 26 - Cellairis Amphitheatre at Lakewood, Atlanta, GA
Piano medley
- Nothing Compares 2 U (Prince cover)
- I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears and None On My Fingers
Magic 8 Ball song
- From Now On, We Are Enemies (Live Debut)
July 29 - Pine Knob Music Theatre, Clarkston, MI
Piano medley
- What a Time to Be Alive
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball song
- Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? (First time live since 2007)
July 30 - Budweiser Stage, Toronto, ON, Canada
Piano medley
- What a Time to Be Alive
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball songs
- West Coast Smoker (Live Debut)
- G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
August 1 - Forest Hills Stadium, Queens, NY
Piano medley
- What a Catch, Donnie
- Just One Yesterday (First time live since 2014)
- Stereo Hearts (with Travie McCoy)
- Cupid’s Chokehold (with Travie McCoy)
Magic 8 Ball song
- I Am My Own Muse (Live Debut)
- 27
August 2 - Fenway Park, Boston, MA
Piano medley
- W.A.M.S. (Live Debut)
- Sweet Caroline (Neil Diamond cover)
Magic 8 Ball songs
- XO (First time live since 2007)
- G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
August 4 - Darien Lake Performing Arts Center, Darien Center, NY
Piano/acoustic medley
- Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows) (First time live since 2006)
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball songs
- You’re Crashing but You’re No Wave (Live Debut)
- 27
August 5 - PNC Bank Arts Center, Holmdel, NJ
Piano medley
- I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) (Live Debut)
- What a Catch, Donnie
Magic 8 Ball songs
- Bob Dylan (Live Debut)
- I Am My Own Muse
August 6 - Freedom Mortgage Pavilion, Camden, NJ
Piano medley
- Jet Pack Blues (First time live since 2018)
- I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)
- Golden
Magic 8 Ball songs
- Pavlove (Live Debut) (Alias: KEVIN BACON)
- 27 (Alias: ONLY THE GOOD)
- G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Alias: ACRONYM)
#fall out boy#fob#so much for (tour) dust#so much (for) stardust#tourdust#if someone has the rest of the aliases from the setlist i'm happy to add them#idk what else to tag this but here#posting it right as the last show ends rip#i know there's no mania songs but idc i'm not using the purple for anything else bye
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JULY BIRTHDAYS
July 1: Curt the Cranky Bear
July 2: Agent S the Peppy Squirrel
July 3: Blaire the Snooty Squirrel
July 4: Apollo the Cranky Eagle and Wilbur the Dodo Pilot
July 5: Samson the Jock Mouse and Reese the Re-Tail Alpaca
July 6: Mira the Sisterly Rabbit
July 7: Bree the Snooty Mouse and Viche the Normal Squirrel
July 8: Jeremiah the Lazy Frog (Jerimiah was a Bullfrog)
FISHING TOURNEY DAY
July 9: Static the Cranky Squirrel and Huck the Smug Frog
July 10: Mott the Jock Lion and Toby the Smug Rabbit
July 11: Victoria the Peppy Horse and Filly the Normal Horse
July 12: Olive the Normal Cub and Kapp'n the Kappa Captain
July 13: Twiggy the Peppy Bird
July 14: Dizzy the Lazy Elephant
July 15: Caroline the Normal Squirrel
July 16: Frita the Sisterly Sheep
July 17: Jay the Jock bird and Beppe the Professional (also bird) RV Painter
July 18: Croque the Cranky Frog
July 19: Nibbles the Peppy Squirrel and Pascal the Stoner Otter
July 20: Yuka the Snooty Koala
July 21: Prince the Lazy Frog
July 22: Chow the Cranky Bear
BUG-OFF DAY
July 23: Elvis the Cranky Lion
July 24: O'Hare the Smug Rabbit and Rex the Lazy Lion
July 25: Peck the Jock Bird and Nat, Chameleon who originally ran the Bug-Off and Flick's Dad
July 26: Curly the Jock Pig
July 27: Erik the Lazy Deer and Ketchup the Peppy Duck
July 28: Truffles the Peppy Pig that did not get typo-ed as peppa three times
July 29: Lionel the Smug LIon
July 30: Frank the Cranky Eagle
July 31: Grizzly the Cranky Bear and Julia the EXTRA TRANS Snooty Ostrich.
#birthday board#animal crossing#ac_birthday_board#birthday#acnl#acnh#new horizons#july#july birthdays animal crossing#posting a few days early so you have time to prepare if your villager is at the start of the month!
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The Yule Ball
(HotD Hogwarts!AU)
Part 1 of 3;;
Warnings: Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy; slight yandere Jace and Aemond (you'll be able to tell that better in part 2); angst if you squint; fluff, spice and everything nice
Pairings: Aemond x Reader, Aegon x Reader, Jacerys x Reader
Word count: 13k+ (not proof-read)
How would HotD's Main Three (Aemond, Aegon, Jace) ask you out to the Yule Ball? Would they even gather the courage to do so, before it's too late?
╰┈➤ In this fic, you're a daring Gryffindor, navigating your 5th year at Hogwarts. For the sake of this AU, Aemond (Slytherin) is your best friend, Jace (fellow Gryffindor) is utterly in love with you and Aegon (Hufflepuff) is that emotionally unavailable pervert whom you've befriended... though you're not quite sure why.
Christmas was a time to be celebrated at Hogwarts, both by muggle-born and pure-blood alike.
This year, the latter had been most excited, as the Headmaster announced the on-going preperations for the Yule Ball, a grand festivity that took place once every 4 years, all in honour of the Triwizard Tournament.
The buzzling happiness of the students was palpable: the nervousness of the girls and the slight waver in their voices. The boys, either completely unaffected by the notion of a partner or just as spent on the lingering question plaguing everyone's thoughts... 'So... who will you go with?'
The older students stricking their claim, the younger girls seducing away to secure an invitation...
(Y/N) decided then and there that she had never seen a crowd so colourful, so full of life.
It was around dinner-time when the impetuos doors of the Great Hall opened wide, and through them stepped - or rather, flied - in Jeremiah Blythe, a 6th year Ravenclaw with nothing to lose. Revealing a cage full of Pixie Faeries from underneath his robes, he set the little toublemakers free, still atop his broomstick.
All of them, as if practicing for weeks, flew in different corners of the room, revealing a shimmering banner, engraved with sparks and magical fire, reading the daring proclamation: 'You Should Dance Only With Me'
"Mary Bone, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Breathless, the male looked down at the object of his adoration, who, by that point, long forgot all about her mashed potatoes.
"My God, yes! Yes, Jeremy, of course!"
The hall erupted in roaring applause, whistles and yelled out 'Congratulations!' to the happy couple. As they were busy kissing away, (Y/N) gleefully turned her head in the direction of her friend, giggling slightly.
"I feel bad for the guy who's gonna pop the question next! It's pretty hard to beat that flammable display." She laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I'd rather sympathize with the one who has to catch those faeries afterwards." Aemond hummed in a monotous tone. His eye quickly scanned the joyous face of his friend's, feeling a pang of fondness, before setting his attention on Otto Hightower, the Head of house Slytherin.
The greying man was all but yelling out at the two reckless students, settling on glaring daggers into their throats and proclaiming with a tumultuous voice: "30 points from Ravenclaw. And 30 from Hufflepuff."
A loud groan shook the Great Hall to the core - Aegon, now with his robes in a twist, looking at his grandfather in pure disbelief. (Y/N) offered him a compassionate look, shrugging her shoulders.
... At least Otto Hightower didn't shy away from punishing everyone equally in his own way. Even the house of his eldest grandson.
Once more, the girl's eyes caught a glimpse of silver hair. She wanted to keep talking to Aemond - the last hectic weeks in their schedules allowing little time for idle chatting. And... of course, the ball...
Before she could think of anything new to say, Aemond threw his leather bag over his shoulder.
"You're leaving already?"
"Mm, I have a paper due in Potions." Eyeing her sheepishly, running a hand past the nape of his neck, the taller boy paused, before opening his mouth once again.
... But just as he was about to add something more, a deep voice cut through his trail of thought.
"Hey there, (Y/N)!" Jacerys' velvety voice rang in her ears. As she spun around in her seat, the girl's eyes lit up, "Jace! It's good to see you!"
The brown haired boy plopped down next to her, quickly placing his hand over his heart, feigning hurt;
"Where were you today? We missed you at practice."
'The Quiddich field', the girl remembered, guilt seeping into her pores. She had promised Jace to be there. But after bumping into Aemond, she completely lost track of time.
Furrowing her brows in a twist, she aired out apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot...! I'll make it up to you guys."
Jace's face broke into a boyish smile, one that couldn't help but make (Y/N) blush. The Velaryon gently placed his hand above her hair, patting her down gently.
"Don't fret! I figured something must have stopped you."
Or rather someone. As if on cue, Jace's eyes left (Y/N)'s lips, traveling up, up to meet the lilac gaze of Aemond. Still looking at him with a quirked brow, he muttered to her softly. "Though, if you really want to make it up to me..."
His eyes glimmered with mischief.
'I can think of just the way.' he wanted to say. To finally ask the burning question, that stuck so well to his throat all those weeks ago. The very same question he knew Aemond wanted to ask as well.
"You help me out with that horrible Herbology homework tonight, and we call it a truce. Deal?"
Alas, he settled on what he could bring himself to get. Jace would grow to curse himself for not asking (Y/N) to the Yule Ball that eve - yet the immediate satisfaction of stealing her away from the company of that Targaryen brute was enough to quell his momentary thirst.
(Y/N) smiled at him softly, nodding decidedly, before turning to Aemond. If he also had a paper for Potions class, then maybe they all could --
But Aemond was nowhere to be seen.
"Huh...? Jace, did you see where Aemond left?"
The boy clenched his jaw in irritation of the name, but otherwise remained poised; smiling politely at his friend and shaking his head with furrowed brows, he moved his warm hand from her head to her shoulder.
"Sorry, (Y/N). Must've just gone back to his Common Room."
Defeated, the girl whisked her head around. She tried her very best to catch the reflection of his familiar white hair, but was unable to discern anything else besides Aegon's locks.
As if he could feel her eyes boring holes into his back, his mellow gaze met the one of (Y/N). He raised his glass of fermented wine to his face, gingerly nodding his head with a slight smirk and chugging it all in one gulp.
"You must be right."
Was that... disappointment that she felt? Mixed with some slight irritation, surely - Aemond could have at least told his goodbyes before disappearing like that.
Inhaling sharply, the pale girl nudged Jace's side playfully. "What do you say? Are you free to take care of that homework now?"
Maroon eyes swirled with gratitude. While nodding fevereshly, Jace took both his and (Y/N)'s backpacks, insisting on carrying them himself towards the vacant library.
For the hundreth time that evening, (Y/N) had to stiffle a yawn.
Her and Jace had finally wrapped up that dreadful essay - and if it weren't for the late hour, the two would have celebrated how well it actually turned out.
... Instead, they had sluggishly returned to the Gryffindor dorms.
'Madam Tyrell has to give you an <O> for it.' the girl had told him excitedly, 'It's gotta be our best work yet!'
Jace merely laughed at that, boring deeply into (Y/N)'s heart. The lights erupting from the crackling fire of their Common Room danced across his handsome face, leaving intricate shadows in their wake - each accentuating his masculine features.
With his ears of a red tint, the boy managed to utter out; 'We... We should get some rest. Tomorrow we have that DADA midterm.'
Groaning at the thought, the pair rose up from their armchairs, bidding eachother a sweet good night.
A deep grumble abruptly stopped (Y/N)'s recollection of events.
By Merlin's beard, it was past witching hour. But she was really, really hungry.
The girl slipped out of bed carefully, doning on her white slippers. She threw a singular look over her shoulder, taking in Baela's and Rhaena's sleeping faces, sucking in a breath.
Her visit to the Kitchens would be a short one - it might take a while for her to get to her own bed again, but she could still get at least 3 hours of sleep. And she'd survived on way less during her 4th year's finals season.
Before she knew it, she was past the entrance of her Common Room and well into the open. Giving The Fat Lady a small wave and whispering a quick 'Lumos' underneath her breath, she made her way down the intricate set of stairs.
As predicted, it wouldn't take long for her to slip through the cracked door of the Kitchen. Lit only by a tiny candle, the wooden work space felt utopic.
(Y/N) sighed at the comfort of solitude, grateful for the peace and quiet that the sacred space provided. Her sharp eyes scanned her surroundings, stopping on the cradle of cold milk by the stove.
She slowly approached it, her shaky hand pouring herself a generous glass. Bringing the pure nectar to her lips, she let out a low hum of satisfaction.
Now, where was that food?
Before she could even place her glass back down, a strong pair of arms engulfed her by the waist.
A sudden yielp pertruded from her rosy lips - the Gryffindor spun around with great ferocity, heart hammering in her chest; there was no way someone just touched her like that and imagined there'd be no consequences.
But before she could empty the contents of her glass in the eyes of her attacker, a velvety laugh escaped his lips.
"I believe what you're looking for is in the oven."
Aegon.
"Didn't your mommy teach you never to touch a girl like that?" A bemused smile threatened to seer through (Y/N)'s lips. Eyebrow now quirked, she pushed the 7th year away from her body.
His hands gingerly let go of her waist, though not before circling once, twice, thrice over her hips - the warmth of them, like a scorching fire against her covered skin.
It took all the girl's might not to cringe at the contact. What was it with Targaryens and their ridiculously high body temperature?
"What are you doing here?" She finally asked, voice hoarse, breaking the silence.
His dilated pupils burned holes in her skull, returning the favour she made him at dinner. Aegon took great pleasure drinking in her delicate features, swearing to himself to forever engrave them to his memory. Finally, he graced her with a reply.
"Same as you, right? To grab a bite."
Stroking her side once more in an attempt to slowly move her to the left, the eldest of the Targaryen brothers opened the oven in front of him, revealing a cold pumpkin tart.
"The Gods provide." He whispered in the girl's ear, letting out a snicker once confusion darted across her face. "Once you come here often enough, you learn where to find the actually good stuff."
Grunting in reply, (Y/N) sat down on the kitchen counter, waiting for Aegon to cut her a slice.
The two stood in silence for what felt like an eternity, before the male finally placed a hefty slice in her open palm.
"So." He began dryly. "Are you Gryffindor girls just as crazed for the Yule Ball as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws?"
He was making an allusion to earlier that day: when Jeremiah's display of affection had cost both Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs 30 points.
Wincing slightly, (Y/N) took a bite of the sweet tart, mulling her answer over.
"I suppose everyone is excited in a way. And more or less desperate for a partener. Though I think that's stupid."
"You think not wanting to go alone is stupid?"
"I think that going with someone has potential to be nice. But it's not the end of the world if you are to go alone." (Y/N) shrugged, scooting closer to the wall.
Aegon got up from his chiar, strutting closer to the cup of milk. Pouring himself a glass nonchalantly, he tutted, amused.
"I think it's one thing for a blooke to go alone. For a girl, it's just sad."
"You really think that?" The girl asked, bewildered by such a decided sentiment.
Aegon didn't miss a beat: "What I think is that you're trying to fool yourself cuz you've got no one to go with."
A teasing smirk tugged and twisted at his features. The silver haired man looked at you expectantly.
He wanted you to bite down on his challenge.
"Are you projecting your own situation?" She tried her best to stay lax, denying him entrance to her deepest thoughts.
Aegon let out a shuddering laugh. "I've had girls come to me like a flock of chickens to their cock."
(Y/N) scrunched her nose at that crude remark, but settled on rolling her eyes instead of matching him with a retort.
"No, sweet (Y/N), I'm definitely not projecting."
"Be that as it may, I still stand by my words. You don't need a partener to have fun at the dance."
"The fox that doesn't get to the grapes always says they're sour..."
"Quit insiunating I've got no one to go with! What's your obsession with that, anyway?" She finally snapped, but regretted her words almost instantly, as Aegon's smile spread even wider, if that was truly possible. Turning on his heel to look her straight in the eye, he pushed his hands near her body's sides, caging her in.
"So she does care, after all."
"I really don't."
"Little poor (Y/N) (L/N), the only girl in her year with absolutely no one who loves her." Slowly quirking his head to the side, Aegon continued. "How does it feel to know you are absolutely lonely?"
A loud slap echoed throughout the room. The sting in (Y/N)'s hand and the red pigment blossoming in Aegon's left cheek all but directly confirmed what had happened. Eyes wide, staring at each other, the sheen of tears in the ones of the fierce lioness.
"How dare you." She more so pointed out than asked.
"The bitch has bite to her." Aegon snarled, rubbing his high cheekbone. "Someone better put a muzzle on that haughty mouth, too."
Having finally heard enough, with nothing else to add to a losing battle, (Y/N)'s legs swung from the counter; soon, she was putting as much distance from her body and Aegon's as humanly possible.
Jerking the back door open, she turned around once more to face her midnight opponent.
"I'd rather have no one to go with, than have to pay for the company I indulged in as you do."
Now finally set off as well, the eldest Targaryen yelled after her fleeting footsteps.
"You know, I would take you there myself if you weren't so bloody proud!"
"Go be benevolent with someone else!"
She could still feel the scorching heat of his hands on her.
The following day had passed, uneventful as all the rest, until dinnertime rolled around.
(Y/N) hastily made her way to the Great Hall, having already been late to the meal by quite some time. She couldn't find Aemond anywhere, neither Jace, Baela or Luke. She didn't dare look for any trace of Aegon, as the wounds from last night didn't yet have time to heal.
Where in the world had everyone ran off to? From the moment of her wake, throughout all her classes... it was as though her friends evaporated in thin air.
No matter, she would not eat alone that day. Gestured to take a seat by Borya Moore, the handsome Durmstrang student that eyed her up since his arrival at Hogwarts, the 5th year girl smiled at him tightly.
He was a charming boy, (Y/N) concluded, while side eyeing him during the fast break; Russia's golden boy, they called him, the champion of their respective school.
Tall, well built, with the greenest of eyes and the blackest of charcoal locks. Indeed, the older male was quite a sight to see.
He was smiling at her politely, talking to her in a gruff voice, laced with a strong accent. He sometimes recieved swift nudges from his surrounding classmates: what was on his mind was clear; and it was not original. All the same, a warm feeling crept it's way within (Y/N)'s chest.
As stated before, Borya was a handsome young man - and he was said to be proud, just and honest to a fault, though never cruel or unattentive.
Although his words were scattered few and far between, he was a good listener and seemed very interested in what the girl had to say.
"Are you excited about the next trail?" (Y/N) asked him, while playing with a piece of bread. Her eyes never raised from her plate, but she could feel his emerald hues running all across her face.
"Yes, excited to win it." The male let out a mirthled laugh, shaking the whole table with him. "Though, I am even more so for the ball."
"I can imagine that!" (Y/N) hummed with a small smile. "You'll have to open with a dance, right? Are you not nervous about that? Or... do you simply like the attention?"
Borya gave her a subtle wink, his hand making a wide gesture at the surrounding tables. Satisfied with her confused face, he quickly clarified:
"I would not think them trained enough to judge my dancing. All of us are here for a good time - trust me when I say, we'll manage the dance just fine."
... 'We'?
His obvious proposition of dancing together reddened your cheeks; but before the conversation could go any further, a flock of familiar silver hair caught your eye.
All hope decimated when, instead of a glimpse of cold green, you were met with the honeyed gold of the house Hufflepuff. Aegon had finally graced the other students with his presence.
A bitter taste formed into your mouth, which only accentuated as he came into better view, hand in hand (or rather, hand on ass) with Vela Castillo, the prettiest girl of the 5th year student body.
Scared to catch his eye, (Y/N) abruptly turned her head in the opposite direction and waited for the couple to sit down.
Aegon skimmed through the wide room from the moment he set foot in it - having located (Y/N), he was willing to do anything, only for her to notice him and his new, dazzling paramour.
He didn't just want her to bite his carefully laid bait this time around - he needed her to. Simply put, he craved her attention.
But the game felt old and boring for the 5th year Gryffindor. (Y/N)'s ember eyes turned back on Borya, pushing down a laugh when she noticed how Aegon sat Vela right in front of them, onto his lap, settling on kissing her passionately.
Coughing in the back of her hand, the girl beamed at her new acquaintance.
"I'm sorry, you were saying?"
A loud bang could be heard from their front - plates full of food were now laying in pieces on the ground. Aegon's and Vela's clash of lips had ended long ago; just what were the two doing now?
Aggravated by her lack of response, Aegon had taken his escapade up a notch, now having placed Vela onto the Hufflepuff table, feeling her up nonchalantly.
His scorching need for a reaction was becoming unbearable. He itched to get something out of (Y/N), anything really - and she figured it out quite easily. The right course of action was for her to keep eating, look as unbothered as can be and keep conversing with Borya.
... Even so, the sight before her would have any witch or wizard twitch in annoyance. If she wanted to see a spectacle, she would have turned for a stroll in Percy's Tour.
Just as their voices started to warm up to moaning, (Y/N) gently sat her cuttery over the empty plate. She grabbed an apple from a nearby bowl of fruit, bidding Borya a shy goodnight, before turning on her toes to leave.
And, had she given the table one last parting look, she would have noticed how Aegon peeled himself off the girl with haste, angered and dissatisfied by the trivial end of their night.
"Stupid Aegon. Stupid Aegon and his stupid need to always start something stupid." (Y/N) fumed, whilst climbing the moving staircase. "How come Professor Hightower took points from an invitation to the dance, but won't bat an eye when his grandson swallows something else besides potatoes at dinner-ti--"
She crashes into a hard chest, and the oozing smell of fresh mint and murkwood tree invades her senses. She doesn't need to look up to confirm who she'd bumped into, but she does.
Ember eyes clash with lilac hues - Aemond, who had been talking to the old portrait of Merlin, keeps a hand close to her waist, barely grazing it. He looks at her, barely startled, but with a forming curiosity pertruding though his eye.
"... Aemond." The girl utters, barely above a whisper. She feels lightheaded, struck by the closeness of her oldest friend. The way she can cast upon his fair features, profiting off of their lack of distance, is almost sinful.
The male is the first to pull away, leaving her somehow wanting.
"(Y/N), I didn't see you there."
The Gryffindor feels a stream of indignation coursing through her veins. Aemond had been avoiding her all day, and these are the first words he tells her?
His velvety voice, his poised stance and his calloused hands, that delicately touched her not a moment ago. She could feel the heat of her body begining to rise, forgetting all about her previous anger.
"Aemond," she repeats once more, "where in Merlin's beard were you today?" She gave the wizard's portrait a quick glance, in order to check if he was piqued by the usage of his name, but was instead startled by how he unnoticedly stepped out of frame.
"Whatever do you mean?" Aemond hummed slightly, furrowing his perfect brows. "We saw eachother at breakfast, did we not?"
"We... yeah, we did. But we always walk together to dinner - I waited for you at the main entrance of the Great Hall, and then I went to check in front of your common room. ...Y-You weren't there."
She vexed herself with how desperate she had managed to sound. She prayed to whatever God would listen for Aemond to not notice.
His eye gave... nothing away. He looked almost bored, irked with her presence. For the thousanth time that day, (Y/N) had to blink away the tears that were threatening to leave her own. She removed her insistent stare from his face, and concentrated upon the books in her hands.
<Potions>, she read the glittering green title of the first textbook.
"Oh, right! You had that midterm paper to finish!" She quickly changed the subject, hoping to salvage what was left of her dignity. The following seconds were met with silence. "How was it?"
'Please just say something', she cursed in her head.
"I got an 'O' for it." Aemond said flatly, before turning oh his heel to resume his walk. Noticing how (Y/N) remained behind, he turned his head to her, jerking it in a gesture that urged her to follow him. "We mustn't stay in one place for too long. You know how the stairs have a mind of their own."
As the two climbed up the steps, (Y/N) fiddled with her black robes - she coughed in the back of her hand and offered Aemond the red apple she had taken from dinner.
"Since..." she began softly, "Since we're walking up instead of down, I assumed you'd skip dinner."
Aemond let out a strained grunt, accepting the fruit from her extended hand. He made no attempt of eating it, however, and simply placed it in an inner pocket of his coat. "Thank you."
The girl pressed her lips in a firm line, nodding strongly, before welcoming the enveloping silence.
A minute, maybe two passed. The tension could be cut by a knife; (Y/N)'s brain was working overtime, faced with his unanswered question.
'Were were you?'
As if he could read her mind, Aemond turned his head to the side. "I asked Alys Rivers to the dance today."
The simplicity of his words left the girl befuddled. "What?" She asked before she could compose herself.
"That's what I was doing. You asked earlier." He clarified almost immediately. His face was still away from her. The only thing (Y/N) could do was guess the expression he was wearing by the tone of his voice, and that was a difficult task.
Alys Rivers. The beautiful 7th year Slytherin - a witch coming from a very powerful family. One of the few half-bloods of her house, she had never met her mother, yet was taken in by her father, Lyonel Strong, almost immediately after her birth.
She was a cold beauty, ethereal in her own right, and (Y/N) couldn't help but painfully smile at the realisation: that she was exactly the type of girl she saw Aemond going for. Perfect, without a flaw to her face or selective character.
The thick coat of jealousy that hugged her frame became almost too much. (Y/N) felt how the air in her lungs spent itself. She felt the warm tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. Too afraid that she hadn't said anything in a while, the witch laced her pained voice with a beaming timbre.
"I'm so happy for you, Aemond! You two make for a very handsome pair!"
She swallowed hard, trying to level herself once more. What was even worse, apart from the fact that she could see it from a mile away, was that she had nothing bad to say of Alys.
Not once had the older witch been cruel to her. Not once had she bullied her, talked ill of her, or her group of friends.
(Y/N) couldn't be mad at her. She couldn't hate her. And that was what stung the most.
"Wow, we got here quick, didn't we?" She exclaimed rather loudly. The girl thanked the stars in the sky and the moon above her head for both their agile steps. At least in her common room, she wouldn't have to see Aemond.
She turned her back quickly on him, muttering the week's password, before stepping foot into the clustered tunnel.
"Thanks for bringing me to my room, Aemond. See you tomorrow, and congrats again!"
The door that closed with the last of her words left a very confused Aemond in their stead. Mouth still agape, as if wanting to add something, he took in a deep breath, somehow dissatisfied by her abrupt departure.
Then again, he himself was to blame for not saying all he wanted that day.
(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when the smell of crackling fire finally hit her nose. She prolonged her body against the cold stone wall, taking in a deep breath in order to calm her nerves. When she felt ready, she got up from the ground and made her way across to the Common Room, smiling widely at the lounge of people.
Her tranquility was short lived when she saw Jacerys and Baela, sitting oh so deliciously close to one another on the nearest sofa.
For a second, she froze in her place. The couple seemed to be engrossed in conversation; Jace's arm was draped over Baela's shoulder, both bodies relaxed in front of the fire place. A small blush crept over her cheeks. Jace huffed at something the Targaryen whispered to him, and (Y/N) decided she had seen enough.
Walking past them with renowed vigour, she all but ran to the girls' dorm room, shutting the door swiftly behind her.
As soon as her head hit the cold pillows, (Y/N) felt disheartened. She thought back on what Aegon said, how it was so sad for a girl to go alone to such an event.
She felt angry with herself - for causing a scene with both Jace and Aemond. After all, they didn't owe her anything, and it wasn't their obligation to ask her to the Yule Ball.
The hurt in her chest would last her the whole night, but along with the pang of pain, she was now feeling guilt.
Jace and Baela, she poundered, along with Aemond and Alys, were perfect for eachother. Even Aegon and Vela made for a cute couple. Bringing one of the pillows to her face, (Y/N) groaned her heart out.
It wasn't as though she was unattractive, or she felt as though she would die alone: but it was so unfair, that every boy whom she fancied ended up not looking at her twice.
No. She wouldn't allow herself to sulk over such a trivial thing. And she would definitely not end up seated on a chair throughout the whole night at the ball, looking miserable for either boy to see.
Suddenly, Borya's face lit in her mind. Determined to end her night right, she thrusted herself up from the bed, doning her shoes back on.
Thanks to the obsessive gossip surrounding him, she knew the young man always took a run along the castle's lake at this hour.
(Y/N) smirked to herself. A light jogging sounded just perfect tonight.
The final week before the Yule Ball went rather smoothly. Much to her own dismay, (Y/N) had been avoiding both Jacerys and Aemond.
The males had searched for her long and wide, but whenever one of them would get close to her, (Y/N) always found a way to leave almost immediately.
She wasn't proud of what she was doing. Although an immature reaction, the girl still felt the pang of jealousy and hurt whenever she'd see them with their respective dates.
It was better to avoid them altogether, she concluded.
The gradient dress felt tight against her skin. With each and every step she took, it shifted in colour - from a rich black, to a deep blue and a crimson red. Her hair was up in a braided bun, some loose strands resting upon her slender shoulders, neatly framing her face.
The forming echo of her footsteps washed an eery calmness over her. She couldn't be too fashionably late to the Yule Ball, as she'd have to dance with Borya in the opening waltz; thus, she happily skipped the next stairs in her descent.
Only one last turn separated her from the clustered hall, that led to the ajar doors of the celebration. Taking in one deep breath, (Y/N) made her entrance.
Both Jace and Aegon were made to scurry away by Professor Lynnen, the Head of the Hufflepuffs. Only Aemond remained waiting, as Alys, turned away from him, was talking with one of her friends with joyous interest. He himself was glancing at the appearance of his sister, Helaena, who was spinning around with her own partner.
"Oh, she looks beautiful, Aemond!" Alys exclaimed, coming near her handsome date.
"Yes, she is." He agreed proudly, still looking at his buoyant sister. Realising they weren't looking in the same direction, the Slytherin adjusted his body to face the main entrance to the Great Hall.
He was sure that his heart nearly stopped.
There (Y/N) was, in all her beauty, slowly walking in the direction of their resting bodies. For just a second, Aemond caught himself taking a step forward, wanting to offer the girl his arm.
The air in the room became impossible to bear for him - had she always looked so... ethereal? Her dusted cheeks, the red lips that flowered to a smile when she saw... she saw... Borya?
His trance broke as fast as it began. Before him stepped the champion of the Durmstrang school, who deeply bowed before the woman, eliciting her a small laugh, as he extended his arm out.
He could make her laugh too.
Borya was quick to cup her dainty hand into his own strong one, leading her away and to the grand entrance.
Eyes wide, as if she had just noticed him, (Y/N) offered him a small wave, giggling cheerfully.
"Hey," Alys clung onto his arm, "we should get going too. The main dance is about to start!"
Poor Aemond, still following his friend with his eye, curtly nodded before taking her arm.
Inside, (Y/N) felt like she was flying.
The way Borya was spinning her around, showing her off to everyone in the room with eyes to watch - the way his very own roamed over her face and figure, making her feel safe and desired - was more than anyone in her place could ask for.
Aegon and his date rested in a corner, the gossip surrounding them no different than the one they engaged in.
"Is that... is that (Y/N) (L/N)? With Borya Moore?" Vela chirped loudly next to Aegon's ear. Her eyes were shimmering stars, a swirl of both glee and mild jealousy as she followed the two on the dance floor.
"What...? No way. No, that's... don't be ridiculous. That's impossible! It-It couldn't be her."
Vela's eyes snapped in the direction of her partner, who couldn't seem to stop shaking his head. "Absolutely not." He proclaimed though a strangled breath, more so to convince himself rather than anyone else. "(Y/N) is far too..."
"Gorgeous." Came in the completion, given by none other than Jacerys Velaryon, who, just as the others, would not get his eyes off her. Baela, sympathetically to his right, jabbed his side playfully.
"I told you you'd regret not asking her."
"I tried! I was just... too late." He let out in an exasperrated breath, sighing dreamily as he caught another glimpse of (Y/N)'s dress.
"Next time, pluck up the courage to do it sooner."
"Trust me, I'll take this regret to my grave."
Aegon's face collapsed upon itself. Swishing his finger around accusingly at Jace's face, he managed to blurt out;
"You...! You asked - you asked her. To the ball."
"I was going to." Jace pouted, running a hand down his face. "I bought fireworks and even bribed the student choir to sing her favourite song."
"And why didn't you put your plan in action?" Aegon asked over his shoulder, as he filled his punch cup to the brim. Digging into his dress robes, he pulled out a flask of alcohool, completely draining it before setting his lips on the fruit juice.
"Same reason as you didn't? She was already going with someone else."
At that, Aegon almost spat his drink out. "No, no," he vehemently denied, "I didn't even want to ask her to the dance. I assure you."
Vela looked at him stupefied, while Baela only smirked.
"Of course."
"I didn't!!" He rebuttled.
"Sure." His cousin mused with the same untrusting look.
Throwing Baela one last dirty look, Aegon groaned in disbelief, seeing how Borya lifted (Y/N) into his arms, for the fifth time during that damned song. He deflated into a nearby seat, pulling Vela down with him, and started mumbling to himself.
Jace didn't need much coaxing to follow suit.
Thoughout the night, they gawked and grovelled. Jace took the time to dance with Baela once, twice - as to not let her be alone in missing out on all the fun. Meanwhile, Aegon couldn't be bothered to move from his chair, despite Vela's insistent huffs and obvious hints.
"Bit of a ruddy pumpkinhead, isn't he?" Aegon spat in his drink, lilac eyes glaring daggers into the brunette's back.
"I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library, now that's for sure." Jace commented, not a heartbeat later.
Their souring moods only worsened as the night progressed and (Y/N)'s giggles filled the room.
"What do you think he's even saying to her? Nothing of importance, I bet."
"Oh look at me, I'm Borya Moore and I come from Russia. My accent is deep and my muscles are twice the weigh of my bloody head." Aegon immitated the older man with a skill and tenacity that must have been induced by practice.
"Do you wanna make out?" Vela asked Aegon suddenly, aggravated by the circling conversation.
"No." Came his simple reply.
"May I have your arm?" The deep voice of yet another Durmstrang student cut through their conversation. Bowing lightly before Baela, the Targaryen snickered in amusement.
She grabbed a hold of his hand with gratitude, nodding fevereshly. "Arm, leg - I'm yours."
... And then there were three.
"Do you wanna have sex?" Vela tried once again.
"No." The blonde man sighed.
"... Are you gonna ask me to dance or not?!"
For the first time that night, Aegon turned to look at her. "No."
Ired to no end by his catty behaviour, the Ravenclaw finally relented. She abruptly got up from her chair, going to the closest group of boys she could find and striking up a conversation. Soon enough, even she was dancing her heart out.
Aemond too, took care of his date. But as the end of the night approached them, and the more upbeat songs began to play, Alys couldn't help but start to take offence.
"Your heart's not in it, my dragon." She remarked dryly, moving his chin to face her for the millionth time that night. Slowly stroking his cheek, she tried closing in the distance between them, only to have Aemond jerk his head away.
"Now what is the matter with you?" She demanded, masking her impatience as a seering question. Her green eyes followed his, stopping in their tracks at the sight of the wavy locks of (Y/N) (L/N), the object of her date's pending attention.
"Truly, Aemond? This is the reason you're so distracted?"
A low hum escaped his lips. He turned his saddened gaze on Alys, who smoothly added distance between their sweat stained bodies. She had weighed her words very carefully, now awaiting his answer with a quirked brow.
"It could never be in it." He sighed heavily, reffering to her first statement. "My heart." He added stiffly. "Not while she's here."
A buffled snort escaped Alys' black stained lips. She fully expected Aemond to need more coaxing to admit his true feelings - yet here he was, biting his inner cheek somewhat apologetically.
"I see." She finally spoke though grittered teeth, "And why have you not asked her to the Ball in the first place; You thought it more amusing to waste my time instead?"
"I had thought it a course of action that would suit us both." He answered flatly. Aemond's eye cast over her shoulder, darkening slightly, "I apologise for the inconvenience. Believe me, it was most uncontiously done."
His words were unoriginal, and lacking of any true meaning. For a moment, Alys wanted to curse him for having played with her heart, to scream at him, for daring to shame her so with his open admition of feelings.
But that was only for a moment - for she remembered that she was Alys Rivers, a beautiful and powerful witch, who would not need his approval to bring forth either blessing or calamity.
Gathering her wits about her, she crossed her arms in front of her, shaking her head at his frozen face.
"You should never have done it. Hurt her or attempt to confuse me."
His jaw clenched tightly at the notion of having hurt his dearest friend. And it took all his restraint not to leave Alys alone, in order whisk (Y/N) off the dance floor and apologise, on his knees if he had to, for being so cold towards her.
As if she could read his mind, Alys tutted in feigned annoyance. "Go." she simply said, "Go after her. Or don't, and waste your time in here." Her pretty eyes now held an amused glint in them.
Aemond's very own softened at her - mirroring her beguiled stance, he clasped his hands behind his back, adding on thickly:
"You can slap me if you'd like."
Alys' eyebrows raised in pure wonder, the gesture itself, bigger than all of her reactions that night. She let her head fall back with a mirthled laugh, calming down only after the man's face began to relax.
Snapping back into place, she looked for confirmation in his eyes, before laying a loud slap over his left cheek, kissing it fleetingly afterwards.
"I won't keep you company anymore, you do understand." She said, mildly distracted. And, should she have felt any inflection of sadness, the girl masked it well; turning her back on him, the locks of her black hair whipped his face.
Aemond allowed a small smirk to grace his lips, feeling the rough edges of his scar with two slender fingers. The powerful slap would sure leave a mark (if it hadn't already), but he was greateful for Alys' choice in hitting the only numb spot that he had on his body.
"Don't worry, brother. It gets better after the first time." Both Aegon's delivery and his Cheshire Cat smile told the Slytherin everything he needed to know. His 'breakup' had been very public and wholeheartedly raveled in by his older brother.
While both opened their mouths to say something crass, neither would get the chance to exchange their choice words. The loud applause of the crowd signaled that last song of the night had ended, and with it, so did (Y/N) and Borya's ditzying.
Both brothers had to stiffle a growl at the sight of the Durmstrang boy, kissing (Y/N)'s hands delicately, before stepping away to a faraway table.
The girl looked after him for a while, before spinning thrice in place, breathless from all the ensued dancing. She felt her friends' insistent gaze on her, and she turned to face them, breaking out into a bubbly laugh.
"Hot, isn't it?" She asked as she approached them, "Borya's gone to get some drinks. Would you care to join us?"
Her chest, heaving in and out at a rapid pace, the light tremour of her body... Aegon scoffed harshly at the sight.
"No. We would not care to join you and Borya."
(Y/N)'s smile falthered at his coarse reply. Her eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful smile quickly turning to a frown. "Well what's got your wand in a knot?"
Aegon puffed in indignation, blowing some rebel hairs from his face. He soon made his way to the table Jacerys was sitting at; Aemond and (Y/N) following shortly after.
"He's a Durmstrang. You're fraternizing with the enemy." Aegon spoke in a matter of fact tone, not even bothering to look at her.
"The enemy? Who was it that wanted to be his friend a week ago?" (Y/N) questioned, dumbfounded.
Aegon's eyes settled on the ground. He buried himself in his chair, not daring to look at the girl again.
"Besides," (Y/N) continued, fully aggravated, "The whole point of the tournament is... <international magical cooperation>. To make friends."
"Hah, I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind." It was Jace's turn to speak, who turned beet rouge the second (Y/N)'s attention turned to him. Peeling her teary eyes away from his, she looked at Aegon and Aemond. Each avoiding her stare, neither jumping to her defense.
Sneering at their new unspoken antourage and nodding her head in understanding, she got up from her central seat. "How dare you..." was the only thing she muttered, before getting lost in the crowd once more.
"We're only saying that he's using you." Aegon yelled after her fleeting form, sprinting to catch up to (Y/N).
"Thank you, but i can take care of myself." She spewed sarcastically over her shoulder, shocked that they were still stuck on that topic of conversation.
"I severely doubt it." Aemond spoke calmly, "He's way too old for you."
"What? Is that what you think?" The younger witch enquired, now even more enraged by her best friend's allusion.
"Mm, yes. That is what I think." He rejoinded, walking by her side again. The pressure on his heart tightened by the second, but he would not relent. Though he had never felt this way before, Aemond realised what his brain was urging him to do: completely ruin his best friend's night.
It was an ugly thing. But the only thing he believed would bring comfort forth.
(Y/N)'s walking came to an abrupt halt.
"Between me and him, there is a two year age gap. The same can be said for you and Alys, as far as I can remember."
"That's different." Aemond warned her though a low spat.
"How." The Gryffindor asked, forcing out a laugh.
His hands came to grip her shoulders. Although his movements had the intent to keep her looking at him in place, his touch was light and feathered - should she wish to, the girl could easily twist herself away.
His darkened eye came to rest upon her. What Aemond couldn't say, he tried his damnest to show through his stare.
"It's different because Alys is a woman and Borya is a man." Aegon answered in Aemond's stead, snickering lightly at her naivité.
That was the last straw for (Y/N). Peeling Aemond's hands off of her, she turned to face both men, almost shaking in rage.
"You really like that double standard, don't you?" (Y/N) pointed her finger at him, "So what say you is the difference between me and Vela, then? Your age gap with her is two years as well and you think yourself a man."
"Not all of us are like that."
"Like Borya."
"Yeah." He accentuated with an unruffled laugh.
"You know the solution then, don't you?" She tentatively said, closing the distance between them slightly.
"Go on." Aegon demurred through a raised brow.
"Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before somebody else does! Offer me a real invitation. And not as a last resort!"
Tears were now freely streaming down her face. Before their eyes, (Y/N) could feel her hair falling into a mess and her cheeks reddening from the lack of air. Aegon's eyes widened and Aemond's hand reached out to her reflexively.
"W-well that's... that's just completely off the point!" Aegon's voice cracked nervously, now taking several steps back. "Jace...!" He blurted out, seeing his nephiew finally exit the Great Hall.
Aemond didn't turn to greet him, but (Y/N) did. Her eyes were blown out of proportion and her voice was hoarse from yelling. Upon seeing his face, all of the frustrations that she'd bottled up for the past two weeks emptied before them with the strenght of a hurricane.
"Where have you been?" She inhaled sharply.
"W-well Luke needed me to --"
"-- Nevermind! Off to bed, all three of you!"
Jacerys looks at her for a moment - at her tightened lips and teary cheeks.
The guilt pierces his heart like a Dementor's kiss. He knows he's half the reason for (Y/N)'s suffering, her tears only coming into play as a confirmation of how badly he'd hurt her.
Not knowing what to say, fearful that anything else he may add will only ruin her night even further, he nods his head briefly, hurrying past her.
He's climbing the steps with Aegon; Aemond pushed to follow as well by (Y/N)'s trembling hands.
"They get scary when they get older." Aegon articulates to Jace loudly, ripping a loud shriek from the heartbroken girl.
"AEGON, YOU SPOILED EVERYTHING!"
The boys climb up even faster as (Y/N) collapses, a faint "You bloody asshole" being the last thing she discerns before erupting into a fit of sobs.
At last, as soon as she approached her bed, (Y/N)'s feet gave out on supporting her weight.
Looking around the dark room, saddened by the end of such a beautiful day, she noticed how all the other beds were empty. None of her dorm mates returned - all of them more than likely still ghosting though the halls of Hogwarts. Still seating at the edge of her bed, the young girl brought a pillow to her arms, hugging it tightly.
She would take off her make-up, undo what was left of her braids. She'd bathe, change into her night clothes and sleep: during her slumber, she'd soon forget all about the Yule Ball and it's rattling events.
Her life would turn back to normal. Back to the missing assignments and staying up till 2 AM.
The last concept within her trail of thought brought a strained smile upon her swollen lips.
She shakes her head, massaging the nape of her neck with one hand. She gets ready to leave for the Prefect Bathrooms until...
A large shadow grazes the floor of her dorm. Startled, albeit curious of it's main source, (Y/N) scurries to the bright window, peeking outside.
A tiny rock gets thrown on the upper left corner of it. And then another. And another.
Her eyes travel up into the sky, catching a wave of long, silver hair.
... Aemond.
Satisfied that he managed to get her attention, he lowers his broom until he is at precise eye level with her.
A sudden burst of happiness flourishes within her heart.
No.
The last time she'd been eager to see Aemond, the boy all but chased her away. Not even two hours ago, he was dancing with Alys Rivers, paying no mind to her or her crushed feelings.
But then he wasn't. And then he gripped her. Touched her. He stayed behind for her. His eye bore into her frame, searching for her wide smile.
Still lost in thought, she felt Aemond tap into the window, signaling to it's nearby handle. It was cold outside, and he wanted her to open up.
A tiny smile framed her face. Shrugging her shoulders, (Y/N) played with her dress, watching the older male intensely.
Aemond mirrored her expression, pleading with his eye, until (Y/N) finally yielded. She hurried to open her window, making space for an easier landing for her friend.
"What I did to you," Aemond began with a strangled breath, "It was more than just wrong and cruel."
Now leaning on a wall and clasping both her hands together, the younger Gryffindor let out a confirming mumble.
"I know."
"You were always... here for me. Encouraging me." He added slowly, carefully. "When I lost my eye, I thought you would run away. ... Or make fun of me for being crippled."
(Y/N) turned livid at his words. With renowed vigour, she snapped in her place. "Aemond, I would never make fun of you for such a thing. Nor would I ever run."
"I know, I know." He whispered to her softly, daring to approach her and take her hands in his.
He prayed she wouldn't turn away.
When her hands turned lax within his, Aemond thanked whichever God had answered him, swearing his heartbeat became so loud, that all those within the West Tower could hear it.
"You were nothing short of kind. And good. And full of love. The day you kissed over my disfigured face, was the day I swore to always be by your side. As much, and for as long as you'd allow me."
(Y/N) let out a strained breath. She had never heard Aemond talk so feverently. So full of passion.
His pupil, so dilated by love and concentration, that one could barely see the ring of purple she had grown to love so much.
"You did all those things. Expecting nothing in return." As he pondered on her doings, his shuddering hand buried itself into his ball robes.
One by one, he took out all the objects that (Y/N) had given him selflessly throughout their friendship. An apple, stolen from dinner. A handkerchief, used to tie his bleeding knee. A brown hair band, from when his hair had gotten too long for comfort. A red button from her favourite dress, when he lost the one securing his robes, and cried to her that his mother would get mad at him.
Placing everything on the table, he used his free hand to gently cup her face.
"Yet when you needed me most, I ran away." His thumb slowly stroked her bottom lip, then gently moved to her eyes, wiping the black streaks of liner that her crying ensured.
The pair stood in silence for a brief moment, their blood running hot with need, with want, until Aemond swallowed and went on.
"I have no right to ask for your forgiveness." His breathing became laboured before coming to a halt. "So I'm not asking for it. I'm begging for it." As soon as the words left his mouth, the youngest Targaryen fell to his knees.
"... For you."
"God, Aemond...!"
His stare was getting too intense. As if he himself could feel that, he brought her hands down to his face, pressing his forehead against them.
Both their bodies were shaking in the dark. For the thousanth time that night, Aemond cursed himself for being so weak with her.
"Aemond..."
He knew he would never adore anything more than the way his name fell from her lips.
"... I love you." He whispered to (Y/N) and, if she couldn't feel his breath on her hands, she would be sure she had imagined it.
Waves of pure delight took a hold of her when she heard his strained words. Suddenly, all she thought of was how to make him say it again.
"Please - Aemond. Say it again. Please." She gasped, breathless.
"I love you. I love you. Avy jorrāelan. Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie ziry ziebzis."
His desperate pants melted any reminder of (Y/N)'s last resort. Crouching down to his level, she cupped his cheeks into her small hands, making small circles into his skin, tenderly stroking his deep and pink scar.
"I love you, too. So, so much."
That was all the confirmation Aemond needed, before kissing her oh so slowly.
The way his right hand rubbed her jaw soothingly, as if she would break at any moment, his left resting on her waist, pulling her closer - it was truly magical.
For a while, the only sound in the dorm was the echo of their moans and the loud gasps of the wind.
(Y/N) pulled away first, needed fresh air to breathe. Within a second, she dived back in, this time pressing herself harder against Aemond's chest, who only let out a low and satisfied hum.
"Mm, wait --" (Y/N) separated from him with a loud pop. "I hate to be a mood killer, but... w-what about Alys?"
Aemond looked at her adoringly, before licking his lips tentatively. "I can assure you. There was never room in my heart for Alys. Neither could there ever be."
(Y/N) let out a relieved laugh. "Good. Me neither, with Borya." She confessed rather awkwardly, and it was the boy's time to laugh this time. "I would have guessed as much." He said with a dangerous glint in his eye, "With how hard you kissed me, there was barely room for question."
"Speaking of hard things..." The girl mused at him, lightly shoving him away.
The two looked at each other for a moment, before snorting loudly.
Still holding onto her, Aemond went to the edge of her bed, plopping her into it ceremoniously, and stepping towards her window to close it back up. "I don't want you cold."
Striding back into her bed, he laid next to her, brushing the tangled hairs from all around her face. "Though I can think of a few ways to warm you right up."
As she blushed wildly, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him. Her smiled falthered, however, with one left lingering question, and she raised from her bed, ready to talk serious business.
Sensing the change of mood, Aemond sat upright as well, going over her face. "What happened, jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson? What's on your mind?"
"This..." (Y/N) gestured between them. "Us. What are we now, exactly?" A smirk crept it's way across Aemond's features at that last question. Huffing, (Y/N) crossed her hands to her chest, nudging him slightly. "Don't make fun of me now. I only... want to hear you say it. To make sure we're on the same wave lenght."
"I suppose the appropriate term is 'lovers'. Though, girlfriend and boyfriend work just as well. Companions, innamoratos, paramours, sweethearts..."
"Okay, okay, I got it, thank you." The girl covered his mouth with a loud laugh and felt the great shudder of pleasure, when Aemond covered her hand with his own, kissing the inside flesh of it softly.
"I have long laid my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood. From now on, and for as long as you will have me - I am yours. And eternally I shall remain."
His tone was serious. Unwavered. And something within (Y/N) knew his words to be true.
"You may cage me forever, as you see fit, just do not release me from your grasp."
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Translations:
"Avy jorrāelan" = I love you;
"Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie ziry ziebzis" = I love you so much it hurts;
"Jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson" = love of my life.
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The Girl Next Door - Part 1
A/N: Part 1! This part is really just to give you a clue into their relationship right now, as the following parts will be about the shifting in their dynamic! Hehe, I'm so excited for this series! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!
Series Chapter:
Prologue | Part 1
Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan
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Ella Sully <3
8:03 AM
J: You guys on your way?
E: 👍
just left Cambridge and stopped for coffee quick
J: 😊 See you soon then Sully
E: see you soon Fisher
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I was sat on their front porch by 9:30. Realistically they shouldn’t be getting here until 9:45-10:00 but with the way the Sullivans drive, I knew they could be arriving any minute. At 9:38 I watched as the Range Rover pulled into their rocky driveway. My face instantly lit up. The car was barely in park when she opened the door and ran to me. Her arms flew around my neck as I grabbed her in my arms and spun her around.
We held onto each other tightly before I put her down, truly staring into her eyes for the first time this season. She looked a little different than when I last saw her, although that was just around winter break. In the past 6 months, she had lost a little baby fat from her cheeks, gained some new freckles, had grown her hair out and got it freshly highlighted, and her hazel eyes looked extra green today.
“Well hello, Isabella.” I grinned down at her, arms still looped around her.
Her eyes glistened, “Well hello, Jeremiah.” If possible my smile grew, as I picked her back up into the air making her squeal.
“I'm so happy you're here, I can’t wait for this summer!” I placed her feet back on the ground, and this time when I looked at her something shifted, our stare intense, the air between us thick. Suddenly I became aware of just how close I was holding her. I scanned her face, unable to help myself when my eyes lingered on her lips a beat extra. I could always read my Ella, but the look on her face right now was new, and it stumped me.
“Jeremiah!” Spell broken. Begrudgingly I let Ella go to hug her mother. The older woman squeezed me tightly. My arms dropped as she moved back from me, her hand going to cup my cheeks.
“Wow, I think you’ve actually gotten taller since I last saw you! My my what a handsome young man you’ve turned into, don’t you agree Ella?” I smirked as Ella blushed from her mom's comment.
Her eyes went wide as she laughed, “Mom!”
I gave my best puppy dog's eyes, teasing her,” What you don't agree I’m handsome Ella?” She just scoffed as she grinned back at me playfully.
“That’s not important, but I know you well enough to know it's important I don't add any more fuel to your ego.” We all chuckled, and I saw her mom giving us a loving look out of the corner of my eye.
“Let me help you guys carry in your bags!”
After bringing all their bags inside, Ella and I went to her room. I plopped on her bed while she put her things away.
“So where's your dad?” I asked curiously.
She glanced over her shoulder at me before continuing to put her clothes in her drawers, “He’s driving out next weekend, he has a conference in Boston this week.”
“Cool,” A comfortable silence stretched between us, “So, surfing?” She paused what she was doing, turning around to me as she leaned against her dresser. A smile graced her beautiful features, what a sight to see. I wondered if she smiled like this for other people or maybe just maybe her smile was something I got just for myself. Maybe I was the only one with the privilege of sharing a moment of such pure happiness with her. I could only wish.
“Oh yeah.”
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Post-ocean was my favorite time to see her. Her hair was gorgeously curly from the salt water, her cheeks tinged pink from the sun, and her freckles glowed across her face. We laid down on a towel, catching our breath from surfing before we trekked back up to the house. I turned to my side to face her, prompting her to do the same. I pushed the hair that fell while she did so behind her ear.
“I'm so happy it's summertime, I missed you, Elle.” Her expression stayed at a relaxed state but the corners of her eyes creased a little extra.
“I missed you too J.” I smiled. Only she ever called me that, and even she did it only once and a while.
I lay back flat and she scurried over to put her head on my chest. I could stay here forever- “Should we head back to your house, I still need to say hello to everyone.” It seemed she didn't have the same idea though.
If I’m being honest, I'm growing tired of having to hide my love for her, tired of not being able to pull her that couple inches closer to me, tired of her not being mine.
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After a hello filled with a lot of hugs, Ella went home to shower before her mom and her came over for dinner like always. We all sat around the table, catching up on the past few months as we ate my moms cooking. After dinner Ella came upstairs to my room while I got ready for the bonfire. She came over ready, and was now just waiting for me, Steven and Conrad. She scrolled on her phone before flicking her eyes up to me. I held two shirts up to her, “Blue or Gray?”
She took a moment to truly consider it, her expression serious. “Blue, makes your eyes sparkle, it’ll boost you up with the ladies.” She gave me animated wink, giggling a bit.
I scoffed lightly trying my best to fake a smile, but nodded curtly following her word without question, blue shirt it was. Then I put my hands on the edge of the bed beside each of her legs, leaning in grinning, “You like my eyes?”
She fueled the fire, grabbing the sides of my face and staring straight at me with a smile, “Yes you were blessed with gorgeous baby blues Jere.” I laughed and backed away to strip off my current shirt to slip on the one she chose. I smiled to myself when I caught her lingering on my abs for a moment. Heat blossomed in my chest. I can’t blame her, I looked different than last summer but based on the sight of her in her bikini earlier, so did she.
“Ell-”
Just then Steven came running through my doorway, “You guys ready?” Ella perked up jumping off my bed and out the door. I huffed, should be a fun night.
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Who the hell was that?
I stood with some guys I've known from over the years, a can of soda in hand, DD for the night. But while I stood there, Ella sat on a towel in the sand near the fire with some guy. Some guy. Not me.
“-Jeremiah? Ello, earth to Jeremiah?” I regained focus looking at my buddies who laughed at my distracted state.
I glanced back at Ella, my Ella, I couldn't take it anymore, "I’ll be back.” I walked straight to her, paying no mind to the annoyed grunts and protests coming from behind me. The guy she was sitting with spotted me coming toward them first. I took Ella by surprise when I plopped down next to her in the sand, my arm immediately going around her shoulders.
“Wha- Oh hey J!” She melted into my side once she realized it was me. My eyes looked at her briefly, flashing a smile, before my face went straight and I stared down this random ass boy.
“Hello Sunshine, and who are you?”
The guy seemed displeased by the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’m Finn, if you don't mind Ella and I were-”
I stopped him before he could even start, because I frankly didn’t give a fuck what he was going to say, “Alright Finn, thanks for keeping my girl company for me, see you around, maybe, probably not.” He looked at Ella for a moment but when she made no objection he got up and walked away huffing as he went.
I stayed silent, the reality that Ella might be super pissed for the stunt I just pulled dawning on me. Then she grabbed my face repositioning our spots on the towel so that we were face to face instead of side to side. Our eyes connected, and she pulled me towards her quickly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I had no time to process..is Ella about to kiss me? What should I do- well kiss her back obviously- but wait where is this coming from-
“Mwah!”
My cheek. Oh. She kissed my cheek.
“Thank you! Oh my gosh, he was such a douche! You know when we were little I hated how easily you could read me, but now it's like my own secret weapon to save me from situations I don’t wanna be in. Oh, and faking the ‘my girl’ card? Genius! Nothing seems to shut a guy up quicker than finding out she has a boyfriend. You put on a good act. Where were you even that you saw me? I couldn't see you?”
Her arms had dropped to rest on my shoulders. I didn’t know what to say. I should just tell her the real reason I came over.
“Elle I-”
Blue and red lights flashed in my vision.
Cops.
Fuck.
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The Joker Masterlist
I feel like I have enough fics to make this its own separate post, and I'll add the link to the masterlist instead :)
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THE JOKER (Heath Ledger)
We'll Laugh Together Masterlist
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Overprotective!Joker x Reader ✨️
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Don't Tell Me You're Jealous 🔞
Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️
NSFW Alphabet 🔞
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New Year's Destruction ✨️
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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞
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MERRY CHRISTMAS; C. MONAGHAN
CAMERON MONAGHAN X F!READER
WARNINGS: not proofread/edited! but other than that, none!
WC: 1261 - (very) short but sweet!
A/N: i had so many ideas in mind for an xmas fic (for cam, jerome and even jeremiah 😭) but i procrastinated for too long and now it’s 12:30 am on christmas as i write this so that’s another reason why it’s so short 😭 im sorryy 🫶🏻
SUMMARY: Decorating cookies with Cam while it snows outside <3
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It was tradition to bake cookies with Cameron every year. It was also tradition for Cameron to burn himself while taking them out of the oven..
“Ow! Fuck!” A yell was heard from the kitchen and finally, you knew better than to spring up and rush over to the man and ask what was wrong. Apparently he took that tradition very seriously.
“Cam, are you serious?” You sigh as you make your way into the kitchen area, your socks padding against the floor of your shared home. Once you got close enough to him, you took his hand in yours to inspect the injury, only to be met with his normal pale skin.
“I had to, baby.” He chuckles and kisses your head, taking in your surprised reaction, only amplifying his laughter. When you snap out of your daze, you try to hold back a smile as you playfully slap him on the shoulder. You fail as a wide smile takes over your face once your boyfriend’s laugh reverberates through the kitchen.
“Shut up, get the cookies.” Cameron sees right through your fake agitation as the smile is as big as ever on your beautiful face. With another chuckle escaping his lips, he obeys and grabs the pan, walking into the dining room and placing it down. You join him as you brought frosting with you, putting it beside the cookies, a few food colorings in your palm so you could dye the white sugary treat.
You both take a seat and grab a cookie each, scooping up some frosting on a butter knife as soft songs play through the tiny speaker you own. The lighting was dim as it grew darker outside, small white specs flying past the windows. The snow began to stick as it gathered on top of each other. The perfect kind to make a snowman with. Or a snowball fight..
“Sweetheart,” you looked over at the man in front of you as his soft voice broke you out of your trance. “Open,” you oblige, parting your lips and letting him offer the cookie to you, biting off the top half of a christmas tree, green frosting residing on your lip. The smile on Cameron’s face made you melt as he watched you, those beautiful smile lines coming to light.
He takes away the other half and eats the rest, dusting off his hands from the crumbs. The wind seemed to have picked up from outside as the sharp sound of it blowing every which way, invaded the house. When Cameron looked back at you, he couldn’t stifle a giggle.
“You got somethin’,” he mimics wiping something off of his top lip with a smile on his face. You immediately try to wipe - what you assumed to be - frosting off of your face, but Cameron looked more amused by the fact you couldn’t find it. “Let me get it.” He mutters and leans forward, suddenly pressing his lips to yours, licking over the dyed frosting. It left a sugary taste in his mouth and it only added to his love of kissing you.
“All good.” He smiles teasingly as he leans back in his seat, subconsciously licking his lips. Your eyes never leave his for a moment, until you (once again) snap out of it and look down at the cookie that you had abandoned with a warm face. A quiet, soft chuckle was heard in front of you from your boyfriend, only adding to the flushed feeling.
Songs play and end and repeat as minutes go by, the wind getting faster and the snow getting heavier. You hadn't stepped foot outside since this morning- when you quickly ran to grab flour for the cookies you both were making- but you were a hundred percent sure that it was freezing outside. The snow began to clump on the frozen grass, the green strands slowly being coveted by the white ice.
Your christmas tree was up, warm lights illuminating the dim room. The soft carols that sounded from the radio soothes you both as you decorated the cookies, occasionally eating or two (Cam's excuse always being, "it didn't look right.. and it couldn't go to waste!"). His enthusiasm for the delicious treat always made you happy, knowing that just the one tradition during the christmas season can have that sort of affect on him. He would always boast about how he was lucky he got to spend it with you as well.
By the time you both finish the cookies, it was pitch black outside; with the exception of the bright snow that littered the ground. You had put the treats away for tomorrow as Cameron helped you clean up, placing the dirty utensils and pan into the sink.
As you finish washing the dried, sticky frosting from your hands, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist. The slight weight of his head on your shoulder barely registered as you were more than used to the position that you both were in.
"Merry Christmas, baby." Cameron whispers in your ear, the smile on his face being heard through his words. Your eyes widen slightly at his sentence, taking a quick glance over at the clock that was in the kitchen, reading: 12:04 (am) on the hands. You look through the window in front of you as Cameron holds you gently against him, rocking you both slightly. The snow falls perfectly before you, your eyes never landing on just one snowflake as they pass by.
A white christmas; something everyone that celebrates christmas wishes for. It was comforting and nostalgic and it made a warm smile spread across your face as you lean back against your lover. His thumb rubs back and forth gently against your skin, sneaking between the end of your shirt and the very beginning of your pants.
"Merry Christmas, Cam."
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The fire crackled and popped, the bright light shining throughout the entire room.
You and Cameron were lying in the living room together, the christmas tree in the corner, some presents underneath and the fireplace burning. It was around one in the morning and you've both yet to fall asleep. You had originally sat out here because you and Cam were watching christmas movies together, basking in the nostalgic and calming feeling. The two of you lied with each other, your head on his bare chest as you listened carefully to his soothing heartbeat. Cameron's arms were wrapped around you tight, securing your spot on him and not letting you get away. As your head rested near the crook of his neck, his lips lied against you, eyes fluttering shut occasionally.
The snow had never let up, not that either of you were bothered by it. When Cameron had woken up at one point, his eyes were met with you sleeping on his chest. Though he sees the sight more often than not, it never fails to make him smile and feel giddy inside. He found so much comfort in you and he couldn't be more grateful to have you in his life; his girl.
He reached over to click the TV off, the lights from the tree illuminating the area. The aura was comforting and it quickly lulled Cameron back to sleep, but not without a kiss to your forehead and a sweet whisper, "Merry Christmas, Y/N." His hand softly moves through your hair, careful not to wake you. "I love you."
As the light on the christmas tree never wavers, neither does the love you both have for each other.
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DEMO UPDATE 30-03-2024
So I got impatient and decided to update before I completely finished chapter 3. Feel free to check out the new stuff using the updated link in the pinned post.
If you want to share your opinion or let me know about bugs/glitches etc., please reach out to me on the COG forums (link also in the pinned post).
Some things to note:
All parts that say INCOMPLETE have not been added yet. There is nothing there. You will get an error if you try any of those options.
The dance section is labeled WIP because Oscar/Ophelia’s dance scene is complete. JJ’s dance scene has not been added yet - I want to complete a few of the other options first before this one.
For the full list of changes, take a look under the Read More.
UPDATE 30-03-2024 CHANGELOG
CHOICESCRIPT_STATS
Updated main stats page (a word)
Updated Casey Young's description (a word)
Updated Lucille D'Angelo and Oscar/Ophelia Lovelace's descriptions (a word)
Updated JJ's description (accommodating new gender selectable status, updating description text)
INTRODUCTION
Added Storyteller Mode (toggleable on/off in Stats page)
Added JJ to the gender_option variable (previously, this only affected Lovelace)
CHAPTER 1
Added text to clarify setting of stats + sister's personality (Storyteller Mode not required)
Updated Benjamin confrontation
Removed opportunity to ask Benjamin about himself - moved to chapter 3
Removed opportunity to investigate sister's bedroom - this is being moved to a later chapter
CHAPTER 2
Updated to accommodate changes caused by the new version of the Benjamin confrontation
CHAPTER 3 (WIP)
Add ability to:
Eavesdrop on Benjamin and Evelyn
Meet Jeremiah/Jessamine Callahan
Dance OR speak with Oscar/Ophelia Lovelace
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A Call to Repentance
Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
— Joel 1:15 | BRG Bible (BRG)
Blue Red and Gold Letter Edition™ Copyright © 2012 BRG Bible Ministries. All rights reserved.
Cross References: Isaiah 13:6; Isaiah 13:9; Jeremiah 30:7; Jeremiah 46:10; Ezekiel 7:2; Ezekiel 30:3; Revelation 6:17
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